Victorian Seduction I by Kitten Cream (c) April, 2001 
(MF, anal, oral, bond)

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Foreword: This story is set in 19th Century England. I 
apologize for any historical inaccuracies. My only 
research consists of reading hundreds of historical 
romance novels. ;-) This will be a multi-part story 
about a young woman named Alyssa and her carnal 
education in Society.

*****
When she was twelve, Alyssa Grenville's parents died 
in an influenza epidemic that swept London. Alyssa was 
at their country estate at the time, too young for a 
trip to Town. Her father's sister Lady Beatrice, and 
her husband, the Earl of Waverly, became her 
guardians. Alyssa saw little of them, as they resided 
in London.

A few months after her seventeenth birthday, Alyssa 
received word from her aunt and uncle that she was to 
prepare for her coming-out Season in London. They sent 
a carriage for her three months later, and so Alyssa 
went to London for the first time, excited and nervous 
about this new adventure. Growing up in the country 
had ill-equipped her to deal with Society, especially 
men, around whom she was generally tongue-tied and 
shy.  But Alyssa would soon overcome her shyness and 
blossom into a gloriously sensual woman.

******
The carriage pulled up in front of Lady Beatrice's 
stately two-story residence in a quietly elegant 
London neighborhood. Alyssa alighted from the 
carriage, clutching her reticule and shawl. She 
mounted the stairs and raised her hand. Before she 
could knock, it was swung open by a butler as stately 
as the house who ushered her silently to the drawing 
room, where she was hugged and kissed in a cloud of 
perfume and chatter by her aunt.

Her uncle smoothly inserted his own welcome into the 
stream of words. "Hello, Alyssa, welcome to our home." 
He was a man of few words, which was good, as his wife 
talked enough for both of them
 
"Oh, laa, child, do come over by the fire, sit down, 
sit down. Let's talk about what we shall be doing over 
the next few months. We have such a busy schedule! We 
must get you ready for the ball, a whole wardrobe to 
purchase, fittings, introductions, why, I do declare, 
we shall be hard-pressed to find time for sleep! Quite 
exciting, though, yes it is. With my own dear 
daughters already married and out of the house, it has 
been quite some time since I had the opportunity to 
introduce a young lady into Society. But I can already 
see that you shall be the Toast of the Season. That 
hair, those eyes! Why, the young dandies shall be 
swarming 'round at every fete.

Alyssa blushed under these effusive words of praise, 
to the delight of her Aunt. "And such modesty! Child, 
this shall be such fun, wait and see. But now, you 
must be exhausted, I'll have the maid show you up to 
your room for a rest before dinner." Lady Beatrice 
finally paused for a breath.  Alyssa found herself 
bundled up the stairs by a young maid shortly 
thereafter, shown into a daintily feminine guest 
bedroom.

*****
The first few days were consumed with fittings for 
ball gowns, day gowns, evening dresses, gloves, hats, 
and shoes. It seemed that none of her clothes were 
fashionable enough for London. After a long day of 
shopping, Lady Beatrice and Alyssa arrived back at 
Waverly House late in the afternoon. The butler 
announced that there were two visitors waiting in the 
drawing room. As Alyssa and Lady Beatrice entered the 
drawing room, Alyssa was immediately stricken with 
shyness when she realized that one of them was a tall, 
well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-
fitting trousers and waistcoat..

Lady Beatrice called out, "Ah, Genevieve, we wondered 
who could be here. So good of you to come and meet my 
niece Alyssa so soon! Alyssa, this is the Honorable 
Miss Genevieve Hutton, and her rapscallion of a 
stepbrother, William Montrose, Lord Bryson." She 
rapped the tall, leanly muscled young man smartly on 
the arm with her fan, smiling coyly.

"So pleased to make your acquaintance, Lady Hutton, 
Lord Bryson." Alyssa murmured, staring down at the 
marble floor but peeking up shyly through her lashes 
at both of them.

"Likewise, I'm sure, darling. Do call me Genevieve, or 
Genny if you prefer, and I do hope that I may call you 
Alyssa?" Genny studied the shy young lady in front of 
her, feeling a pleasant tingle in her nipples as she 
took in the deliciously innocent eyes, the luscious 
lips, pure complexion. Definite possibilities in this 
one, she thought to herself with a small secret smile.

Her stepbrother's thoughts were running along the same 
paths. Difficult to tell much about her figure from 
the waist down, but the bodice of her gown conformed 
faithfully to a set of large breasts, more than a 
handful to his experienced eyes. As current fashion 
dictated, the bodice dipped almost to the beginning of 
her aureolae. As he stared at where her nipples were 
hidden under the fabric of her gown, Bryson grinned at 
the flush sweeping up Alyssa's chest under his 
scrutiny.

"Will you and your brother stay for tea, my dear?" 
asked Lady Beatrice, oblivious to their randy 
thoughts. "Jasper should be ready to serve it in just 
a few moments."

"Thank you, Lady Beatrice, that is most kind of you. I 
would love to stay for tea." accepted Genny. Bryson, 
however, demurred, saying that he had a prior 
engagement. Genny smirked, as she knew very well what 
"engagement" he was talking about. Lady Beatrice 
walked Bryson to the door, then left Genny and Alyssa 
alone for a few moments while she informed Jasper of 
the addition to afternoon tea.

Genny took a seat on the sofa in front of the fire, 
patting the seat next to her in invitation to Alyssa. 
Alyssa shyly sat down, fussing with her gown for a 
moment, fiddling with her gloves. Finally, she ran out 
of fidgets and looked sideways at Genny, only to find 
her quietly, intensely studying Alyssa.

Genny broke the silence. "I understand that you were 
raised in the countryside. What do you think of London 
so far?" They conversed quietly for a few moments, 
while Genny determined how best to approach the topic 
of interest to her, the extent of Alyssa's sexual 
experience. Finally, she asked, "So, Alyssa, did you 
leave a boyfriend or a special friend back home?"

Alyssa blushed and shook her head, "Oh, no, I was not 
allowed to socialize. There were no suitable young men 
in the area."

Genny watched carefully as she asked the next 
question. "Hmmm, no suitable families, I see. Perhaps, 
though, there was a stable lad or farmer's son that 
you had a bit of a crush on? Anyone that caused 
butterflies in your nether regions, darling?"

She answered the question a little weakly. "Oh, no, 
no..." her voice trailed off. Genny, sensing 
something, pressed her a little.

"Surely, darling, there was some boy that caught your 
eye in all those years? After all, a girl as pretty as 
you, I'm sure many boys flirted with you." She smiled 
a cat's smile at Alyssa.

Alyssa didn't understand why Genny was being so 
persistent, but a childhood memory had surfaced at the 
questions. "Well, actually..." she stopped for a 
moment.

"Go on, tell me about it, darling," urged Genny, 
leaning forward.

"Well, my dance tutor, he was so nice and kind to me, 
and I think maybe I had a little crush on him." Alyssa 
admitted finally.

Genny leaned close and hugged Alyssa. "See darling, 
that wasn't so difficult, was it?" Alyssa was too 
stunned by the embrace to react. Genny pulled back 
from the hug and took Alyssa's hand in one of hers, 
using the other to tip Alyssa's head up so that she 
was looking into her eyes. "Don't be so bashful, 
Alyssa, having a crush is perfectly normal. Why, if 
you didn't have crushes, I'd worry more. Everyone 
forms affections in Society, it is what you do about 
them that matters." Her eyes gleamed at Alyssa 
mischievously, inviting her to laugh along. Lady 
Beatrice found them giggling together a moment later.

"Oh, my dears, I'm so glad you are getting along! I 
had hoped that you and Genny would be the best of 
friends." Beatrice beamed at them. "Perhaps you will 
be able to attend some events with Genny and her 
stepbrother, although he's not a suitable companion 
for you alone, of course, Alyssa, but really, with 
Genny there too, you might attend the theater or a 
musical. You know your uncle and I will be glad to 
take you, but we are getting along in years and those 
events are usually such crushes! We really like to 
stay quietly at home for the most part, and Genny is 
perfect to introduce you into a group of suitable 
young ladies. So nice that you are getting along!" she 
concluded brightly.

Alyssa was embarrassed that her aunt would make so 
many assumptions based on her short acquaintance with 
Lady Hutton, and blushed a fiery red. She was grateful 
for Genny's assurances that, of course, she'd be 
delighted to show Alyssa 'round Society, introduce her 
to some of her friends. And she assured Lady Beatrice, 
without cracking a smile, that Bryson would be 
delighted to chaperone them to various events. She 
knew very well that Bryson would be straining at his 
trousers to "introduce" Alyssa to their select group 
of friends.

"I'd actually come over to invite Alyssa to a garden 
party tomorrow. We've set it up in the conservatory at 
my house, as it looks like the weather will continue 
dismal and dreary," she informed Lady Beatrice.

"Oh, lovely, my dear, I'm sure Alyssa would be 
delighted to attend. What time shall she come over?" 
Lady Beatrice inquired. Alyssa, noted Genny, did not 
seem upset that her aunt was accepting invitations on 
her behalf. She took her leave after providing all the 
pertinent details about the party - or at least, the 
details suitable for Lady Beatrice's ears!

*****
Six young ladies sat around a table in the 
conservatory, sipping tea and daintily nibbling on 
finger sandwiches as they gossiped about the latest 
scandals and fashions. Alyssa sat almost paralyzed 
with shyness next to Genny for the first half hour. 
Finally, after the tea and cakes had been served, all 
the servants departed save one, a handsome, strongly 
muscled young footman. He stood impassively along the 
wall behind the table, seemingly oblivious as the talk 
at the table grew more and more risque'. If Alyssa was 
tongue-tied sitting amongst strangers, the next few 
minutes would tie her entire body in knots!

Genny kept one eye on Alyssa, gauging her reaction as 
the girls began to talk about the men whom they 
considered eminently tasty this Season. "Oo, laa, that 
Viscount Stokely, I do declare he makes me pant and 
squirm!" declared Justina Harcourt. A murmur of 
agreement went up from the others.

"And of course, Genny, your stepbrother is QUITE 
luscious. Don't you agree, Justina?" inquired 
Catherine Wyndham with a smirk.

The lady in question smiled knowingly and leaned back 
in her seat, closing her eyes briefly as though she 
were transported to heaven. "Aahh, yes, Bryson is 
quite a strong young man. A lot of stamina. And quite 
a," she cleared her throat delicately, "handful," she 
murmured to giggles from several of the girls. Alyssa 
wondered what was so amusing.

"Ah, but the most exciting one would have to be Duke 
Lyndhurst," said Genny with a delicious smile.

"Oh you mean Dominant, I mean Dominic," Justina 
snorted. The others laughed uproariously at this 
statement, all except Alyssa.  "That man exudes manly 
heat, but he counts himself too good to dally with the 
likes of us!"

Genny had encouraged the girls to speak openly in 
front of Alyssa, to see if she would be a good 
addition to their intimate circle.  She deemed her too 
shy to object no matter how...delicious...the subject 
became. And she was right. Over the next hour, Alyssa 
listened with increasingly fiery blushes as the girls 
discussed the various attributes and skills of the 
gentlemen in Society. Much of it was beyond her 
comprehension, as they alluded to practices that 
Alyssa had no knowledge of. Finally, the talk turned 
to dancing and the merits of a waltz.

"I do declare, I have to change my pantalettes every 
time I dance with Viscount Stokely," Genny admitted, 
to a shocked gasp from Alyssa. "The man is lethal. 
Why, he can put his leg between mine on the dance 
floor and ride me to a finish before the dance is 
done." The others listened avidly to this confession, 
Justina fanning herself rapidly.

"I know what you mean, Genny. Lord Barkley almost had 
my skirts up out on the balcony last week. For a man 
of such short stature, he is singularly well equipped. 
I vow I couldn't sit down for three days after the 
last weekend rout!" Catherine admitted sheepishly.

Alyssa didn't know what sitting down had to do with 
anything, or what equipment she spoke of. But she was 
very sensitive to the increasing sensual tension in 
the atmosphere. She squirmed, feeling a tingling in 
her nipples.

Genny discreetly signaled the footman. He approached 
the table immediately. "Ah, Adam, just the man I 
needed to see," she sighed seductively. "Would you be 
a darling and ask Cook for some more of these lovely 
cakes?" sliding her hand gently up his arm, from wrist 
to elbow. Alyssa was spellbound by the sensuous 
caress, but no one else seemed to find it odd. Perhaps 
they do things very differently here in London, she 
thought in confusion.

As soon as he left the room, Justina leaned over and 
said, "I swear, Genny, you are such a hussy. Every 
time I come over you've got one who's bigger and 
younger!" The others giggled at this remark, but Genny 
just smiled like a cat who'd got the cream. Soon 
enough, Adam was back, followed shortly by Cook with 
the pastries. After a few moments, the lascivious 
conversation resumed, but stepped up a notch.

"Justina, give us some details! How was Bryson, dear? 
Is he as good as I've heard?" inquired Catherine.

"Oh, lordy, that man had me screaming from one end of 
the room to the other. I swear, he taught me a few 
things." Justina disclosed. The girls leaned forward 
with bated breath, even Alyssa.  She realized that 
these girls were talking about things they shouldn't 
be doing or discussing in polite Society, but the 
conversation was too fascinating to miss.
 
"He pumped me so long I came three times, and had to 
nearly bite through my hand so I wouldn't scream the 
house down." She showed them the red mark on the 
inside of her hand. "Lord, if I had, wouldn't mother 
have been shocked to find out what I was doing!" she 
giggled.

"He's like a stallion! After his first finish, I 
thought we were done for the night. I was certainly 
feeling a little tender. But then he "persuaded" me 
that I wasn't quite as done as I thought. He put me on 
top and kept flicking my pearl. I was positively 
*begging* him to finish at the end, I couldn't have 
survived one more spend. I ruined a perfectly 
wonderful set of linens, too, I can tell you," she 
finished up with a sigh, rolling her eyes heavenward 
in remembered ecstasy. "That man is very talented. 
Must run in the family, hmm, Genny? I'm a little 
tender today, though. I could use your special 
treatment to make it all better," she winked at her.

Alyssa couldn't stand it another moment. With a 
mumbled excuse, she jumped up from the table and went 
in search of the powder room. Her cheeks felt as 
though they would spontaneously combust, her pebble-
hard nipples pressed against the material of her 
chemise, and her knickers were drenched. Alyssa had 
seen animals mate while living in the countryside. But 
she had never expected that people behaved in the same 
manner! For heaven's sake, these young ladies were 
indulging in this behavior outside marriage! Why, they 
would all be ruined if anyone found out. She wasn't 
quite sure what everything they said meant, but from 
the looks on their faces and the sighing breaths, it 
seemed there must be a lot of pleasure involved.

In her headlong dash up the stairs, Alyssa didn't 
notice that Bryson stood at the top of the stairs, 
watching her rapid ascent. She barreled into him, and 
only his strong arms kept her from tumbling down the 
stairs. Alyssa looked up at him, stunned. Good Lord, 
this was the man that Justina had been sighing about! 
And he was staring down at her with hot eyes, his eyes 
lingering over her pebbled nipples.

"What have those naughty girls been talking about, 
Alyssa, to have you hurrying up the stairs like this?" 
he asked her knowingly.

Without thought, she blurted out, "You!" then ducked 
her head immediately, hiding her face in his cravat. 
One eyebrow arched, Bryson considered how to proceed 
for a moment. He knew very well what she meant, he had 
ridden Justina's hot, tight rectum hard last night and 
that young lady could never keep her good fortune to 
herself when she found a good rider.

"Ah, I see. Why don't you come in here with me and 
we'll get everything sorted out," he murmured 
soothingly. Alyssa allowed him to lead her trembling 
form into a room at the top of the stairs. Her nether 
regions had suddenly acquired an entire flock of 
butterflies. She looked around dazedly, seeing a 
settee along one wall, and several chairs grouped 
cozily in front of a fireplace.

"Let me get you a brandy. You look like you could use 
it." Bryson smiled down at her, seating her gently on 
the settee. Discretely, he made sure that the door was 
locked. No need to be disturbed. He intended to seize 
this opportunity to explore Alyssa's gorgeous, ripe 
young charms for a while.

Alyssa wasn't even paying attention as she gulped down 
the finger of brandy. She spluttered as it burned a 
hole down her throat. "There, there," Bryson patted 
her back, even reaching around to gently rub her 
tummy, as though he could take away the sting of the 
potent alcohol. With a gasp, Alyssa jerked away a 
little bit, but his hands caged her in.

"It's alright, Alyssa, I'm not going to hurt you. What 
did they say about me that has you so distressed?" 
Bryson did his best impression of a benign uncle, all 
the while feeling his cock stirring at proximity with 
such a fresh young beauty.

Alyssa couldn't even conceive of repeating the things 
they'd said downstairs. She turned big, liquid eyes up 
to him. "Oh, Lord Bryson, I can't possibly tell you 
what they said. It was so, so..." she searched for 
words, "...improper," she finished on a little gasp as 
Bryson's hands began sweeping in widening circles on 
her back and tummy.

"There, there," he repeated soothingly, as though his 
actions were completely normal. "Lean back just a 
little, darling. I can tell you've had quite a shock. 
You'll feel better if you talk about it," he assured 
Alyssa, while his hands now swept in such broad 
circles that the edge of his palm just brushed the 
underside of her breasts. At the same time, the hand 
on her back would sweep down to her lower back in 
counterpoint. Alyssa arched her back slightly in 
automatic response to the drugging pleasure of his 
warm hands. She could feel the heat of the massage 
even through several layers of clothing. Unbidden, she 
wondered what it feel like on her naked flesh, then 
was immediately shocked at her wanton thoughts.

Bryson continued to massage her back, but brought the 
other hand up to cover her bodice. "Now, Alyssa, I 
want you to tell me what they said. What has caused 
these pretty little nipples to press so hard against 
your dress?" Bryson ran his warm palm slowly back and 
forth over her right breast, pressing the center of 
his palm into her sensitive nipple. The blaze of 
sensation arched Alyssa's back, wringing a whimpering 
sigh from her luscious bee-stung lips.

"Oo, Lord Bryson, I'm sure we shouldn't, you 
shouldn't..." she was unable to complete the thought 
as he began to gently pluck at her nipple. She knew 
that she should stop him immediately, slap his face 
for daring such disrespect. But truly, she felt unable 
to resist the way that Lord Bryson had just taken 
command of the situation and of her.

"Alyssa, look at me," she obediently opened heavy eyes 
to look at him, "tell me what they said," he insisted.

The note of command in his voice compelled her 
obedience, where no amount of cajoling would have. 
Thus, Bryson learned of Alyssa's penchant for 
submission, and noted the thought for future 
reference.

Haltingly, she murmured, "She said...she said that you 
were like a stallion, that she ruined a set of linens, 
that...that..." she faltered again, but a commanding 
pinch to her nipple from Bryson got her started again, 
"that she begged you to finish flicking her pearl," 
the recollection came out a little jumbled. Bryson had 
reached into her bodice and lifted her breast into the 
slightly cool air of the room. Alyssa's head fell back 
over his left arm, as his hand at her back provided 
some support. She knew she shouldn't allow this to 
continue, but the sheer erotic pleasure of the moment, 
and the gusset-drenching feel of his hand pinching her 
nipple, swayed all reason. "I don't even know what a 
pearl is, but I'm sure it's naughty," she finished the 
explanation with a groan.

"Oh, my poor darling, you don't know what your pearl 
is? Every woman has one, sweetheart, and it exists 
purely for your pleasure. Let me show you, darling. 
Tilt back for me a bit, that's it, spread your legs 
for me just a little bit more, ah yes, perfect." He 
eased her down sideways on the settee, observing her 
gasping breaths, small shuddering moans escaping with 
every pinch of her nipple. He made a mental note to 
see if she could climax just from having her lovely 
breasts played with.

He was amazed that she hadn't called a halt yet. Most 
of the young ladies he had helped to induct into their 
world put up at least a token resistance. She must be 
absolutely ripe for plucking, he chuckled to himself.

Bryson's hand gathered up her skirts and petticoats, 
pulling them upwards. "Alyssa, darling, hold this for 
me. Hold tight, darling," Bryson crooned softly. He 
saw a shiver sweep over her even as she grasped the 
bulky knot of material in her hands obediently. Her 
legs tried to squeeze together briefly, but Bryson had 
expected such a reaction and quickly placed one of his 
legs between hers, ensuring his access to the sweet 
valley between her thighs. 

"Darling, keep your eyes closed for me now. Hold on 
tightly." He settled his hand at her ankles and sent a 
hand questing up her calf, over the thin material of 
her petticoats, to her upper thigh, on up to the 
secret place between her thighs that not even Alyssa 
touched except to bathe. Alyssa's body jerked 
convulsively as his hand reached the place that wept 
with pleasure between her upper thighs. Through the 
gossamer fine material of her knickers, Bryson felt a 
slick of moisture. He smiled wolfishly. Oh, yes, 
little Alyssa would be a fine addition to the club.

Gently, one long aristocratic finger swept over the 
spot at the apex of her thighs. At the same time, his 
other hand, which had been pinching her nipple 
constantly, clamped over her mouth. Just in time, as 
Alyssa screamed against his palm, her hips thrusting 
madly upwards.

"That's it, darling, that's it. Let me pleasure you. 
Oh, Alyssa, you are so wet darling, mmm, I bet you 
taste delicious. What a sweet little cunny. Darling, 
part your legs a little more for me. No, no, don't 
scream, try to be quiet. Good girl, open just a little 
more."

He pushed the loose, drenched material into her slit. 
"Does that feel good? I think that it does, Alyssa. I 
can feel you dripping all over my fingers." Alyssa 
moaned in embarrassed pleasure as his knowledgeable 
fingers sought and found the opening in her knickers, 
designed to allow visits to the water closet.  He slid 
two fingers inside her knickers and tugged gently on 
the fine hairs in her delta. Then, he slipped one 
finger into her wet little slit and rubbed gently up 
to the top.

"This is your pearl, darling, also called a clitoris. 
What a large clitoris you have. Mmmm, you like that, 
don't you? That's it," he urged her, "move your hips. 
Is this how you like to be touched? Can you peak for 
me, Alyssa? I know you can. Let me just...press...a 
little bit..." he trailed off, sliding both fingers 
firmly down her slit towards the mouth of her little 
sex. The lips unfurled easily, drenched with her 
body's lubricant. Then, while both fingers pressed on 
her slit, he pushed his knuckles against her pearl and 
rotated his hand against her, applying pressure.

Alyssa's breath stopped, her hips arched up off the 
settee, and she came with small spurts of love juice 
against his hand. The pleasure seemed to go on and on, 
as she stared unseeingly up at the ceiling, her legs 
now clamped on his hand. Bryson held his hand still, 
waiting for the muscle spasms to stop, feeling the 
tiny mouth of her sex suckling on his fingertips. His 
cock ached so much he could easily spill into his 
pants with the slightest provocation, but this time 
was for Alyssa only. He couldn't take the time to coax 
her into using her hot mouth on him, nor would he 
attempt her tightly-grasping little rectum until they 
had more salubrious surroundings. Of course, he hadn't 
expected to get so far this afternoon, certainly not 
to the point where two fingers were buried between the 
soaking lips of her nether mouth. But he had one more 
thing he wanted to do, a final test if you will, to 
verify that she was really perfect for his select 
circle of friends.

While Alyssa lay back, dazed from her first orgasm, 
muscles relaxed, he moved up the settee and settled 
his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue between her 
moistly parted lips. At the same time, his middle 
finger slid through the groove of her sex, down, 
towards her rosebud. Bryson could feel her small, 
tight anus fluttering slightly in reaction to her 
first orgasm. He circled it gently with his drenched 
finger, using her own juices to lubricate the tightly 
clasping entrance. Alyssa's leg trembled as though 
they would close, but slowly she subsided, responding 
to Bryson's passionate kiss. He placed his fingertip 
against the little rosebud and began to slowly exert 
pressure, riding the contractions from her orgasm into 
her rectum.

As Alyssa felt the fingertip begin to push inside, she 
gasped and cried out into Bryson's mouth. Not in 
protest, but in pleasure. The naughty sensation was 
electric. Bryson pushed deeper, and his long finger 
was swallowed to the first knuckle. He could feel the 
mouth of her anus suckling on his finger, and the 
sensation delighted him. Oh, yes, this young lady 
would be an excellent addition to their circle! he 
exulted.

"You've done very well Alyssa, what a good girl you 
are," Bryson softly praised her, keeping his finger in 
place, but not venturing any further. Alyssa opened 
passion-glazed green eyes and stared at him, not 
really seeing him, her lips slick from his kisses, 
cheeks flushed. His cock kicked against his trousers, 
demanding attention. Bryson ignored it for the moment.

"You...your, your finger..." she moaned weakly. "Yes, 
Alyssa, my finger is in your bottom. Can you feel how 
your rosebud is suckling on it? I think you like this, 
don't you, sweet girl? Hmm?" Bryson watched the impact 
of his words.

Alyssa's eyes fluttered closed, then opened. "Hmmm..." 
she agreed without actually saying yes. 

At this point, Bryson judged that he should not go any 
further. He removed the finger from her bottom, 
feeling her flinch slightly at the odd sensation as it 
withdrew. Then he removed his hand from under her 
thigh, and took the limp bunch of material from 
Alyssa's hands, which had remained tightly clasped 
throughout the encounter. He smoothed her skirts, 
brought her upright, and kissed her mouth gently. She 
was still somewhat in a daze.

"Alyssa, it's time to rejoin the others downstairs. We 
don't want to get you in any trouble. Alyssa? Did you 
hear me?" he inquired gently.

"MMmm, oh yes, al...alright." Alyssa murmured with 
effort. Her limbs were almost without strength, and it 
was an effort to keep her eyes open. She felt wet 
between her legs, her knickers clinging clammily to 
her skin. Bryson helped her to stand, steadying her as 
her knees briefly wobbled.

"Darling, you have such passion in you. What a delight 
you are!" Bryson praised her. "Now, before you go 
downstairs, why don't you splash a little cold water 
on your face? There is a powder room through those 
doors." He led her in the direction of the water 
closet, then gave her a little nudge through the 
doorway. While she splashed water on her face, Bryson 
unlocked the other door. Alyssa would have blushed 
fifteen shades of red had she seen him raise the two 
fingers of his right hand to his mouth and smell them 
deeply, then slide them slowly, sensuously into his 
mouth and suck off all of her love juices. 

Bryson led her solicitously down the stairs, keeping 
one hand under her elbow. Genny was waiting at the 
bottom of the stairs, her eyebrow lifted as she saw 
how Alyssa was supported down the stairs.

"Alyssa was feeling a little off-color, so I had her 
rest a moment upstairs," Bryon told Genny with a 
straight face.

"Oh, poor Alyssa!" Genny exclaimed. "Well, the other 
girls just left, they said to tell you good-bye. They 
are all looking forward to our next meeting." 

Alyssa's smile was a little wobbly, but she managed to 
look Genny in the eye as she thanked her for the 
invitation to attend the party.

"No, no, darling, the pleasure was ours," Genny 
lingered a little over the word pleasure, "and we do 
hope you'll agree to attend another event with us. We 
have plans to attend the theater on Saturday, our 
family has an absolutely fabulous box, very private 
but with a delicious view of the audience and the 
stage. Would you like to attend? We can pick you up at 
8 o'clock. I've spoken with Lady Beatrice already."

Alyssa agreed that it would be wonderful to attend the 
theater, and thankfully took her escape, walking the 
three houses down the road to her aunt and uncle's 
house, her thoughts wildly spinning as she absorbed 
all that had happened today. Behind her, the door had 
barely closed before Genny was demanding Bryson tell 
all the details of their little triste.

******
Saturday night, Alyssa was ensconced in the plush 
carriage seated next to Genny. Bryson's hot eyes 
licked over every inch of the exposed skin at her 
bodice, watching blush after blush sweep over Alyssa's 
fair complexion. Genny sat back smugly in her corner. 
She and Bryson had formed a plan to allow him some 
private time with Alyssa later that evening. In 
return, Bryson had arranged for Viscount Stokely to 
transport Genny home in his carriage.

Waiting for the play to start, Alyssa observed that 
theater patrons were watching each other as avidly as 
they would the stage. She was burningly conscious of 
Bryson, seated close enough to touch her skirt with 
his warm, strong thigh. However, as soon as 
Shakespeare's As You Like It began, Alyssa became lost 
in the scene onstage. The spell remained unbroken 
until the curtain came down at intermission. Then she 
blinked owlishly around at the almost deserted box. 
Where was Genny? And Viscount Stokely? She reluctantly 
raised her eyes to meet Bryson's intense blue stare.

"Alyssa, darling, you can't avoid me all night," he 
told her. "Tell me that you don't hate me?" His eyes 
beseeched her, while his hand covered her upper thigh, 
squeezing gently.

"Oh, no, of course not!" Alyssa gasped. Why, how could 
he think such a thing? It was she who had been 
inexcusably wanton! He must think her the loosest of 
women. "I, I, I'm so sorry for the way that I 
behaved," she told him in a whisper.

"But darling, you have nothing to apologize for," 
Bryson told her. He rubbed his hand up and down her 
upper thigh, each time sweeping closer to the sweet 
hidden delta. "It was pure pleasure, no need to feel 
guilt or blame. I certainly feel none! Why, you are 
still innocent as the day you were born. Compared to 
me, indeed, you are an angel, a lovely soft angel 
whose eyes lead men to heaven." Alyssa blushed at the 
effusive praise, at the same time a shy smile tugged 
at her mouth. He did indeed have a sweet tongue, she 
thought naughtily.

The tips of Bryson's fingertips finally brushed into 
the vee of her thighs, and Alyssa jerked upright, 
drawing in a sharp gasp of air. "What is it, darling?" 
Bryson asked innocently, knowing exactly what prompted 
the reaction. His fingers had delved into her delta, 
nudging firmly into the top of her slit for a moment. 
Alyssa's hands grasped his wrist, but didn't actually 
tug him away.

"Bryson, you can't! Not here! Everyone will see." 
Alyssa protested faintly. Bryson grinned triumphantly. 
She feared discovery, but not his touch. Alyssa's 
seduction would be swift and delicious. "They can't 
see us, darling. The balcony wall hides us from 
others. Don't worry, your reputation is quite safe 
with me," he assured her.

Partially reassured, Alyssa sank back into the seat, 
her thighs almost involuntarily parting to allow his 
magical hand access. Then, as though waking from a 
dream, Alyssa slammed her legs closed. "Wait! I 
cannot...we cannot, must not do this. I shall be 
ruined! It is not right to allow such intimacy between 
two unmarried people." The words tumbled end over end, 
breathlessly. "And, and what if I am no longer a 
maiden?" she asked somewhat incoherently.

"Shsh, darling Alyssa. I told you to trust me. We 
shall both feel great pleasure this night, and your 
maidenhead shall be unchallenged, I promise you, 
darling." His honeyed words relaxed Alyssa and her 
legs parted. Bryson smiled. He would indeed leave her 
maidenhead untouched. His intentions resided in a 
different location, one that would betray no hint of 
his trespass to Society.

Alyssa's nipples erected painfully quickly at the 
feeling of vulnerability and openness when her thighs 
parted. Bryson noted the hard nubs immediately, but 
knew he dared not touch above her waist, as those in 
boxes directly across might notice. He leaned closer 
and whispered to Alyssa. "You must help me, Alyssa. No 
matter what I do, or how good it feels, I want you to 
remain expressionless. Do not cry out, but if the 
pleasure becomes too keen, clutch my arm tightly. 
Alright, darling?"

Alyssa nodded jerkily, her breathing already hurried. 
His hand slid deeper into the valley between her 
thighs. "I am going to put my hand underneath your 
skirt when the lights go back down, darling. Noone 
will be able to see what we are doing." He rubbed 
slowly, deeply into her slit, feeling the heat 
increase as the blade of his hand rubbed slowly 
against her cloth-covered clitoris, over and over. He 
watched her closely, his own breathing involuntarily 
quickening. "Now darling, remember what I said. Look 
at me as though we are conversing normally. Tell me of 
your day. What did you do this morning?"

Alyssa looked at him, struggling to hold her eyes 
open. "I..." she drew in a quick breath, "I went for a 
ride in the park with my Aunt. Oohh..." she trailed 
away.

"And then what, darling? Hmmm, what did you do? Did 
you go up to your room for a nap, and play with your 
sweet little cunny? Did you make yourself spend all 
over your fingers? You come so wetly, Alyssa, I can't 
wait to drink from your sweet nether lips." His words 
sent shafts of intense pleasure-pain into her stomach 
and lower.

Just then, the oil lamps were turned down and the 
orchestra played a few bars to warn patrons the 2nd act 
was starting. Loud voices and laughter announced the 
return of Viscount Stokely and Genny. Bryson 
unhurriedly withdrew his hand, tugged the wrinkles 
from her skirt, and straightened up just as the 
curtains at the box entrance parted. "Hello you two! 
Hope you are thirsty, as we have brought the most 
divine lemonade for you. Here, Alyssa!" Genny smiled 
brightly at Alyssa, acting as though she didn't notice 
the flushed face, peaked nipples, and trembling hand 
that accepted the lemonade. Bryson stood up and placed 
his hand on Alyssa's shoulder. "Genny, we are going to 
move back a little bit, let you and Stokely have the 
best seats for the second half. Stokely, change 
places, there's a good man!" Stokey and Genny didn't 
turn a hair at this change in plans.

The second half of the show, Alyssa paid not a 
moment's attention to the actors on stage. The instant 
the lights went down, Bryson's hand slid up her inner 
thigh, deftly gathering her skirts out of the way. His 
other hand swiftly covered her mouth, stopping the 
squeal of surprise. Of course, Genny and Stokely knew 
very well what he was doing, and so would not turn 
around even if she screamed. The noise of the players 
and audience would mask any sounds to those outside 
their box.

Bryson slid his clever hand all the way up her inner 
thigh, feeling the goose bumps rise along the way. Her 
breathing had quickened to pants, although she 
obediently remained silent. Her eyes drifted closed as 
his hand reached the slit in her knickers, then two of 
his fingers were inside and sliding directly into her 
hot, wet groove. His fingers stopped briefly to scoop 
up some of the plentiful moisture, then slid up to her 
clitoris. He used her honey to wet her pearl, then 
began to gently pluck and pinch. When he had roused 
her to a fever pitch, his fingers slid downward, one 
fingertip pushing gently at the opening to her sex, 
feeling a gush of liquid at the touch. Then back up 
again, a hard pinch, then back down. This time, he 
used both fingertips to part the inner labia, holding 
her open just slightly. Alyssa's back arched and her 
eyes fluttered rapidly, almost melting at the 
sensation of openness and vulnerability this caused. 
"Oohh, Bryson, I can't stand it," she whispered 
frantically. He grinned in the darkness but said 
nothing.

His other hand urged her to lift up slightly to allow 
his hand to cup her buttock through the material of 
her gown. He left that hand there through the 
remainder of the play, allowing her to get used to 
such a touch, albeit over several layers of clothes. 
His sensitive fingertips continued to play in her 
knickers, bringing her almost to peak over and over. 
By the time the play ended, Alyssa could no longer 
control her whimpers and pleas for satisfaction - nor 
did she care if the others heard.

Bryson removed his hand from her skirts and 
straightened up in his seat, acting as though nothing 
had happened when the lights brightened. Genny turned 
her head, smiling hotly as her eyes swept over 
Alyssa's tense, feverish expression. As they gathered 
their things and made their way into the crush, 
heading towards the carriages, Bryson murmured into 
her ear: "Genny, I recognize that hot look. Alyssa is 
mine for now. You are not to seduce her until I say, 
understand?"

"Of course I understand, Bryson dear. But I'll only be 
patient so long. Remember to invite her to the party 
next weekend. If you haven't had her by then, it's my 
turn. She's too ripe to languish alone any longer." 
Genny warned him discreetly. His eyes flashed one last 
warning, then he caught up with Alyssa and placed his 
hand solicitously under her elbow. Bending, he 
murmured something quietly in her ear. Genny couldn't 
hear, but she saw Alyssa's face flush, and her eyes 
flutter briefly. She guessed that Bryson had put the 
second part of their plan in motion. She played her 
part beautifully as they waited for the carriages.

"Alyssa, darling, let's go to a party! There will be a 
delicious musical this evening at the Banburys. Their 
two daughters will play pianaforte and sing," Genny 
urged her.

Bryson spoke up. "Actually, Genny, Alyssa has just 
told me that she is feeling a little tired and would 
like to go home. Why don't you and Stokely go on, and 
I'll join you there later? I'll just give Alyssa a 
ride home." Alyssa opened her mouth as though to 
protest, but shut it before saying anything. The 
burning, melting sensation between her legs controlled 
her right then, and Bryson had told her to go along 
with whatever he said if she wanted relief. She 
climbed obediently into the carriage, ignoring her 
conscience's reminder that Aunt Beatrice had told her 
not to be alone with Bryson.

As soon as the door of the carriage closed behind him, 
Bryson twitched the curtains securely closed and 
gathered her onto his lap. He had told the coachman to 
take the long way to Waverly House, ensuring at least 
an hour of privacy. It would have to be enough.

Alyssa gasped as he pulled her firmly onto his lap. 
Something hard poked into her, pressing into the 
overheated vee between her legs. He settled her 
astride his hips, then reached down and grasped her 
skirts, pulling them up and again ordering her, "Hold 
these darling. Hold them tight," as he put them into 
her hands. The reminder of the scene at the garden 
party caused a quick spasm in her cunny.

With her skirts out of the way, Bryson pulled her down 
and nestled his hard cock into her slit. Alyssa cried 
out, trying to push away from the frighteningly 
intense pleasure. Bryson wouldn't allow it. He easily 
held her down on him, pushing his hips upwards into 
her mound slowly and rhythmically. Alyssa cried out 
again, moaned and collapsed forward onto him, hiding 
her face in his cravat.

"Oh God, Bryson, oh God you have to stop. That feels 
too, too..." she couldn't complete the sentence.

"Too good?" Bryson suggested. "Too...hot, too...wet, 
too...deliciously sexy?" he continued, pushing up 
against her with each descriptive word. His cock 
seemed to sink deeper with each thrust, until it 
slipped between the slit in her pantalettes and only 
his own clothes prevented skin from touching skin. For 
a few moments, the only sounds were rustling clothes 
and heavy breathing.

Alyssa cried out, her mouth open against his throat, 
pushing down, pumping her sensitive nub as hard as she 
could against the material of his pants. Over-excited 
from the long build-up during the play, she quickly 
drew near to orgasm. Bryson slid both hands down her 
back, cupped her buttocks for a moment then slid under 
the evening gown to cup her nearly naked bottom. He 
slid one hand down to find the opening in her 
pantalettes and pulled hard, ripping them open along 
her crotch. Alyssa didn't even notice as she continued 
to rub against his cock. Her moans were low, throaty, 
maddening to his self control. Somehow, Bryson 
maintained that control. He had no intention of 
cumming anywhere but her mouth. However, he wanted to 
take Alyssa to the next level. His fingers were soaked 
with the dew from her slit. He slid them to her 
rosebud, rubbing three fingers into the small crease. 
Then, as Alyssa cried out once again and began sucking 
on the skin of his throat, his middle finger pushed 
strongly into her fundament, pushing halfway in 
without pause. Alyssa jerked at the unexpected entry 
into her rectum, moaning fiercely but continuing to 
move on his cock. After a few seconds, when he felt 
the spasms ease around his embedded finger, Bryson 
slid the rest of his long finger into her rectum. He 
began to piston it in and out, keeping pace with 
Alyssa's suddenly rapid thrusting movements. Alyssa 
screamed and exploded into orgasm, her teeth biting 
into his neck and nearly causing Bryson to explode 
himself. Alyssa finally shuddered into silence, 
occasional tremors running through her. Bryson kept 
his finger immersed in her rectum, running the other 
hand soothingly up and down her back.

After a few moments, Alyssa raised her head to look 
into Bryson's eyes. "Your finger is inside my bottom," 
she informed him in amazement. Bryson laughed huskily.

"Yes, darling, it is. That's not all I'd like to put 
inside your bottom, but this is neither the time nor 
the place. You liked it, didn't you? Come on, you can 
tell me. Or was that someone else screaming for me not 
to stop?" he teased her gently, delighting in her 
blush.

He slowly eased his finger from her bottom, watching 
the expressions that crossed her face as the ticklish, 
pleasurable feeling was replaced by a brief sense of 
emptiness. It seemed that Alyssa was quite anal-
erotic. Of course, she had no idea what else he wanted 
to put in her bottom. That would not be so painless, 
but there was much pleasure to be found in that 
delicious pain.

Alyssa pulled away slightly. "I feel," she paused a 
moment, wrinkling up her nose, "sticky!" she 
announced. Bryson smiled sympathetically at her, but 
most of his attention was focused on his bone-hard 
erection. "Darling , there's something I'd like you to 
do for me. That hard thing you were rubbing your cunny 
against is called a "cock". When a man is aroused, his 
cock gets hard. Right now, I'm so hard that it hurts. 
I'd like you to help me find satisfaction, just as I 
helped you."

Alyssa looked up at him for a puzzled moment. "You 
want me to rub against you and put my finger in your 
bottom?" she asked him innocently.

Bryson snorted. "No, not this time. Maybe another. 
Alyssa, there are many ways to bring your partner 
pleasure. The pinnacle of pleasure is the orgasm, 
which you have twice experienced. Would you like to 
make me orgasm?" Alyssa nodded shyly, her curiosity 
and remnants of arousal wiping away any reservations.

At her nod, Bryson moved her over to the seat next to 
him, then began to unfasten his pants under Alyssa's 
fascinated stare. "I want you to take my cock into 
your mouth and suck on it. Lick it with your tongue." 
From the folds of his pants, Bryson pulled out a long, 
hard shaft, the tip swollen almost to the size of a 
plum. The thick shaft pulsed in his hand. Bryson slid 
his hand slowly, mesmerizingly up the underside, 
cupping the large head in his palm. Alyssa watched 
hypnotized, her eyes all over the large member, seeing 
a single pearly drop of fluid well up from the open 
slit in the top and then hang trembling on the plum-
like top. Dreamily, Alyssa reached out and caught it 
on her fingertip, brought it to her mouth and tasted 
his essence. She was oblivious to the gasp and lurch 
of Bryson's body as her nailtip gently scraped his 
urethral slit. He watched her savor the salty taste of 
his precum, her eyes closed as she concentrated. When 
she opened them again, she blushed to find him 
watching her. Bryson's eyes were hot, predatory, the 
planes and angles of his face clenched with the effort 
to restrain himself.

"Alyssa," he growled. The tone raised chills on her 
back. "Get your sweet ass over here and suck my cock." 
For some reason, the demanding way that he spoke was 
oddly...erotic to her. Without thought, she leaned 
forward and kissed the tip of his hard shaft, feeling 
drops of pearly fluid escaping from the slit in the 
top as she kissed him.

"Take it in your mouth," he ordered. Obediently, her 
eyes closing, Alyssa opened her mouth widely to 
engulfed the thick tip of his cock in her heated 
mouth. "Watch your teeth, darling," Bryson warned 
tensely. "A man's cock is very..." he hissed at the 
feel of her tongue licking all around the tip inside 
her mouth, "sensitive." He finished somewhat raggedly.

Alyssa seemed to have a natural affinity for 
cocksucking. Within moments, half of his cock was 
swallowed into her mouth, laved with saliva as she 
swept her tongue around it. Even the occasional 
touches of teeth were erotic rather than painful. 
Alyssa listened happily to his groans and hisses of 
pleasure. Bryson raised both hands to her head, 
guiding her mouth into a rhythm that would lead to a 
swift conclusion. By his calculations, they had less 
than ten minutes to reach her home. But at some future 
point he would have her take at least an hour just to 
suck his cock into her talented throat.

"Alyssa, I'm about to orgasm." Bryson struggled to 
keep his voice steady. "When I do, a lot of juice is 
going to shoot out of my cock and into your mouth. I 
want you to swallow it all darling." His muscles were 
tensing, preparing for an intense orgasm. Alyssa 
hummed her agreement over his cock, bobbing her head a 
little bit faster. For some reason the idea of 
swallowing his essence caused an intense shaft of 
pleasure to tighten up the muscles in her cunny. Fluid 
leaked out onto her knickers and Alyssa rubbed her 
thighs together as she sucked even harder. Moments 
later, Bryson grunted, arched his head back and began 
to shoot into her eager, receptive mouth. Although 
startled by the force of his ejaculation, Alyssa 
struggled to swallow everything that came into her 
mouth. He was deep enough in her throat that she 
couldn't actually taste anything, but she could feel 
the fluid flowing through the underside of his cock, 
pulsing in time with his spurts.

Finally, Bryson collapsed back into the squabs of the 
carriage, drained and sweating. Alyssa collapsed onto 
a seat beside him. Unexpectedly, Bryson grabbed her 
and pulled her into a quick, hard kiss, thrusting his 
tongue into her mouth voraciously. Alyssa responded 
helplessly, feeling the arousal flare up again. She 
had the sudden thought that he might be able to taste 
his own juices in her mouth. It didn't seem to bother 
Bryson, so she dismissed it as normal behavior.

The kiss ended as the carriage turned into her street 
and slowed. Bryson pulled back reluctantly. "Alyssa, 
I'd like to see you again. There is a hunting party 
next weekend at Stokely's family pile. If you'd like, 
Genny will ask Lady Beatrice if you may attend. Genny 
can provide a chaperone, in case your aunt would 
prefer." Alyssa agreed quickly, flushed with pleasure 
that this handsome, experienced man wanted to see her 
again.

*************
It was a small but merry group of people that gathered 
at Stokely's country mansion that weekend. Alyssa 
already knew Catherine, Justina and a beautiful young 
lady with the unlikely name of Sweetie from Genny's 
party. Alyssa blushed at the sight of Justina, feeling 
guilty over her dalliance with Bryson. After all, 
Justina had told them that she and Bryson were 
intimate. However, she was quickly relieved of the 
need for guilt by Justina's amorous attentions to one 
Lord Buckley, an older, still handsome but stern-faced 
man.

As tradition dictated, after dinner the men sat in the 
dining room drinking port and smoking cigars, while 
the women gathered for a good gossip in the drawing 
room. In addition to Genny, Bryson, Stokely and the 
girls from Genny's party, there were two other ladies 
and six other men. The chaperones, two eccentric 
elderly women that were distant cousins of Stokely's, 
had retired to their rooms when dinner ended. The 
conversation in the drawing room quickly grew so randy 
that Alyssa had to fight the urge to cover her ears. 
It seemed that all of these people explored the 
pleasures of the flesh, regardless of marital status. 
One of the two guests she hadn't previously met, a 
widow with bedroom eyes and somewhat lush charms, was 
commenting on the stern-faced Lord Buckley.

"Be careful, sweet Justina. Buckley likes to 
discipline his fillies before riding them. If you like 
the crop, it can be quite invigorating. However, he is 
quite...vigorous," concluded Eleanora. 

"I was unable to sit down for quite three days," 
agreed Catherine. Alyssa's eyes widened. Had they all 
had intimate relations with all the men? It certainly 
seemed that way, as Catherine, Justina and Eleanora 
began to compare notes about performances and 
preferences of the gathered men. Genny sat next to her 
and watched Alyssa quietly, seeing her eyes widen, 
breath catch, and blushes sweep irregularly over her 
pretty features as she listened to the shocking talk.

Genny knew from Bryson that Alyssa was quite 
susceptible to naughty talk. She leaned forward and 
put one hand on the back of Alyssa's slender neck, 
playing delicately with the wispy curls along her 
nape.

"Alyssa, do you know what they are talking about?" she 
murmured quietly into her ear. The moist, hot breath 
in her ear, and the tingles from having her hair 
played with, wrung a gasp from Alyssa. She shook her 
head slightly.

"Lord Buckley likes to cane a girl's bottom before he 
makes love to her," Genny breathed into her ear. "Many 
men are excited by the thought of punishing a girl's 
bare bottom," she continued, twirling small, wispy 
ringlets around one finger and then gently tugging. 
Alyssa's head tilted backward slightly, her eyelids 
fluttering at the exciting imagery of a bare-bottomed 
girl laying over Lord Buckley's lap, waiting for the 
cane to fall. She had never been spanked, had never 
even thought about it before now, but the mental image 
had slid deeply into her mind and would not let her 
go.

Genny noted the rise of fine hairs on Alyssa's arms 
and felt a moment of jealousy that her stepbrother 
would be fucking this delicious morsel tonight.

Just then the men came into the drawing room, bringing 
the pungent aroma of cigars and brandy. They sought 
out their weekend paramours. Lord Buckley tugged 
Justina from the couch, pulling her out of the room in 
front of Alyssa's stunned eyes. Justina went 
willingly, smirking backwards at the room. Another 
gentleman, the short Lord Barkely that Catherine had 
mentioned at Genny's party, went over and sat on the 
velvet settee between Catherine and the widow. He put 
one arm around Catherine's waste and began to nuzzle 
her neck, talking in a low voice to her. Stokely stood 
behind Genny and began to caress the nape of her neck, 
while Genny did the same to Alyssa. And Bryson came to 
stand silently in front of Alyssa, not moving or 
speaking until she raised her eyes from the Persian 
rug to his face.

"Alyssa, would you like to take a nighttime stroll 
around the gardens? They are quite delightfully 
scented at this time of year." He coaxed her gently. 
Alyssa nodded somewhat dazedly and took his 
outstretched hand. As they exited through the French 
doors, Alyssa heard Catherine giggle and call out, "Be 
careful not to get "pricked" out there!"

Her burning cheeks were cooled by the night air. The 
strolled hand-in-hand along well-tended garden paths, 
the heady aroma of flowers all around them. When they 
had passed out of sight of curious eyes, Bryson 
stopped and suddenly pulled Alyssa into his arms, 
crushing her mouth in a powerful kiss. His tongue 
thrust aggressively into her mouth. Alyssa hung in his 
arms, submitting to and then becoming caught up in his 
passion. She began to duel shyly with his tongue. As 
their tongues thrust and parried, it reminded her of 
how she had sat atop his lap, pushing her cunny 
against his cock...The thought made her moan. Then she 
remembered also how he had thrust his cock into her 
mouth, just as he was now doing with his tongue, and 
she groaned loudly.

Bryson raised his head, his lips shining wetly from 
their passion as he smiled down at Alyssa. "Something 
wrong, darling?" he asked her knowingly.

Alyssa ducked her head, resting her burning face 
against his cravat. "Just...what we were doing...how 
you...kiss me..." she paused, then continued bravely, 
"I just thought how it was similar to when I took 
your, your...cock...into my mouth in the carriage," 
she finished in such a low whisper he had to bend 
close to her lips to hear.

Bryson went instantly into a full erection at her 
words. His arms crushed her briefly in an involuntary 
spasm, then he again took possession of her mouth, 
exploring her with erotic skill. A moment later, his 
hot lips and nibbling teeth began to explore her neck 
and then moved to her shell-like ear, thrusting his 
tongue inside. At the same time, he slid one leg 
between hers and pressed firmly against her mound, 
thrusting rhythmically against her. Alyssa cried out, 
the sound quickly stifled by Bryson's mouth. Then he 
used that leg to spread hers apart, putting both hands 
under her bottom and pulling her into his hard, 
throbbing cock, settling it as deeply into her mound 
as he could. The firm thrusting motions ignited 
Alyssa. Her head fell back, her eyes gazed blindly at 
the star-studded night sky, and she creamed her 
pantalettes. "Oh God," she panted. "Bryson, please 
stop. We mustn't," she pleaded unconvincingly, as her 
hips thrust back against him. Bryson smiled down into 
her unseeing eyes, then parted her buttocks with his 
hands and settled more deeply against her wet, hot 
cunny.

"Darling, this is only a taste of the pleasure I can 
give you. Let us continue this in your room. I promise 
that you will be moaning, nay, screaming with pleasure 
all night." His hot breath tickled her ear, followed 
by nibbling on her earlobe. Then he nipped her 
sharply, soothing the stinging pain with gentle laps 
of his wet tongue.

One last moment of caution stopped Alyssa from blindly 
accepting. "Lord Bryson," her voice was hesitant, 
husky with passion, "I must not be compromised. I 
cannot let my aunt and uncle down by causing any sort 
of scandal." She looked up at him, hoping he would 
understand.

Bryson chuckled, his teeth gleaming whitely in the 
darkness. "Alyssa, my sweet, I have already promised 
you that I shall not take your maidenhead. None but 
your husband will have that honour." His eyes were 
intent on hers, willing her to believe him. "There are 
many, many ways to give and receive pleasure," he 
assured her huskily. "The ways that I teach you will 
leave Society ignorant of our actions. You will not 
lose your virginity, nor will you become pregnant." 
Alyssa wanted so much to believe him that she allowed 
herself to be swayed by his words, though she had no 
idea what ways of pleasure he meant. Her education 
would be greatly expanded before the night was over.

Bryson led her up the path and back into the house 
through a different entrance. They made it to Alyssa's 
rooms without being seen. Once inside, Bryson again 
took Alyssa into his arms. He kissed her hotly while 
skillfully loosening the ties, tapes and fastenings to 
her dress and petticoats. When the kiss ended, he 
leaned back a little and watched with satisfaction as 
the front of Alyssa's outfit fell forward, completely 
exposing her succulent breasts to his view. Before she 
could be overcome by modesty, Bryson swept her up into 
his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down 
on top of the covers. He stood back for a moment, 
admiring the beautiful sight of Alyssa spread before 
him, breasts heaving with her quickened breaths, skin 
a fiery red with shyness. He removed his cravat, 
wrenching at it with impatient fingers, then swiftly 
undid the fastenings to his waistcoat and vest. 
Dropping them carelessly on the floor, Bryson joined 
Alyssa on the bed, bending immediately to take the 
hardened, sensitive tip of one succulent breast into 
his mouth.

She was unprepared for the shafts of delight that went 
directly from her breast to her already moist cunny. 
The thought that he would suckle her like a babe was 
too delicious to bear. Alyssa arched her back, 
offering herself more fully to whatever he would do 
with her. For long, breathless moments Bryson suckled 
and pulled at her nipples, bringing them to such a 
state of erection that they protruded nearly an inch 
from her breasts. He ran one hand over the other 
breast, teasing her nipple without actually touching 
it. The other hand grasped both Alyssa's hands holding 
them above her head. The bombardment of erotic 
feelings caused her love juice to trickle wetly 
between her nether lips.

Alyssa lay with her head arched back, neck 
submissively bared to him. Bryson felt several spurts 
of precum drench the front of his trousers. His cock 
pushed forward against his trousers and threatened to 
burst from the friction of the cloth rubbing over its 
head. He absolutely loved the first taking of a new 
girl, and Alyssa was one of the most responsive, 
passionate women he had ever met.

Bryson discretely shifted his bone-hard cock, trying 
to find a more comfortable position. He wanted Alyssa 
naked and writhing on the bed before he removed the 
rest of his clothing. The sensation of vulnerability 
she would feel, naked while he was clothed, would 
arouse her almost as much as his caresses. Bryson 
began to remove articles of her clothing, stopping 
frequently to suckle her breasts whenever he felt her 
flinch with maidenly shyness.

Finally, she lay completely naked save for garters. 
Bryson stood beside the bed a moment, one hand 
pinching and twisting her sensitive nipple while his 
eyes roamed over her body. Alyssa's mound was covered 
sparsely by soft curls the same color as her auburn 
hair. Droplets of moisture had dampened the curls 
slightly. The sweet, musky odor of her arousal hung in 
the air. Bryson breathed it in, his eyes closed to 
savour the heady aroma of virgin cunt. Alyssa's soft 
moans grew louder, and Bryson realized he was savagely 
pinching her nipple. But far from a moan of pain, 
Bryson observed with some amazement that this tender 
young virgin had actually grown more aroused at his 
unwittingly cruel grip. Her thighs rubbed together, 
and her head twisted on the coverlet.

"Alyssa," Bryson spoke commandingly, "open your legs 
for me." He nodded as she slowly opened her eyes to 
look at him, shaking her head half-heartedly. "Yes, 
Alyssa. Obey me. Open your legs."

Slowly, her legs inched apart.

"More, Alyssa. Open them all the way. Until your legs 
cannot open any further. Do it! Or I will do it for 
you." Alyssa shuddered at the commanding words, 
another rush of wetness sliding down to make her 
nether lips rub wetly together. She spread her legs 
open, crying out as Bryson rewarded her with another 
hard pinch to her nipple.

"Now, reach down and open your cunny for me. I want to 
see inside that virgin cunny. Do it, Alyssa. You know 
you want to. I can see how wet you are from here." 
Blushing hotly, Alyssa complied. She had never touched 
herself in such a way, and couldn't believe the 
naughty sensations. Her eyes were closed tightly, 
bright sparkling lights on the inside of her eyelids 
as she used one finger from both hands and parted the 
lips of her cunny.

"That's it, darling. I knew that you would be 
obedient. That luscious cunt of yours is just aching 
to be filled and reamed by a hard cock, isn't it? 
Isn't it?" he insisted more loudly.

"Oooh, yes," Alyssa moaned, not really understanding 
the implications of his question, responding instead 
to his tone of voice.

"Well, that's too bad. You will have to wait for your 
future husband to tear through your hymen. I'm after a 
different virginity, darling." This last was drawled 
between firm pinches to both nipples. Then, moving one 
hand down to the vee of her thighs, "That doesn't mean 
that I won't play with your sweet pearl, darling. I 
see that it needs some attention. Why, it is swollen 
almost as large as your nipples. Open your eyes and 
look, Alyssa. Watch as I massage your tender bud." He 
suited action to his words, firmly massaging, rubbing 
and finally pinching her swollen, aching pearl.. Then, 
as with Justina, he flicked it. Alyssa's hips arched 
up off the bed and she gave a small scream. Bryson 
watched fascinated as a small spray of her wetness 
covered his hand and her inner thighs. Alyssa's hips 
hung in the air for long moments, and Bryson was able 
to see the mouth of her virgin cunny pulsing, sucking 
hungrily at the air. Finally she collapsed back onto 
the bed, covered in a fine layer of sweat, panting.

"We are not finished, sweeting," Bryson informed her 
imperturbably as he began to remove the remainder of 
his clothes.

Alyssa's eyes felt weighted by lead, but she slowly 
managed to look at him. What she saw shocked her 
awake. Bryson stood there naked and proudly erect. His 
shaft was larger than she remembered, pulsing an angry 
red, rising up from a bush of honey-colored hair that 
clustered thickly around the base. Alyssa didn't even 
realize that she was studying him so intently until 
Bryson cleared his throat politely. "Will I do?" he 
asked her semi-seriously. He didn't see any fear in 
her eyes. Then again, she didn't know where his cock 
was going to go, so she had no cause for fear - yet. 

"What more will we do? Would you like me to take you 
in my mouth again?" her voice was little more than a 
whisper of sound. 

He smiled. "No, darling, there is no need for you to 
take me in your mouth right now. Although, we will 
need quite a bit of moisture for this," he announced 
cryptically. Briefly turning away from Alyssa, he went 
to the small bedside table and opened a drawer, making 
a satisfied sound at what he found.

"Dear Stokely, one can count on him to keeps the guest 
rooms well-supplied," he grinned down at Alyssa, 
enjoying her mystification. Bryson brought out a small 
glass flask with a cork in it, filled with an almost 
clear liquid. He set that on top of the table, and 
next removed several other items. There were gloves, 
several cloths and some strips of black velvet, about 
3 inches wide and several feet long. Alyssa watched 
with wide, wondering eyes as all of these items were 
laid out neatly on the tabletop. Bryson's demeanor had 
changed with the advent of these mysterious items. No 
longer the teasing, urbane lover of moments before, 
his features had hardened and become fiercer, more 
purposeful.

Alyssa had no idea what had caused this change in 
Bryson, but it sent a thrill through her nonetheless. 
At his command, she rolled over on the bed and lifted 
herself up to allow Bryson to place several cloths on 
the bedspread beneath her pelvis, wondering what they 
were for.

It was time for the final act, the taking of her 
bottom's virginity. This would require some patience, 
some force, and a certain disregard for protests once 
the insertion began. The first few moments were often 
uncomfortable, but the unguent in the flask would 
assure entry for even the tightest of bottom-mouths 
and the stoutest of weapons. 

"Turn over on your belly," Bryson commanded.

She obeyed.

"Raise your hands above your head, and raise up your 
bottom half, bringing your knees up closer to your 
chest." Alyssa hesitated for a moment, but complied 
with a small squeak when Bryson smacked her naked 
bottom cheek. Taking two of the velvet strips, he tied 
one around each wrist and fastened the other ends to 
the bedposts above her head. He took another velvet 
strip and tied it around Alyssa's head to blindfold 
her. A fourth strip unexpectedly came around her head 
and was settled firmly in her mouth. She gave a 
muffled protest, feeling some trepidation about why he 
would want to prevent her from speaking.

"Alyssa, this will increase your pleasure. It will 
also help you to relax and comply with my commands, as 
I have removed your ability to make decisions about 
what will happen. However, if you find that you are 
unable to bear the pain or the pleasure of my 
caresses, raise the index finger of both hands and I 
will unbind you." The explanation was growled hotly 
into her ear, raising goosebumps along her back. 
Alyssa moaned deeply, unsure whether to be scared or 
excited at the mention of pain and pleasure together, 
settling herself into the position he had demanded. 
"Raise your fingers to show that you understand."

After confirming that she understood the signal, 
Bryson took additional strips and tied them just 
behind her knees, pulling the long strips up and 
binding them both behind her neck, thus trussing her 
securely in position. He donned one of the gloves and 
uncorked the flask, held it above the taut split of 
her buttocks, and tipped it over two outstretched 
gloved fingers. He watched as the oil slid over his 
gloved fingers, some dripping down to land in the 
valley between her ass cheeks and sliding down over 
Alyssa's tightly clenched amber rosebud. She flinched 
at the touch of the liquid on so sensitive a place, 
then flinched again when his drenched fingers touched 
her bum, smearing the liquid sensuously. Bryson set 
the flask down for a moment, and used that hand to 
further spread her cheeks, allowing better access. He 
began to rub the two fingers more firmly against her 
clenched anus, sensuously spreading the unguent in 
ever-decreasing circles until his fingers were 
centered on the small bud. He watched with 
fascination, his hard cock dripping precum on the 
covers.

Alyssa was gasping for breath, eager to feel the 
strange pleasure of his finger entering her behind, 
and hugely aroused by the helpless position. She was 
unable to move, to avoid his caresses. Why the oil, 
she wondered innocently? He hadn't needed it before. 
Such thoughts were stopped as one finger slid deeply 
into her bottom mouth, involuntary contractions trying 
to push him back out but only drawing him in more 
deeply.

"That's it, my hot little cunt, that's it. Suck on my 
finger. Feel how it spreads you open, tickles your 
rectum. God, you are so tight!" Bryson's voice was 
fractured with lust as his eyes hotly devoured the 
sight of his finger thrusting in and out of Alyssa's 
tightly grasping anus. He continued so for a few 
moments, feeling the ease with which he pushed in and 
out as the oil did its work. Almost before she had 
become accustomed to the sensation Bryson removed that 
finger. Alyssa moaned a protest at the loss of 
sensation, but suddenly his finger was back. Only this 
time, it was accompanied by another finger, and both 
slid smoothly inside her tight bottom. 

Alyssa's back arched at the incredible sense of 
fullness in her passage. She thrust her ass 
involuntarily up into the air. The liberal application 
of oil had eased the entrance so that even the 
stretching of her rosebud was pleasurable. Moans and 
cries escaped the velvet gag, and a spurt of wetness 
trickled down her inner thighs, dripping onto the 
covers. He smiled painfully at the sight. Rarely had 
he come across a woman as passionate as this one. The 
carnal sensations of his fingers steadily, 
rhythmically spearing in and out of her bottom mouth 
consumed the young miss. Her head tossed back and 
forth, moans steadily growing louder. Bryson removed 
the hand that had been spreading open her bottom 
cheeks, and reached around to caress her neglected 
clitoris.

Through the gag, he could hear Alyssa moaning. Even 
through the velvet gag, he understood her muffled 
request to "flick my pearl, Oh God, yes, flick my 
pearl." He complied, and she came immediately, rectum 
clenching and rippling around his embedded fingers. 
Bryson breathed in hard, preventing his own climax 
with effort. He kept his fingers inserted deeply in 
her rectum, beginning to spear them gently open and 
closed inside her even before the orgasmic tremors had 
died away. He needed to stretch her anus as much as 
possible. He also admitted to himself how much he 
liked to watch her rosebud wink open and closed as his 
fingers scissored inside her.

Alyssa had barely caught her breath from the 
incredible orgasm before he began to arouse her again. 
She was moaning weakly into her gag, the velvet soaked 
with her saliva. She bent her head down, resting it on 
the bed. The movement caused her knees to pull forward 
even more, further opening her to Bryson's lustful 
gaze and erotic caresses.

Bryson again took up the flask, but this time he 
stripped off the soiled glove and dripped the fluid 
instead onto his heavily engorged cock. Alyssa would 
have cried out in alarm had she been able to see his 
thick, pulsing cock, the head a deep red, drooling 
precum almost continuously as it approached her still 
extremely tight bottom mouth. His two fingers were no 
match for the thickness of his cockhead.

His hot, hugely swollen cockhead nudged against her 
rosebud, sending shivers down Bryson's back. He could 
feel small flutterings from her bottom mouth, almost 
mouthing the tip of his shaft. His oiled shaft slid 
pleasurably through his fingers as he positioned 
himself firmly against her. He braced himself, holding 
one of her hips with his free hand, crouched on his 
knees behind her upturned ass, and took a deep breath. 
Then he thrust forward.

The first thrust opened up her anus and slid the head 
of his cock inside. Alyssa's head jerked up, her mouth 
open in a soundless scream as her bottom mouth snapped 
closed on the thinner portion of his cock behind the 
head. Bryson was two inches inside her rectum. He 
stared down in awe at the sight of his cock, extending 
out from her hugely stretched anus. The light amber 
ring around her rosebud had been stretched into a thin 
band. He threw his head back, taking deep breaths to 
control the urge to thrust fully inside her. Bryson 
knew that he must wait for her to grow accustomed to 
the invasion of her bottom before entering any 
further. He wanted her to enjoy sodomy, though the 
beginning part might be somewhat painful.

Alyssa finally was able to voice a muffled scream at 
the sensation of something large stretching open her 
bottom. It was much larger than his fingers. She felt 
a burning pain! She finally realized what Bryson had 
meant, when he said in the carriage that he wanted to 
put other things besides a finger in her bottom. As 
Bryson remained unmoving inside her, though, the first 
stinging pain was transformed into a strange achy 
pleasure. It felt so odd, having something go in where 
things had only come out in the past. She panicked for 
a moment, feeling the urge to expel his cock and 
afraid that she would lose control of her bowels. In 
the midst of this panic, Bryson leaned forward, 
carefully holding his cock steady, and breathed into 
her ear, "Relax, darling Alyssa, relax your bottom 
mouth. Push out as though you are going to the 
bathroom."

Alyssa tried to follow his directions. The thought of 
calling a halt by their prearranged signal never 
entered her mind, she would later realize. The 
sensations, while somewhat painful, were also too 
pleasurable to give up. She felt an itching inside her 
bottom, and suddenly desired him to push inside her 
more deeply. Remembering how long and thick he was, 
she wondered if he would try to push the whole shaft 
into her. She also wondered how she would survive such 
a thing.

Bryson felt the slight relaxing of her bottom's tense 
grip, and pushed forward immediately. He gained 
another inch, then stopped and waited again, murmuring 
soothingly to her all the while. Again, he pushed 
forward and watched as another inch of his cock 
entered into her tight, hot rectum. Then another. At 
that point, Alyssa cried out in protest, and he 
instantly stilled, waiting for her to grow accustomed 
to something this deeply inside her. He was past the 
point where his fingers had touched previously. Bryson 
pulled out slightly, hearing a sharp gasp from Alyssa, 
then pushed forward again to his previous position. He 
repeated that motion, but when he pushed back in, he 
kept going and slid another inch into her rectum. Only 
two inches remained outside her tightly-packed ass, 
and he was determined to feed them to her before he 
exploded. His balls had long since drawn up tightly in 
his scrotum, and Bryson could tell that he would 
positively flood her ass when he finally allowed 
himself to cum. But not just yet. He slowly stroked in 
and out, assuring Alyssa in a husky voice that the 
discomfort would pass, that soon she would feel 
nothing but pleasure. He constantly reminded her to 
push out with her muscles.

Alyssa knelt on the bed in a welter of pleasurable 
pain. Her mouth hung open around the gag, and she took 
huge breaths through her flaring nostrils. With her 
eyes covered, she was completely focused on the 
sensations of feel and smell. The musky scent of sex 
in the room; her wet cunny dripping her juices on the 
bed; the herbal odor from the unguent; Bryson's sweat 
dripping onto her gleaming back - all were far more 
intense without sight. Her stretched-open rectum, full 
of thick, hard cock, burned and throbbed as muscles 
involuntarily spasmed around his embedded shaft. She 
felt the head flex deep inside her, growing larger for 
a moment and dragging a gasping moan from Alyssa. 
Bryson heard her and did it again.

"Oh, God, Alyssa, your ass is so tight! It feels so 
incredible, almost like your rectum is sucking on my 
cock. God, you are so hot. Do you like this? I think 
you must, the way your cunny is dripping all over the 
bed. How does this feel?" He pushed forward slightly, 
sliding an additional half inch inside her. "How about 
this?" He slid his hips in very small circles, 
stretching her bottom mouth even more. "And this?" He 
pulled back, sliding his cock out until the head began 
to emerge, watching as her rectum clung to his flesh 
on the outstroke. Then, he pushed all the way back in 
one long thrust. This time only an inch remained 
outside her aching bottom.

"Yes, darling, moan for me. I'm going to open up this 
sweet ass until you scream with the pleasure! When I'm 
done, you'll be begging me to fuck you every day just 
to feel your asshole stretched open." As his arousal 
increased, his speech grew more crude. "I'm going to 
ream you until you scream, my sweet bitch. Oh, God, 
yes, that's it! Clench on my cock. That's it, aaahhh," 
he panted for a moment, regaining control, "you aren't 
going to make me come yet. I still have plans for this 
tight ass. Feel that? I'm going to pull all the way 
out now. I want to see how open your little rosebud is 
now."

Alyssa squealed as the cockhead was removed with an 
audible "pop". A moment of silence followed, where she 
was hotly aware of the air moving over and into her 
open ass, and could almost feel his hot eyes devouring 
the sight of her slightly gaping rectum. 

"Oh, Jesus, look at that hole. It's not such a little 
rosebud anymore." Three fingers were suddenly thrust 
into her rectum without warning. Alyssa huffed out a 
breath, stunned at the sudden fullness and burning 
stretch. His three fingers were a little thicker than 
his cockhead, but still they entered with ease. Alyssa 
moaned with mortification at his laugh.

"God's blood, girl, that ass of yours may be the death 
of me. Feel how it's sucking on my three fingers. You 
like that, don't you? Like to be told what a slut you 
are, made to do things. Don't you!" Bryson suddenly 
growled at her.

"Yes!" Alyssa moaned unthinkingly through the gag, 
then stopped as the truth slammed into her. She DID 
like to be ordered around, made to do things, firmly 
handled. It made her cunny even wetter than the 
naughty talk and carnal caresses!

The three fingers were suddenly removed, and Bryson's 
cock took their place. He had dripped a little more 
oil on it, concentrating on the base of his shaft.

"I'm going to give you all of my cock this time, 
darling, the whole eight inches. Ready?" He didn't 
wait for an answer, but slid smoothly into her hot 
rectum, deep inside, four inches, five inches, 
six...seven, and then, with one strong push and a 
sharp cry from Alyssa, his pelvis rested against her 
heaving ass. Bryson rested there a moment, stunned 
that he'd conquered her virgin ass so quickly. But his 
aching balls reminded him how long he'd been waiting 
to cum, and he began to slowly withdraw and push back 
in, in and out slowly, steadily, until Alyssa was once 
again responding, pushing back against him and making 
moaning, gasping grunts into her gag. Bryson reached 
around and slid one finger into her dripping slit. He 
began to flick against her pearl, quickly, 
rhythmically. Within seconds, Alyssa screamed out in a 
hip-shaking, head-tossing orgasm, her hot, tight 
rectal sheath rippling and clenching around his cock. 
The pleasure was unbelievable! Even though her ass 
still twinged each time he pushed all the way in, it 
still felt better than anything she'd ever felt 
before.

Just as Alyssa was coming down from her peak, Bryson 
began his. No longer concerned with her pleasure, he 
began thrusting faster and harder, pounding her ass as 
he sought his own long-delayed orgasm.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, here it comes. Take it, take 
it. Deep in your ass, aaaahhhh." Even though she was 
exhausted from several orgasms, and aching from the 
unaccustomed activity in her rectum, Alyssa still 
thrilled as his obvious excitement increased. Then he 
jammed himself all the way into her, pelvis flush with 
her bottom, and became still. Alyssa felt several 
pulses of warmth inside her plugged anus, and realized 
he must be spurting his juice into her. She remained 
obediently still, accepting his juice deep into her 
rectum. He had built up so much come that it began to 
back up in her passage, oozing out around his deeply 
embedded cock and trickling down her ass. Alyssa 
moaned at the naughty sensation. Finally, she felt his 
cock softening and growing smaller inside her, and it 
plopped wetly out of her anus, leaving her hole 
dilated almost half an inch. It slowly shrank back to 
its normal tightly clenched pucker. The skin around 
her rosebud gleamed wetly, reddened from the rough 
treatment of the last few minutes. Bryson lay behind 
her, watching as her rosebud recovered from his 
pounding. Dribbles of oil, his spend, and ass juice 
began to ease out of the tightly clenched hole. He 
tiredly took one of the cloths and wiped her ass 
carefully, then did the same for his soiled cock. No 
need to distress her with the more distasteful parts 
of anal sex, Bryson thought to himself. He preferred 
his partners to cleanse with enemas before they made 
love, but there had been no way to suggest that to 
Alyssa tonight. Now that she understood what 
possibility for pleasure existed between her pert ass 
cheeks, perhaps next time...

Alyssa almost wept with gratitude when she felt the 
ties around her arms and legs being loosened and then 
removed. She ached from being in one position for so 
long, and from the unaccustomed activity in her anal 
passage. She wanted nothing more than to curl up under 
the covers and sleep for days. Bryson lifted her up 
and pulled the covers down, then placed her in the bed 
and tucked her in. In the midst of his ministrations, 
she dropped off into a deep, dreamless sleep of 
physical satiation.

Bryson went to his own bed for the rest of the night. 
Although it was accepted by everyone that these 
weekends were orgiastic in nature, and the household 
staff was trained not to gossip about the goings-on of 
the wealthy who attended Stokely's parties, he didn't 
think that Alyssa would be comfortable if the maid 
found them entwined together in the morning.

In the corridor on the way to his room, Bryson heard 
moans and groans coming from several chambers. He 
smiled tiredly, imagining that some of the activities 
going on in those rooms would make the last few hours 
with Alyssa seem tame. As he passed Justina's room, he 
heard the whistle of a cane followed by a whimpering 
cry and doubted if that young lady would be sitting a 
horse anytime over this weekend. Then again, he much 
doubted that Alyssa would be riding a horse either, he 
found himself thinking with a self-satisfied grin.

In his stepsister's room, unbeknownst to Bryson, 
Stokely was slamming into Genny's opened asshole. His 
hands held her ass cheeks widely open, allowing him to 
slide in and out at high speed. His organ was encased 
in hotly gripping rectal walls. Genny knelt in her 
favorite position, open mouth pressed into the 
bedclothes, ass thrust up in the air, hands clenching 
the covers. She had already come twice, and was going 
for a third. She reached back with one hand and began 
to play with her dripping slit, sliding two fingers 
through her sopping groove, as Stokely began the 
short, rapid thrusts that would quickly end in a 
massive spend. She moaned encouragingly, thrusting 
back in time with his movements, working to take his 
tool into her all the way to his pubic hair on each 
thrust. Finally, he groaned loudly and began spurting 
into her ass. Genny came with him, fingers slipping 
and sliding around her sensitive clit. She wondered, 
just as she dropped off to sleep, how Alyssa had fared 
in Bryson's loving embrace.

******
End Part I
