Victorian Seduction II by Kitten Cream (c) April, 2001 
(FF, MFF, anal, oral, toys)

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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.

*******
Alyssa awoke at dawn as was her usual custom. She 
moved lethargically, wondering why her body ached so. 
Then the memories flooded back, and with them, 
mortification. She was ruined! She had allowed Lord 
Bryson unbelievable liberties with her person. She 
could never look him in the eye again. What if the 
others knew? They would tell Aunt Beatrice, and they 
would throw her into the streets.

Such despairing thoughts raced madly through her brain 
for several minutes. Finally, she dragged herself out 
of bed and over to the washbasin to take care of her 
morning ablutions. Nothing would be gained by hiding 
from the world, so she might as well face the 
consequences and get it over with.

Each step reminded her that she had engaged in some 
unusual exercise the previous evening. Her thighs, 
arms, back and anus ached. The ache was more 
pleasurable than painful, though, akin to the feeling 
that she gained from a long, arduous day of gardening.

She went down the stairs towards the dining room. 
Despite her worries, Alyssa was hungry. Savory smells 
greeted her from outside the dining room. Could 
someone else be awake in the household? Alyssa had 
quickly realized that getting up at dawn was a very 
strange custom in the City, but the habits of a 
lifetime were impossible to break so quickly.

It was a surprise, therefore, to find Genny sitting at 
the table.

"Genny? Wha...what a surprise to find you up at this 
hour..." Alyssa's voice trailed away as Genny got up 
from the table and came towards her. She was enfolded 
in a warm hug in the next moment.

"Oh darling, tell me how you are this morning? How was 
it? Did Bryson treat you well? I want to know all the 
details, every delicious moment!" The flood of 
questions overwhelmed Alyssa. Far from being angry, it 
seemed that Genny was inviting her to share all the 
particulars of last evening. What mad world had she 
stumbled into? As though Genny had not noticed 
Alyssa's lack of response, she led her over to the 
seat next to hers at the breakfast table and scooped 
up a plate to fill at the sideboard.

"Let me get some breakfast for you. You must be 
starved. Oh, I'm so happy that you are one of us now. 
We shall have such fun! Why, you won't believe what 
all we get up to, right under the watchful eyes of our 
dear parents." Genny joined Alyssa at the table, 
setting the brimming plate in front of the stunned, 
openmouthed girl.

Finally, Genny's chatter ground to a halt and she took 
note of Alyssa's reaction. "Oh, dear, you still don't 
understand, do you? Alyssa, darling, don't worry. What 
happened last night with Bryson - everyone was in 
their room doing something similar. It's nothing to be 
ashamed about. We all have needs and desires, and it 
is stupid to have to wait until marriage to fulfill 
our desires. We aren't hurting anyone. Oftentimes the 
only carnal pleasure we shall ever know is here among 
our special group of friends. So many noblemen believe 
that it would be unnatural for their wives to 
experience pleasure in the marital bed. Tell me that 
you understand, Alyssa?"

Alyssa unglued her tongue long enough to gasp out, 
"Everyone knows what I d- d- did with Bryson?"

"Well, not the particulars, but we know that he must 
have plucked your bottom virginity, as that is what 
Bryson most loves to do. Also, although the walls are 
very thick, you did scream quite a few times. I hope 
with pleasure?" Alyssa felt mortified. They had heard 
her? Oh, God, how would she ever be able to face these 
people again?

Genny hurried to reassure her. "Alyssa, had you 
wandered the halls, you would have heard screams and 
cries from many rooms last night, including mine. It 
is noting to be ashamed of. Why, I find it quite 
erotic to hear people crying out with pleasure."

"But I can see that you are quite uncomfortable with 
this subject, so why don't we speak of something else? 
If I am not mistaken, you will be too sore to ride a 
horse today in the hunt. Shall we find something 
better to occupy our time? How about painting? The 
solarium has such wonderful light, we could go in 
there." At that point, several other guests entered 
the dining room, and the conversation became much more 
general. To Alyssa's relief, no one seemed to pay the 
slightest bit of attention to her. She studiously 
ignored Bryson when he made his entrance, which piqued 
him considerable. She refused to be drawn into 
conversation with him. Finally, he left for the 
stables with the majority of the party. Only Justina, 
Alyssa and Genny remained behind.

Justina had sat somewhat gingerly in her chair 
throughout breakfast, receiving a few smirks from 
Eleanora and Genny. When Genny again suggested that 
they paint in the solarium, she got up with some 
relief and walked ahead of them down the hallway.

"Justina, are you feeling quite well this morning? You 
seem to be walking with a bit of a limp." Genny called 
out merrily to her. Justina glared over her shoulder 
at Genny.

"That damn Buckley! He about stripped the skin off my 
ass." Justina griped as they entered the brightly-lit 
solarium.

"Oh, you poor darling!" Genny instantly gushed with 
sympathy. "Let me see it. I may have a salve that will 
help."

Justina was quite aware what salve Genny meant. Genny 
was quite adept at soothing sore muscles and skin with 
long licks of her talented tongue. She looked sharply 
at Alyssa, wondering how this fresh-faced girl would 
react to a little girl-loving. Only one way to find 
out!

"Oh Genny you are such a dear. I would love some of 
your special salve." Justina began to unbutton her 
dress. Genny quickly turned to Alyssa. "Can you please 
get the painting supplies while I help Justina? They 
are in that cabinet over there." She pointed to the 
far corner of the room. Alyssa obediently went to 
fetch the supplies. By the time she returned, Justina 
had removed her clothing and draped herself face down 
over the back of a couch. Genny knelt behind her, her 
hands running all over the welted skin of Justina's 
buttocks.

"That dreadful man! Why, I believe he may have drawn 
blood right here," her hand went in between Justina's 
legs, sliding into the wet and welcoming warmth of her 
cunny. Justina gasped in pleasure. "Yes, I feel some 
moisture, spread your legs further and let me see what 
this is." Genny continued to play the game.

Justina spread her legs further apart, feeling 
deliciously exposed in the bright sunshine that 
streamed in through the windows. Her eyes closed as 
Genny's finger explored deeply into the wet lips 
between her legs. Alyssa, having finally moved the 
various easels and supplies over to where Genny and 
Justina were, looked up and fully took in the scene. 
She gasped to see Genny's hand between Justina's legs, 
and gasped again when she saw all the red marks of the 
cane across her naked buttocks. "Genny, what are you 
doing?" came out without thought.

"Why, darling, I am soothing Justina. She has been 
through a terrible ordeal with Lord Buckley. Do you 
see how red her bottom is? When I touch her sweet 
little cunny, she can forget about the pain for a 
moment. Why don't you come and try it?" Alyssa was 
shocked at the suggestion. She had never thought to 
touch another woman in such a manner. But Genny acted 
as though it were completely natural! She 
unconsciously crept a little closer to see in more 
detail what the two women were doing.

Genny leaned forward without waiting for a response 
and began to sensuously, slowly lick the red marks on 
Justina's ass. Her tongue left trails of wetness 
behind which gleamed in the sunlight. Her hand 
continued to stimulate Justina's hot cunny. By now, 
Justina was pantingly beyond speech.

Within moments, Justina cried out her pleasure and 
came against Genny's hand. "There, darling, don't you 
feel better now?" she breathed with satisfaction. 
Genny gave one last rub to the reddened cheek in front 
of her, then stood up and turned to face Alyssa. At 
first she thought Alyssa had fled the room, but then 
she saw her, seated in one of the chairs with her 
skirts bunched around her waist, one hand rubbing her 
cunny through the gossamer material of her knickers. 
Alyssa was so caught up in her own passion that she 
failed to realize Genny and Justina were both watching 
her as she spent in a wild flurry of tremors that 
shook her small frame.

"Umm, that looked delicious, Alyssa." Alyssa opened 
her eyes to see Genny and Justina both standing in 
front of her, Justina still naked and Genny fully 
clothed. Both sets of eyes were locked hotly on the 
apex of her legs, where her hand still rested. With a 
shamed cry, Alyssa wrested her hand away and tried to 
jump up from the chair, only to subside in defeat as 
her skirts tangled around her thighs.

Genny knelt next to the chair and put one hand out to 
Alyssa's face. "You are so passionate, sweeting, I 
love it! Would you like me to touch you as I did 
Justina?" Alyssa was tongue-tied with crippling 
shyness. "Just nod if you would like me to touch your 
sweet cunny, rub all over your clitty and lick your 
beautiful buttocks." Genny suggested.

Alyssa nodded once, her cheeks suffused with fiery 
red. What had she gotten herself into? Though she had 
just spent, the fires in her blood refused to subside. 
Even her bottom mouth ached for some form of 
penetration, despite how it stung from the previous 
night's unaccustomed use.

At her agreement, both Genny and Justina immediately 
tugged her to her feet and divested Alyssa of her 
clothes. She was naked in moments, trembling from head 
to toe. They noted the red marks around her nipples 
where Bryson's whiskers had rubbed the skin raw. Genny 
led an unprotesting Alyssa over to the couch where 
Justina had recently knelt and bent her forward over 
the back of the couch. "Spread your legs open, 
darling. Let's see what damage my amorous stepbrother 
has inflicted," Genny told her. 

Alyssa obediently parted her legs, feeling droplets of 
moisture already beginning to slide out of her cunny 
and down her thighs.

"Justina, hold her cheeks open. Thank you. Ah, yes, I 
see he was a little rough. Some redness, and your 
rosebud is still slightly relaxed from his use. Why 
don't I lick it better, darling?" Genny didn't wait 
for a response. She placed one hand on Alyssa's cunny 
and began to comb through the damp curls, while the 
other hand anchored Alyssa to the couch. She bent 
forward and Alyssa suddenly felt something soft and 
wet touch her rosebud. Genny's tongue! Oh sweet Jesus, 
Genny was licking her where she went to the bathroom. 
Surely that could not be right. Alyssa jerked 
convulsively, but was easily controlled by the two 
girls.

"Don't move, there's a good girl," Justina cooed.

"But...you can't...it's dirty there." Alyssa moaned 
somewhat incoherently. Despite her shock, she couldn't 
stop the waves of pleasure as Genny's tongue intruded 
delicately into her sore rear passage. Indeed, all 
pain was miraculously gone!

Genny ignored the protests and continued to tongue and 
lick her delightful asshole. She sucked gently, 
knowing from her own experience that it would cause a 
lovely turmoil in her intestines. Alyssa cried out 
immediately, all thought of protest forgotten. Justina 
continued to hold her buttocks open, to help Genny's 
tongue attain maximum depths in her rectum. Her cunny 
wept at the erotic tableau.

Amazingly quickly, Alyssa cried out and spent in a 
rush of juices against Genny's teasing fingers. She 
knelt there, head drooping off her slender neck, while 
Genny slowly withdrew her tongue from the tightly 
clasping rosebud.

"Mmmm, delicious, darling. Let's get you dressed, 
wouldn't want you to catch a chill. Oh, what pretty 
stockings. You must tell me who your modiste is. 
Perhaps I shall buy a few pair. Now, what shall we 
paint?"

Genny assisted Justina to dress while Alyssa lay 
recovering her breath. Genny judged that Alyssa was 
not ready for anything more of a sexual nature that 
morning, and the abrupt return to a "normal" topic was 
calculated to reduce what had happened into a bizarre, 
perhaps even imaginary event in Alyssa's mind. Thus, 
Genny could keep her from thinking too much about what 
had just happened. She was right. After a dazed look 
at both of them, Alyssa took up a palette and brush 
without further comment.

The morning was spent in desultory conversation and 
idle painting of still life. By lunchtime, Alyssa had 
almost convinced herself that none of it had happened, 
so removed did it seem from the current behavior of 
Genny and Justina. They ate lunch together and then 
took a walk about the grounds. Alyssa was feeling 
decidedly tired and retired for a nap until the 
hunting party returned.

*******
That evening, the men again joined the women in the 
drawing room after cigars and brandy.

Bryson had been looking forward to cornering Alyssa 
all day. He was quite frustrated to arrive in the 
drawing room and find no sign of her. Upon 
questioning, a smirking Justina told him that Genny 
had taken Alyssa up to her room to "show her 
something." Bryson felt quite sure he knew exactly 
what the minx would show her. He remembered his words 
to her in the theater - she was to leave her alone 
until he had bedded her. Now that the deed was done, 
Genny would consider Alyssa fair game. He cursed and 
went bounding up the stairs.

He paused outside Alyssa's door, then peeked inside. 
They weren't there. He followed the corridor to 
Genny's room. Before he even reached for the handle, 
he could hear Alyssa's throaty cries of pleasure. His 
guts clenched in jealousy. By damn, he'd beat Genny to 
within an inch of her life! Alyssa was his bedmate for 
the weekend, not Genny's, the greedy little bitch.

He thrust open the door with no thought but to wrench 
Alyssa away from Genny's embrace. The two lovers 
inside were oblivious to his presence, wrapped in a 
hot embrace. In an instant, he took in the scene.

Genny was wearing a harness of some kind. A short but 
stout dildo swept up in a curve from her pelvis. She 
knelt over Alyssa, who lay on her back, legs raised in 
the air. Both were naked. Genny's hands were massaging 
Alyssa's breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. 
Her dildo rubbed up and down in the valley between her 
thighs, nudging against Alyssa's clitoris on each 
stroke. The dildo gleamed with her juices. Bryson 
hadn't seen Genny naked before, and was shocked at 
what a luscious body his little stepsister possessed. 
And reluctantly, he felt himself become aroused as he 
took in the Sapphic embrace. He quietly closed the 
door and stepped over to the bedside.

"What are you two sluts up to?" he asked in a menacing 
growl. Alyssa shrieked in surprise, but Genny just 
turned her head and smiled lazily at him. "Hello 
brother dear. Come to join the fun?" She spread open 
Alyssa's legs suddenly and pushed against her rosebud 
with the stout dildo, watching her stepbrother's 
reaction. Alyssa cried out, her legs jerking in 
Genny's hands.

"No, no, darling, be still. I told you, I need you to 
be a good girl and do what I say, or I'll have to 
spank you." Genny crooned lovingly down at Alyssa. She 
subsided, but her eyes were closed in mortification 
and a blush swept her entire body at Bryson finding 
her like this. Bryson began to divest himself of 
clothing, hands fumbling slightly while he kept his 
eyes locked on the two girls. He had participated in 
several threesomes, but never with his stepsister. The 
thought had never occurred to him. But if she wasn't 
bothered by it, neither was he, he resolved.

Alyssa's eyes popped open as she felt the slender head 
of the dildo enter her bottom mouth, at the same time 
as the bed depressed under Bryson's weight. Her head 
arched back at the stinging eroticism of the slow 
entry into her bottom. It entered slickly, easily, 
greased with the same lubricant kept in all the guest 
rooms. Within moments the five inch fake cock was 
seated to the hilt, and Genny knelt motionless for a 
moment. A quick glance at Bryson's naked, erect form 
and she verified that her stepbrother's cock was much 
bigger than the replica buried in Alyssa's fundament. 
She wasn't worried about hurting Alyssa, but even the 
most seasoned of anal enthusiasts needs a moment to 
come to terms with an unexpected intrusion.

Alyssa squirmed under her, and Genny took that as a 
sign that she was ready to proceed. Still ignoring 
Bryson, she began short, stirring thrusts in and out 
of Alyssa's rectum. After a few thrusts, she pulled 
all the way out, watching the gaping bottom mouth 
begin to slowly close, and then plunged all the way 
back in. A projection on the inside of the harness 
stimulated her own clit each time she pushed her 
pelvis against Alyssa's, and Genny quickly built 
towards climax. Alyssa beat her to it. Bryson had 
placed two fingers around her erect clitoris and two 
around her right nipple and begun squeezing both in 
time to Genny's thrusts. Alyssa felt the dark wave of 
pleasure sweeping over her. She wrapped her legs 
tightly around Genny and came loudly and wetly.

They subsided momentarily in a sweaty, panting tangle 
of limbs. Bryson was too randy to wait out their post-
orgasmic glow. He quickly pulled Genny off of Alyssa, 
hearing a "pop" as the dildo pulled free of her anus. 
Dripping oil on his hard cock, he moved over Alyssa, 
raised her legs in the air, and thrust against her 
pouting rosebud.

The oil and the previous exercise had relaxed her anus 
sufficiently that he was able to push the whole head 
of his cock in immediately. However, Alyssa stiffened 
and cried out with pain at the unexpected dilation of 
her aching hole. Genny immediately grabbed hold of 
Bryson's cock and pulled it backwards, wrenching him 
out of Alyssa's hole.

"What the bloody hell do you thing you are doing?" she 
demanded. "She's not ready to take you so quickly yet. 
Jesus, Bryson, she's only had you up her ass once, and 
my little shaft is hardly preparation for yours." She 
leaned over and rubbed Alyssa's buttocks soothingly 
for a moment. 

"Alyssa, dear, forgive my stepbrother. Men are often 
controlled by their little heads rather than their big 
ones. I know you know how much pleasure he can give 
you, though, so let's try that again. Bryson, get the 
oil and two gloves. I'm going to open her up a little 
bit more for you."

Bryson complied, stinging under her criticism. He 
didn't need Genny to tell him how to bugger a tight 
little ass. Even if he had hurt Alyssa, she would have 
relaxed momentarily. But he decided to bide his time 
and allow his bossy stepsister to give the orders for 
now.

Genny smoothed gloves over both hands, watched 
intently by Alyssa and Bryson. She smiled tenderly at 
Alyssa and poured a generous amount of oil onto one 
glove, dripping it over three fingers and into the 
palm of the glove. Then she rubbed both hands 
together, coating them with the oil.

"Bryson, hold her cheeks open for me. Alyssa, darling, 
I'm going to open you up very wide, so that his cock 
can get into you without a bit of pain. I want you to 
push out as though you are going to the bathroom when 
you feel my fingers going into you, alright?"

Bryson leaned over and muttered in her ear, "Genny, 
for Christ's sake, the girl likes to be told what to 
do, not asked for permission. Would you hurry it up? 
I'm going to explode all over the goddamned bed in a 
moment."

Genny smiled at him. "Bryson, dominance may be your 
style but it's not mine. I know that she enjoys being 
ordered around, but you do enough of that for both of 
us. And you can just hold your horses - or your cock, 
whichever you prefer. We'll do this at Alyssa's pace, 
not yours. Cum, if you need to so badly. I'll just 
play with Alyssa while you regain your strength." She 
smiled condescendingly at him.

Bryson clenched his teeth on a sharp reply. Generally, 
he and Genny got along very well together. But her 
tendency to boss him around got on his nerves. 
However, she did seem to have a rapport with Alyssa. 
He subsided, willing his cock to be patient for a few 
more minutes.

Genny leaned closer to Alyssa. "Now, raise your legs 
up dear and hold them with your hands. That's it. 
Bryson, hold her buttocks open for me."

"It's alright, that's just two fingers," as Alyssa 
flinched and moaned. "You can take two fingers, can't 
you Alyssa? Yes, that's right. Now, let's try three. 
Good girl! Push out. I can feel your bottom mouth 
sucking on my fingers. Let me just...move...there." 
Alyssa shrieked and bucked into Genny's hand.

"What did you do, Genny?" His curiosity got the better 
of his pique. "Oh, just something Stokely showed me." 
Her hand continued to move, fingers twisting 
mysteriously in Alyssa's fundament, eliciting more 
moans from the girl. "You can sometimes press up 
against a spot inside a woman's vagina from inside the 
anus. It feels bloody marvelous. Ah, yes, that's the 
spot, isn't it Alyssa. You like that, don't you?" 
Alyssa moaned "yes, yes" over and over again, her eyes 
clenched tightly shut as the waves of pleasure built 
up into a giant rush of orgasm.

Before the first orgasm could subside, she suddenly 
felt her hole dilating wider than it ever had. Genny 
had added a fourth finger. She wasn't able to go quite 
as deeply into her with the four fingers bunched 
together, so she couldn't quite press against that 
magic spot inside Alyssa's bottom. However, the 
stretch of the fingers was so erotic that Alyssa 
peaked again, her legs and arms trembling from the 
stress of the orgasms. As she collapsed onto the bed, 
Genny's fingers were pushed out of her rectum.

Bryson sat back in amazement. Genny had gotten four, 
admittedly slender, fingers into Alyssa's rectum! 
Jesus, and she'd liked it. He wondered for a dizzy 
moment if the whole hand would have fit inside her.

Genny urged Alyssa over on her stomach, then slid a 
pillow underneath her hips. "Alright, Bryson, it's 
almost time. I'm going to open her up again, and when 
I say, you slide your cock between my fingers and 
right on into her." She used two fingers from each 
hand, pushing them into Alyssa's relaxed anus and 
pulling them outward. A hole appeared between them, 
half-inch wide, then one inch, then an inch and a half 
as she kept pulling outward.

Alyssa cried out, hollowing her back to push her ass 
up into the tormenting ecstasy of Genny's hands. She 
felt as though there were a gaping hole between her 
buttocks, that the entire world could fit in there.

"Now!" Genny called triumphantly as she attained the 
width that would allow Bryson's cock to slide in to 
this sweetly gasping young woman.

Bryson wasted no time. He got up on the bed behind 
Alyssa, quickly dripping a generous portion of oil on 
his randy cock and then pushing between Genny's 
fingers into the open rectum. She removed her fingers 
as soon as the thick head of his cock entered. He 
pushed smoothly in, listening to Alyssa's muffled 
screams into the bedding, further, deeper, feeling the 
tight channel rippling around him, all the way in to 
his pelvis. His ballsack thudded into the pillow 
between her thighs as he reached maximum depth. 
Genny's restraining hand on his hip reminded him to 
hold his position for a moment, although every 
screaming nerve in his hard shaft demanded that he 
push and thrust and ream out the tight opening below 
him.

Alyssa was the first to move, pushing her hips 
backwards against him and moaning out entreaties.

"Please, more, please, don't stop. I need it." Her 
fractured pleas drove Bryson over the edge, and he 
began hammering into the welcoming, clenching rectum. 
His hips drove forward, slapping his pelvis into her 
rounded buttocks over and over. It couldn't last long, 
not after the long build-up of his arousal. Genny 
recognized that fact and quickly reached under the 
pillow to locate Alyssa's pearl, drubbing the little 
bundle of flesh to a hard spend just as Bryson 
exploded into her ass with a triumphant yell. He 
collapsed on top of Alyssa, too drained to move.

Genny let them lie there for a few minutes, but her 
own cunny and asshole were aching for attention. 
"Move, brother dear," she advised Bryson finally, when 
her patience had run out.

"Wha...why?" he asked somewhat groggily.

"Because I'm in serious need, and Alyssa owes me some 
attention," she told him impatiently.

Alyssa raised her head and gazed blearily over her 
shoulder at Genny. Genny stared back at her. "Surely 
you didn't think you were done, Alyssa? We have all 
night ahead of us. It's time you learned how to use a 
dildo on me, and how tasty are a woman's juices. I'm 
sure you already know what a man tastes like," she 
swept her gaze around to Bryson. He grinned guiltily, 
remembering the carriage ride after the theater. 

For the rest of the night, Alyssa got very little 
rest. Bryson and Genny kept her busy, expanding her 
education in the carnal arts. She learned how to bring 
Genny to orgasm, learned how to deep throat Bryson, 
and had her first "taste" of analingus. When it came 
time to strap on a harness and pleasure Genny as she 
herself had been pleasured, Genny pulled out a much 
larger dildo, larger even than Bryson.

"What can I say? I like them large," she informed 
Bryson as he stared in surprise at the huge fake cock. 
"Who the hell stretched you for that?" he demanded a 
little jealously. Although they had not touched each 
other except in giving pleasure to Alyssa, he was 
admittedly attracted to her erotic body, to her large 
breasts and shaven mound, and most especially to her 
lusciously rounded derriere. The thought of other men 
fucking her both aroused and repelled him. 

"*I* did, Bryson. I found that the larger the cock, 
the greater my pleasure when I am masturbating. Of 
course, nothing compares with a real, hot cock, and a 
man who knows how to use it." She smiled flirtatiously 
at him.

Alyssa was watching the byplay between Genny and 
Bryson. With her new knowledge of men and attraction, 
she realized that these two were drawn to each other. 
Instead of lubricating the fake cock, as Genny had 
instructed her, she reached out with a handful of oil 
and grasped Bryson's semi-erect cock.

They both looked at her with a gasp, having briefly 
forgotten her presence.

"What are you doing, Alyssa?" Genny asked.

"Well, you did say that a live cock is better than a 
fake one, didn't you? And here we have a real man." 
Alyssa said.  "You aren't related, so there is no 
reason why you shouldn't be together."

Bryson and Genny looked at each other, their eyes 
burning with carnal heat. Bryson suddenly crushed 
Genny to him in a hard kiss. He flipped her onto her 
back on the bed, spread her legs open, and shoved his 
cock into her ass in one long, hard plunge. She cried 
out, coming instantly, her rectum clasping his cock in 
powerful muscles.

"Oh, God, Bryson, you feel so good inside me. Yes, 
pump me harder. Ooooo, you feel so big in my bottom!"

"Genny, darling, your ass is so hot, so tight. 
Aaauggh!" He came within a dozen thrusts. Bryson 
collapsed on top of Genny, then curled up behind her, 
stroking her hair and tenderly kissing the back of her 
neck. Alyssa quietly crept from the bed, removed the 
unused harness from her hips, and donned her 
nightdress. Her anus twinged pleasurably with each 
step as she left the room and sought her own. Those 
two would not need her again this night, she thought 
with a smile.

As she slid slowly into sleep in her solitary bed, 
Alyssa mulled over the events of the weekend. Bryson 
and Genny were both wonderful lovers, and she had 
gained great pleasure from being with them. One thing 
troubled Alyssa, though. She wasn't jealous, not 
really, as she hadn't formed an emotional attachment 
to Bryson or to Genny. But even after such a short 
exposure to carnal pleasures, Alyssa knew that she 
wanted a lover to call her own, who would find 
satisfaction in her arms alone.

She wondered sleepily whether she would meet her 
future husband this Season. Perhaps at the ball where 
she would be formally presented to Society? Then her 
eyes closed, and she slept deeply until morning.

*******
The trip home was uneventful. After several sheepish 
looks from Genny and Bryson in the carriage, Alyssa 
finally put their minds at ease.

"It's alright, both of you. I don't mind that you 
forgot all about me last night." Then she relented at 
Genny's stricken look. "I'm just teasing you. I think 
it's wonderful that you found such passion together. 
But I have made a decision.  I'll not lie with either 
of you again." She raised a hand as Bryson and Genny 
began to protest. "Not because of what happened last 
night. Or not completely, anyway. I have just decided 
that I wish to remain chaste until I meet my future 
husband."
 
They subsided back on the coach seat, stunned. Alyssa 
was putting a halt to their plans for her. She sounded 
so completely sure of herself, so calm and serene that 
it was impossible to argue with her. Although Genny 
tried.

"But, Alyssa, you now know what pleasure your body can 
bring you. Why would you abstain from such acts? It is 
not hurting anyone, and is so deliciously 
pleasurable."

"Although I have experienced pleasure with you both, I 
feel that this is the right thing for me to do." Even 
as Alyssa tried to explain, she knew that they didn't 
really understand. Finally, she gave up trying. Genny 
and Bryson eventually accepted her decision with good 
grace and spent the remainder of the trip educating 
Alyssa about the various oddities of the wealthy 
nobles she would meet this Season.