“Mrs. Trout-Buko?” Aggie tried and laughed. “I sound like a disease.”
She lowered her voice and intoned, “I’m sorry. The patient died of Trout-Buko syndrome.”
“The patient is going to die of an attack of Buko if she doesn’t get her clothes off.”
“How about Beaucoup-Trout?” Aggie giggled on the bed making no effort to undress. “We could be a menu item.”
Jimmy removed Aggie’s shoes.
“Bu-Trout-Ko?” she giggled.
“It could be worse,” he commented as he slid her pants and panties down her legs and off her feet.
“How?”
“My grandfather was Victor Ivanovna Bukolokovitch.”
“Bukolo…” Aggie struggled.
“Bukolokovich,” Jimmy laughed.
He pulled the tunic over her head. He unhooked her bra and wrapped it around her head in an ineffective muzzle. He spread her legs and lowered himself between them.
“Bukoloko…?” Aggie mumbled then her giggles turned into a moan as Jimmy rammed himself ungently inside her. She arched up into his hips to pull him deeper, all levity lost in a rapid swirl of deeper emotion. He rammed again and again in slow demanding rhythm, deeper and deeper. Aggie pulled the gag from her mouth.
“Is this what I can expect when we’re married?” she gasped.
“Yes,” Jimmy growled as he jack-hammered into her.
“Good,” Aggie groaned and arched as his cock found a sensitive corner. She leaned up and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Jimmy grunted and she felt him grow inside her and the pace of the pumping increased. She sucked and bit a hickey into his muscle and it hardened beneath her teeth as he swelled inside her.
The pounding was too rapid for thought now and Aggie relaxed her jaw and leaned back her head and let the current flow through her as the trembling precursor to climax grew in her belly. She tightened her vagina around Jimmy’s cock, trying to hold him somehow in place like trying to bridle a bucking stallion and then they met in the arena and the pounding of the horses’ hooves became the pounding of their hearts galloping in unison.
“I’m not done yet,” Aggie panted as Jimmy collapsed on her chest.
“Neither am I,” he gasped.
“I thought of something,” Aggie gasped. “I can’t remember…”
“Shh,” Jimmy begged. “Let’s catch our breath.”
Slowly their breathing deepened. Jimmy rolled off Aggie’s chest and they lay side by side.
“We didn’t use a condom,” Aggie found the thought.
“Do you think we made a baby?” Jimmy sighed.
Aggie counted for a moment.
“I don’t think so,” she answered. “Maybe we should try again.”
Jimmy pulled her to him and purred in her ear. “I want to make love to you in every room in the apartment. Tomorrow I want to smell you in the library and the kitchen and the dining room.”
“Library…” Aggie murmured as Jimmy nuzzled.
Ten minutes later their naked bodies stood by the library desk, poring over a book of ancient Greek statuary.
“Do you think that can actually be done?” Aggie asked.
Jimmy shrugged. “Maybe. Do you want to try?”
Aggie studied the angles of the bodies in the photograph.
“There are only two of us,” she commented. “Where’s your box of goodies?”
“Box?” Jimmy protested. “What box?”
“You have a box, big boy,” Aggie insisted. “Haul it out.”
Jimmy pulled the shelf ladder to the end of one wall. He climbed up and brought down an oblong plastic container.
“Fishing tackle,” Aggie laughed. She lifted the lid. Inside were dildoes and nipple clamps, handcuffs and paddles. She looked at Jimmy with raised eyebrows.
“Semper paratus…” he responded with a smile.
“Always prepared,” she echoed. “Classically appropriate.”
She selected two dildoes, a tube of grease and a strip of condoms. She went back to the photo.
“This is a menage a quatre.”
“You and me and two dildoes?” Jimmy asked. “Wait a minute…”
“Have you ever…?”
“No.”
“Do you hate the idea?”
Jimmy squirmed then grinned as his rising penis answered for him. “Let’s try it.”
Aggie positioned Jimmy behind a large overstuffed chair. She handed him a greased and condomed dildo and grasped the other in her left hand. She lifted her right leg to sit bent on the back of the chair.
“Which do you think we ought to do first?” she asked.
“Me inside you,” Jimmy answered promptly.
He lifted her slightly and positioned her slit above his rigid penis. Aggie slid down onto his shaft with a sigh. Jimmy pumped experimentally and she felt her vagina tighten in response.
“Maybe we should just…” she offered.
“No,” Jimmy stopped her. “Put it in me.”
Jimmy wrapped his right leg around her, opening himself to her. He held her steady as Aggie reached around her lover and parted his buttocks with both hands.
“I’m not sure…”
“It’s okay.”
He bent forward slightly to give her better access. Aggie gripped the dildo hard and pressed the tip against his anal opening. He grunted as the rigid shaft slid inside. Aggie pushed harder and his penis grew inside her. She had the absurd sense that she was pushing his penis into her vagina, rather than a dildo into his rear. Jimmy was panting. They stood motionless for several seconds.
“Your turn,” Jimmy grunted. “Hold onto the chair.”
His hands parted Aggie’s rear and the shaft, she had stupidly given him the larger one, pressed against her. Aggie stiffened as the hard slick tip entered her anus. Her nails dug into the leather chair back as her other hand struggled to hold the dildo steady in Jimmy’s rear. She realized a moment later that her concentration had dulled the pain of entry; the dildo was fully engulfed.
“Now what?” she gasped.
Jimmy began to move inside her. He held the dildo firmly to her rear and the motion and the stiffness were an exquisite agony. Her left hand relaxed and the dildo slid a scant inch outwards in Jimmy’s backside. She pushed it back in, and he plunged into her with unaccustomed force. Aggie pulled the dildo out a fraction and pushed it back in. Jimmy again slammed into her. She could control his motion and she did. The in-thrust pushed her to within touch of orgasm and she teased herself and him. In and out, grunt and moan, she orchestrated his pumping and her almost-coming.
Then his thrusting grew purposeful and his organ grew again inside her. The next near-orgasm became the real thing and she cried out as her senses shattered. All she could do now was hold on. The motion rolled over and through her, again and again, shuddering waves of emotion and sensation. Jimmy cushioned their fall to the floor with his arms. The dildoes slipped from uncaring rears and still Jimmy pounded inside her. Insistent and relentless, he pursued her up peak after peak, as she cried out in forfeit and release.
At last he was still. He cradled her in his arms on the hard floor, held her until her trembling subsided. At last her breath returned.
“Did you come?” she whispered, sure she knew the answer.
“Three times,” he admitted or boasted.
“Three times?”
“Was it too much?” he asked, his voice unsure as he stroked her temple.
No,” Aggie reassured him. “It was perfect. You were perfect. Three times?”
Jimmy chuckled as Aggie sighed and snuggled into his warmth.
“Maybe we’ll have triplets,” she murmured as she drifted to sleep.
Chapter 25
Angela had begun to wonder whether she was manic-depressive. Her moods swung from elation — she would be rich, she would start her life over, she was still young, she was beautiful; to despair — she was tainted, she was a criminal, no man (substitute Richard) would ever love her, she was getting old and turning ugly. December 27th , the twelfth day of the contract, found her at the grim end of the pendulum.