Story 7 #5
“For Morris.” Dixon cried out, as he positioned his throbbing erection between her spread. “For my best friend and your husband.”
Her scream echoed around them and her whimpers made his heart break, and yet he forced his thick spear deep into her final resistance.
She clung to him hard, slender fingers flexed and clawing, nails digging and scratching at him.
He kissed her, sucked on her sweet succulent lips as he ground his hips into her.
His buttocks flexed as he drove himself to the root into her.
Nicolette’s sobbing gave way to moans and gasps, signifying the pain relinquishing its dominance to pleasure at long last.
He kissed her neck and the upper slopes of her soft breasts, driving his erection into her with more enthusiasm.
Her tightness gripped him possessively. It had been a long while since he had felt such a ferocious hold on him.
The pleasure made him see stars and he knew he was on the verge of losing his mind, and more.
Days of pent up lust and longing caved in.
Her second orgasm with him in her triggered his, making him drive in deeper and release himself.
The thought of consequences escaped his learned mind as he reverted to the base nature of man, or all things living.
For several moments, Doctor Gaspar Dixon had become the animal that all humans are without the pretense of humanity.
“Oh, Gaspar.” The dark haired beauty under him groaned. “I had been such a fool… to have denied myself such pleasure.”
“No, no, my love.” He said breathlessly. “You were never a fool… for such pleasure of knowledge comes every day.”
“And we have two more days… for more of such discoveries, do we not?” Her soft shy laughter reminded him of silver bells chiming in the distant wind.
“Yes, we do.” He nodded in agreement.
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“And why can I not take her home yet?” Kilburn asked in surprise.
“It is here that she has grown most comfortable and gained much knowledge to overcome her unreasonable inhibitions, Morris.” Dixon pressed as he led his friend upstairs. “A change in environs may result in those fears reverting to her.”
“So I must consummate my wedding… not on my own bed, nor even in my own house.” The mining magnate protested.
“You’ve known me for twenty years as have you known my house, Morris. Consider this as good as your own dwellings.”
“That is true.” Kilburn acknowledged grudgingly. “And she waits for me in there… in your own bedroom.”
“Indeed she does.” The doctor nodded. “And with great anticipation of your first night as husband and wife.”
“What did you do to her, Gaspar… what knowledge did you impart to a woman who not even a week ago was colder than stone?”
“Would you prefer a lecture or find out for yourself?” Dixon laughed, slapping his old friend on the back. “You brought her to me and I have prepared her for you, old friend. Waste no more time, she is ready for you and by her own consent… now get in there and take her.”
“I need a drink first.” Kilburn looked around the hallway.
“Oh, no you don’t. You must be in full control of your senses to know the woman who you will love for the rest of your days.” Dixon lectured as he pushed his bemused friend into the master bedroom.
“Morris, my love… you have kept me waiting.” Nicolette’s sweet voice sailed out through the crack in the door.
“Nicolette, you… you are naked.” He heard Kilburn gasp.
“And so must I be for us to consummate this marriage.” The young woman’s soft laugh drifted to Dixon as he closed the door. “Come, Morris, I have learned much and you will be well pleased.”
“Nicolette… I - I don’t know what to say.” Kilburn’s muffled voice vibrated through the wooden door.
“Say nothing, my love… only do.” The doctor smiled with satisfaction as he heard her lustful whisper through the closed door.
“And not a moment too soon.” Dixon chuckled, stepping away from the door and turning to leave.
It was imperative for Kilburn to make love to his newly wed bride that night or all his teachings would have been in vain, he had told his friend, and that she had to conceive right then as well, for she may relapse into her old self later.
She would never do that, of course. No one sane goes back to the error of their ways once they know better. But Kilburn didn’t know that or had needed to; as much as he didn’t need to know that his new bride now carried his best friend’s child.
“To life.” Gaspar Dixon smiled, pouring himself a large glass of whiskey. “And love.”
The End
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