Mr Darcy sat under a tree, as he contemplated his vast Pemberley estate. The wind blew softly, caressing his cheek and the gentle grassy knolls. It traced small ripples over the river that slowly rolled through the beautiful Derbyshire countryside. He was relaxing amidst all that peaceful solitude; only the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves and of birds chirping away interrupted the silence. He had a pencil in his hand and a notebook on his lap; for he had reluctantly decided to take part in his wife’s writing group. Every two weeks, the neighbors would get together to discuss a text that each had written. This week’s theme was “unrequited love”. As Mr Darcy closed his eyes and thought of love, his mind turned immediately to his wife, but also to his lovely young daughter.
Instantly, a feeling of warmth filled his heart, but at the same time, a playful warmth started to stir between his legs too. He began to feel aroused, as he held such strong emotions for both of them, but especially for his darling young daughter.
She was called Georgiana Anne, a name given in honor of Darcy’s beloved younger sister and his late mother. The name carried the elegance of Pemberley while remaining deeply personal to Darcy. At 19, Georgiana was a true beauty. She had fair, pale skin, and dark brunette hair. Her almond eyes were light grey, and her complexion was elegant and beautiful, with high cheekbones, ruby lips, and naturally shaped brows that grounded her look. Her breasts were the size of two very small but ripe melons, and she had sculptured legs that ended sweetly in the cutest ass imaginable. Her delicate pussy lips were adorned by a delightfully soft, dark-brown pubic hair.
Darcy had not seen her naked, but he loved her unconditionally. In fact, they both loved each other passionately. Theirs was an attraction that went far beyond the normal father-daughter bond. And it was completely mutual and reciprocated. Georgiana seemed to find warmth and safety in him. And Darcy…, well, Darcy had dreamt of her repeatedly… in unconventional, nurturing ways.
Taken fully by that inspiration, he finally began to write feverishly, for once letting his deepest feelings show. The British stiff upper lip would have to wait for another time. What he wrote was not only a racy erotic story, but was actually also his most intimate confession:
“The night was our ally, under whose cover we could finally safely meet as your mother slept soundly. Who could have imagined it possible, a father and his daughter falling madly in love with one another, wanting each other so badly as to break all established rules and conventions. It all started with this incredible bond of affection between us, where each day we immediately sought each other’s company. We were always together and never grew tired of each other. And then, when you started to appear in my dreams as a young lady, you burned in my mind even as I made love to your own sweet mother. Oh, how I wished it was you, in my own secret, perverted way!
"I found it hardly believable. How could it be that I could suffer such an attraction for you, who happened to be my own daughter? Never had a woman enticed me so, in every sense, as you did. Not even your mother. And then I found out, that fateful day you wrote me that letter, in which everything changed, as everything was revealed. You confessed to me your feelings, telling me that you too felt exactly the same for me, as I did for you (although you did not know that at the time, even though you strongly suspected it because of my lush affection for you).
"In that letter, you also told me that you were at a loss about what to do, and that this feeling was torturing your very soul. That day we kissed by the shed, and I could not help but touch you and draw your body into mine. I could smell the scent of your body, and the warmth of your breath. I had an erection, maybe you felt it, it was a very strong and very powerful one, such was my burning desire for you, my young daughter.
"From then on, every day was just simply an excruciating pain not being able to be with one another, that is, at least in the way that we both really wanted to be together. Oh, how our desires blazed, thinking of our naked bodies, intertwined, lusting for each other’s warmth and touch. And then daddy would move on top of you, making love to your beautiful body. In my embrace you would feel so safe and well, as I thrust my hard and loving fatherly penis into your soft and wet woman flower. An ecstasy that you knew only fatherly incest could bring to you and satisfy you. You would hide your face in my chest as the pleasure of my thrusting would be too much to bear. Daddy loved you completely, and was so happy that you were his.
"So lest we both go crazy, we secretly decided to live out our illicit love in the middle of the night. And I still remember the sheer beauty of that first time. It was very late, and your mother was sound asleep. I crept into your room with my heart beating loudly.
"As I entered, I found you lying awake on your bed, extremely happy to see me. Only the little reading lamp at your bedside table was on, while the rest of the room was pitch dark. Nervously, I undressed before you. I had the biggest erection in my entire life. So excited was I that drops of pre-cum were already oozing out of my beautiful gland. As I undressed, you stared at my body, hungry with lust, with your intense grey eyes. You watched especially my penis and balls, perfectly nestled in a dark triangle of manly pubic hair. You had seen it before a few times. And those memories had become the object of your lust and many beautiful masturbations.
At that moment, you kicked aside your covers, and showed yourself completely naked to me, as God had brought you into this world. By the warm light of your bedside table, you seemed to glow, your beautiful pale porcelain body shining, your dark hair and clear grey eyes. You spread your legs, inviting me to come to you, showing me your pussy lips decorated with dark brunette pubic hair. Your nakedness had an aristocratic and photogenic presence. And you said almost in a whisper, “Oh Daddy!”
"I climbed on top of you, nervous but full of lust for my own daughter. With a movement of my hips, I guided my burning erection towards your vulva, until my swollen gland then touched you tenderly in that most intimate place of yours, my daughter’s own woman flower. I pressed on the petals of your labia, and caressed them. I found it amazing how wet you already were! It demonstrated beyond reasonable doubt how much you wanted me, how much you desired your own father!
"'Oh baby!' I said, 'I am finally here!'
"As I said this. I pushed in, eliciting a small gasp from you. Looking deep into your eyes, I penetrated you softly, kindly, fatherly, so as not to hurt you in any way; so as to acclimatize your lovely uterus to the size of daddy’s manhood. Yes my darling, I thrusted in small, shallow, light movements, to slowly broaden your love tunnel; but instead you wanted it greedily all the way in. You were hungry for sex, hungry for love! And what could a father do, if not please and satisfy his own sweet and lovely daughter.
"We made love that night, as we did every following night. I kissed your ruby lips, sucked endlessly on your budding breasts. I loved how your nipples became erect, hard as corals. We even found time to practice slow, romantic anal sex. On those occasions, you loved to spread vaseline on your father’s hard cock; I licked your anus, and then spread some vaseline too on your precious little hole, and then we made anal love which you liked so much. It brought the woman out of you.
"But that first night, I still remember. Your pillow and the linen of your bed was full of the perfume of your body. That smell of you was so arousing for me! I pounded you like an inflamed bull. I couldn’t stop until I orgasmed inside you. No other woman enticed me so much as you did, my own little butterfly. Maybe it was the incest which made the forbidden so alluring. Maybe it was my overwhelming desire to express my fatherly instinct, in love, in our coitus, even in my orgasm and ejaculation within you...
"I stayed with you all night, guarding you in my arms. You slept peacefully. And like every night, I would leave you only very early in the morning, to go back to mommy’s bed. She would never suspect anything.
"I love you, my beautiful daughter! Thank you for letting me share this with you!”
As Mr Darcy finished, he was totally aroused, and his heart beat extremely fast. He couldn’t resist, and so took out his wonderful cock and masturbated his huge manly erection, cumming copiously all over himself. Thinking of Georgiana Anne, always thinking of Georgiana Anne. As he walked home, he later felt a sense of guilt for what he had written, especially because those feelings were so true!
As he entered the estate, he met his lovely wife, Elizabeth Bennet. She asked him if he had written anything, because the Bingleys were about to arrive. Reluctantly, and with great coyness, he showed her what he wrote, fearing that she would get mad with anger. It was the first time that he was confessing to her his deepest fantasy.
Luckily for him, Elizabeth’s delicate cheeks blushed as she read his story. To his great joy, she didn’t find it disgusting at all; in fact, she liked it.
Mrs Elizabeth Bennet could not resist and immediately went up to her room to re-read her husband’s dirty story, and to masturbate herself, thinking of such a beautiful, sensitive, and romantic lust. For Darcy, it felt so nice to have an accomplice, a true soulmate. From then on, whenever they fucked together, Elizabeth called him daddy. For Darcy, that was such a wonderful and arousing aristocratic delight! Yet the problem was at that very moment. What would he do, what would he read to the Bingleys…?
