Bugger

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Buggery. That’s what the sailors had called. Of course she hadn’t been supposed to hear it. And she never thought to find herself in such an off position.

The hatter sat calmly across from her, awaiting her answer to his question.

“I should very much like to bugger you Alice. Will you let me?”

Her lover was eccentric and skilled and they had done a vast amount of things that nice ladies dared not think on. Why his hands and his mouth had been all over her, hers on him. But this…. Well…

Two weeks ago today he had asked the question and Alice had asked for time. It was not something they had spoken of before that day. But Alice suspected it had been on his mind for some time.

Alice was a very open minded sort of woman and she hadn’t denied him, preferring to go and seek out anything that might help her make the decision.

She’d read a little on the subject. Though the books did tend to gloss over the details and that was what she was after.

“Well love?” he prompted as she sat staring at him, a wicked smirk appearing on his features. He knew all about her little quest to find more knowledge and had hidden the most detailed tomes from her. He loved her more than anything and if she was afraid, had questions.. He wanted her to be brave enough to ask him.

“I…I have some questions” she blurted out and the hatter nodded. Inside he was secretly

“Please ask me”

“Won’t it hurt?”

“It can” he said truthfully for he never lied to his Alice. “If done too quickly or without proper preparation it can be terribly painful. But if all is as it should be, you’ll feel no more pain that you did when first I took you. You did enjoy that Alice.”

“I did” she agreed and she had.

“Is this something you would want often?” she hedged.

He shrugged and smiled, “Only as often as you would allow but certainly I wouldn’t ask for it often Alice. I am content and most satisfied with things as they are. I merely wish to show you something more.”

“When?”

“Whenever you like.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then the matter is done of course. And if you say yes but then change your mind, I will not be angry.”

“Have…. You” she began and stopped, not sure she wanted the answer.

“Have I?” he coaxed.
She met his eyes levelly, “Have you buggered anyone before?”

He nodded, “Of course.”

She swallowed hard, “A woman?”

Tarrant grimaced, “Now Alice of course it was a woman.”

Alice couldn’t help herself. She knew that Tarrant and Mirana had once been lovers. “Was it Mirana?” She simply couldn’t imagine the prim and proper white queen doing anything carnal, let alone….

Tarrant nodded, “She quite liked it.”

Alice’s mouth fell open.

Tarrant regarded her in silence. “I will always be gentle with you.”

“Mirana liked it?” she asked.

“She called it the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.” Tarrant confirmed.

Alice pondered it, feeling a strange warmth pool in her lower belly. Finally she decided.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained. As you wish Tarrant, I’ll allow it.”

He chuckled with glee and rose, “Come then my lady.”

He led Alice into the house and instructed her to go upstairs and take a nice relaxing bath while he prepared.

Alice did so.

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Tarrant chose his study to be the stage of this new debauchery. Oh but how he loved his Alice. He carefully set aside the oils and then placed a fluffy pillow on his desk. He would make certain that Alice enjoyed every moment of her sodomy.

The very thought of it made him terribly hard. He took of his clothing, and wrapped himself in a soft robe, then he poured two glasses of cognac and waited.

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When Alice came through the door in her own robe he handed her a glass and pulled her into his lap. His hands stroking her hair and flesh as she sipped the soothing brew. She set aside her glass and turned to face him, straddling his lap.

“Tarrant.” she murmured against his lips, as his hands massaged her breasts through the material. One hand slid down to slip beneath her robe and clench her bottom. She moaned and rubbed against him, feeling the hard length of him jutting up towards her.

He stood and placed her on the table, her head on that lovely pillow and then he took his seat once more. He made no ceremony of pulling her legs over his shoulders and burying his face against her sex. His tongue lashed her in a heated strokes that made her whimper and shake. Her fingers clutching at his bright hair.

When she came to a shrieking orgasm, he pulled back survey his handiwork. Aye, she was properly relaxed now. He coaxed her to stand and bend over the table, removing her robe as he did so.
She sighed as she felt warm oil dribble across her lower back and her bottom, it ran down the cleft and his hands were there to catch it. Massaging it into her skin. It smelled of peaches. She moaned when his clever fingers delved between her cheeks to stroke and circle the freckle there. This they had done before.

Tonight it was go so much farther and she would have given Tarrant all of herself.

He brushed gentle kisses on each pert cheek. “Spread your legs love” he instructed and she did so.

Tarrant thought she looked quite lovely like that. “Ready for my new loving?”

She nodded but he could see she was still nervous. He gently parted her cheeks and blew across her pucker. Alice gasped at the feeling he watched that rosebud flex in reaction. Then he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to it. Then he gave a long lick and Alice jolted.

“Shhhh” he soothed as his tongue danced in little circles around her.

Alice moaned, the feeling heady and intense. That taboo part of her luxuriating in the hatter’s deft attentions. She felt the wet stab of his tongue a moment before his hands spread her further and he had speared her little opening with the tip of it.

Alice cried out and the hatter moaned long and loud. Their breathing filling the study with his wet sounds. The hatter curled his tongue against her, slid it inside and when she moaned again and her legs grew weak he supported her.

“Do ye like that Alice?” he asked in his brogue, the more dominant side of him coming out to play, “Do ye like it when I fuck yer tight little virgin arse with me tongue?”

Such dirty words but Alice felt herself grow wetter from them. “Yes…” she managed to rasp to him.

The hatter continued, relishing the metallic taste of her, but moreso his power over Alice. He reached to the side of her, taking hold of the bottle and uncorked it, coating his fingers and then slowly, gently he slid one and then two into her.

When he slipped a third one in, she whimpered in pain. His free hand slid round to pinch and pull at her clit and soon she was arching back, forcing his fingers deeper. “Oh…godsss.Tarrant” she moaned and the hatter felt himself ache with want of her.

He stood and coated his thick length with the oil, then he urged her to put her head on the pillow again. “Grasp the desk love” he commanded and Alice did so, her knuckles turning white. “If the pain gets too strong ye tell me”.

She nodded her understanding.

The hatter rubbed the blunt tip of his sex against the tiny pucker a few times and then slowly began to pull Alice backwards onto his length. He watched the tiny ring resist at first but then, like a flower in the garden, she slowly began to unfurl and he watched her body take him in.

Alice whimpered and her body tensed up. But Tarrant soothed her with honey words and continued his delicate assault on her pearl. Suddenly Alice felt a great pressure and suddenly her body seemed to clamp down on the hatter and pull him inside. She gasped at the slight burning sensation. “Oh.”

“The worst is over lass” he assured her. Seeing himself buried half way in her last virgin orifice made him tremble. “I need to move now”

And he shoved in as deep as he could get and then withdrew slowly. When he shoved back in he did so in one forceful thrust that made her breasts bounce against the cool, smooth wood. A strange heat spread from his actions and soon Alice was panting. This was unlike the previous times they had been together, it was a slow burn of pleasure, a deeper feeling.

She arched her pack and pushed back to meet his powerful thrust. Stars danced before her eyes and she moaned long and loud. The hatter grasped the back of her long hair and forced her head to the side. Across the room in a full length mirror she could see them locked together. She on her toes to meet him, he staring back at her with golden eyes.

“Ye feel so good to me Alice” he panted to her, his thrusts hard now.

He kept his hand between them, pinching her little nub in time with his thrusts. Her body began to flutter and the hatter threw his head back to grin madly, exultantly at the ceiling.

Alice suddenly clamped down hard and she wailed as her orgasm seemed to crash from out of nowhere, sweeping her along in this new, dark pleasure. The hatter withdrew, seeing her reddened hole gaping at him. He groaned and slid back into her body. The hatter bent low over her, pounding into her until he felt the tightening of his sac and then he roared his release as he filled her with his fluids.

He slowly slid from her body when the last spurt had left him and hissed at the sensation, he looked down to see her hole still stretched from him glazed with his climax. The sight made him moan and his body shake for a moment.

He recovered quickly reaching to the table and took a soft cloth and dipped in a nearby bowl of lavender water. He gently washed the traces of their encounter away. When he pulled her gently upright she grimaced as her bottom protested slightly.

There was a sheen on the desk where her sex had been, her orgasm had left her drenched and dizzy. She watched the hatter meticulously clean himself and then pulled her to lay atop him on the lounge. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty brow.

“Are you alright Alice?”

She moaned and cuddled closer, “Oh yes.”

“Was it terrible?” he asked, knowing she had liked it, wanting to hear her say it.

“Tarrant?”

“Yes love?”

“You can bugger me whenever you like. That was…. Well, very intense.”

“Lets give you some time to heal up shall we?”

She nodded, kissing his shoulder.

“Alice?”

“Hmm?” she sounded sleepy.

“Thank you”

She glanced up at him in question.

“Now I have had all of your innocences. Its quite flattering.”

She chuckled softly, “I love you Tarrant”

And he smiled against her hair, “I love you Crickett.”