Chapter 1

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.