A New Life for Dr. Mitchel

Marsh got a quick glance at the pretty sapphire blue satin panties that hugged Trish's hips, and disappeared between her legs. "Oh girl," Marsh was almost whispering. "You look good enough to eat."

Trish got a faraway look in her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up at Marsh. "Marsh she began. "Please don't laugh at me. I'm scared again. I've heard of guys "eating out" a girl. But I've never known what it was."

"Oh baby girl." Marsh sat down beside Trish and wrapped her in his arms again. "Have the guys made you suck their cocks?"

"Sure." Trish replied quickly. "Most of them want you to give them a blow job. And they get really mad if you don't swallow their load."

"And none of them has ever gone down on you and licked your pussy, or your clit?"

"Never. You mean there are guys that actually do that?" Trish looked totally surprised, when Marsh nodded.

"Trish, I hate to have to ask, but do you scream when you have an orgasm?

Trish looked down again, and shook her head. "I wouldn't know, Marsh. I don't think I've ever had one. At least not that I know about. How can you tell?"

Trish was serious. Marsh squeezed Trish tightly, and placed a kiss on the top of her head again. Then Marsh stood up, and took Trish's hand. He lifted her to her feet, and told her to stand tight for a couple of seconds.

Marsh turned down the top sheet and the blanket. He turned back to Trish, and put one arm around her back, and the other he wrapped under her legs. He picked her up, pulled her close and kissed her. Then Marsh put one knee on the bed, and gently placed Trish down in the middle of the king sized bed. He stepped back and turned off the lights, and then lay down beside Trish.

Turning on his side, Marsh put one arm under Trish's shoulders, and put his other over her body, at about her waist. "Trish," Marsh questioned. Do you trust me at all?"

"Huh," Trish huffed. "You're a doctor. Now I've just learned you're a cop. You stripped my clothes off of me, and I'm lying in the middle of your bed, and you have to ask if I trust you. God, you are dense."

"OK girl, get ready for the ride of your life."

Marsh sat up beside Trish, and turned her over on her belly. He moved his hands up, and began to massage her scalp. Marsh's big hands were strong but gentle, as he worked them across, and back Trish's head, and down her neck. He took time massaging her temples and around her ears. As Marsh worked down Trish's neck, and his fingers worked magic on her shoulders, Trish began to moan softly.

"Oh Marsh," she whispered, "That feels sooo good."

Marsh put his head down by Trish's neck and whispered in her ear. "That's the idea babe. You're gonna be nothing but a puddle on the sheet, when I get done with you."

Marsh lifted his right leg, and put it over Trish, so he had one knee on each side of her waist. His fingers massaged down each arm, and he massaged each of her fingers, individually. When he had worked down each arm and hand, Marsh continued to work his way down her back. He was thorough, and made sure he left no place untouched. His hands were experienced, and he knew where to exert harder pressure, and where to be gentle.

As Marsh worked his way down Trish's body, he slid his legs down the bed. By the time his hands were at Trish's waist, the shirt she was wearing started to get in the way, so Marsh pushed it up above her waist and she was left covered by the tiny blue panties that Marsh had left on her.

Trish started to squirm a little and her breathing got deeper as Marsh worked his magic fingers down her ass cheeks. His thumbs slipped in and out of the crack between her cheeks, and opened and closed it as they rubbed back and forth. Those thumbs also went in and out from under the pretty blue panties that were the only covering she had below her waist, and his fingers kneaded her soft ass cheeks.

"Ooohhh Marsh" Trish whispered, almost moaned.

"Yeass. Marsh replied.

"Just Marrshhh," was her reply.

Marsh's hands got to the crease where Trish's legs joined her hips. His thumbs now worked intermittently into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He brushed the edges of her outer labia, in soft gentle strokes.

Trish started to quiver with excitement. Her whole body seemed to be super sensitized, and where ever Marsh touched felt like pins and needles. Her pussy tightened, and convulsed. Trish moaned, and the moan turned into a screamed. "OOOOHHHHHH Marssshhhh!"

"Desired effect," Marsh bent down by Trish's ear and whispered. "Just wait, baby girl. The best is yet to come."

Marsh's hands continued to massage back and forth across and down Trish's legs. His fingers kneaded her soft skin, as her body responded to him. Marsh knew he was giving Trish something she had needed and deserved for years, and it made him feel great.

When Marsh's hands got to the back of Trish's knees, he pulled his fingers up, to lightly scratch/tickle her skin. Trish wiggled her hips on the bed, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Ooohh. You're gonna drive me crazy, Marsh."

"Just you wait, sweetheart. I'm barely getting started." Marsh knew he had this beauty right where he wanted her.

Trish started to relax just a little, as Marsh worked the back of her trim, firm, calves. His strong hands were gently taking any outside tension from her with amazing skill.

At Trish's feet, Marsh worked his hands together as he rubbed the top and bottom of each foot at the same time. He spread her toes, and gently massaged each one.

When Marsh finished with both of Trish's feet, he moved back up beside her on the bed. OK, baby doll, let's get you rolled over. We've got to do your front side now.

With that Marsh reached down and took hold of Trish's hips. He lifted her lower body, and turned her over. Trish used her hands to assist with her head and shoulders. Her eyes opened, and Trish looked up at Marsh. The lights were off, but there was a bit of light creeping into the room from the bright lights outside in the parking lot. Trish saw a loving smile on Marsh's face. She sighed softly, and closed her eyes again, as Marsh lifted his hands to the top of her forehead.

The light touch was definitely the right touch. Marsh's fingers softly brushed her forehead and cheeks. He very softly brushed his thumbs over her eye lids, and then massaged her lips. His hands continued down over Trish's chin, and back to her ears. He massaged behind her ears, and massaged her ear lobes between his thumbs and index fingers.

Trish started to purr, again. "Mmmmmm, OOOOhhhh, Ahhhhhh." Almost too quiet to hear, but Marsh did hear, and knew he was doing just what he wanted to do.

As Marsh continued to massage slowly down to Trish's shoulders, the shirt he had put on her earlier started to get in the way. Marsh gently unsnapped the front of the shirt, one snap at a time. He opened the shirt but left it on Trish's arms. It was out of the way. For the first time Marsh's eyes took in the beautiful orange sized globes, with dark pink areola. There was almost no sag noticeable.

Marsh's hands went back to work massaging down the front of Trish's shoulders. As he moved down to the top side of her breasts Marsh was careful not to follow his urge to grab her tits and squeeze. He continued to gently move his hands from side to side, and softly knead her silky skin.

The heels of his hands were first to brush past her hardening nipples. It was Marsh's turn to sigh. "Mmmmm, those are really nice baby girl."

"Thanks, big guy. I've tried to stay in shape, but those are just what the good Lord gave me. One hundred percent natural."

"I like them, just the way they are." Marsh continued to massage Trish's naked breasts. Trish shuddered and gasped. "Ooohhh!" Mash kept moving, working his way down, and slowly massaging her abdomen from the middle out to almost her back.

As Marsh's hands moved below her naval, Trish started to move again. Her hips started to gently rock and move side to side. Marsh was sitting on Trish's legs, so she couldn't get away. His hands moved down, and he tried to avoid her clit and pussy. Marsh wanted to save that for last. His thumbs massaged the inside of her thighs, and Trish felt another orgasm boil through her body.

Marsh tried to keep his hands on Trish's thighs as she shook, and moaned in sexual satisfaction. "That's it baby girl. Just let go, and enjoy yourself. Lord knows I'm having a good time."

Trish lifted her eye lids enough to look at Marsh's face. She saw and felt his love, and closed her eyes again, preferring to concentrate on feeling his gentle hands on her body.

Marsh massaged down Trish's legs again, working the front as he had done in the back. Again Marsh used both hands on each foot. As he finished her feet, Marsh started to lightly massage back up to Trish's knees.

Now he changed things up. Marsh reached down to Trish's ankles, and lifted her legs, pushing them apart, and moving his hands down to her knees.

Marsh started to kiss Trish's legs from her knees to her thighs. Working back and forth from side to side, and tickling her skin with his tongue.

Soon Marshall's lips were as far down Trish's thighs as they could go. He could smell her arousal and the sides of his cheeks were brushing Trish's soaked, blue panties. His hands reached up to Trish's hips, hooked the waist band, and pulled the panties up her legs. He lifted the panties over her feet, and tossed them to the side of the bed.

Marsh turned to face the beautiful pussy than was open in front of him. There was no hair anywhere he could see. His nose moved down and Marsh inhaled deeply, loving the essence of the turned on female in front of him.

Now Marsh got serious with his next task. He turned his head side to side and lowered his face so that his nose softly brushed across Trish's pussy lips. As he moved up, Marsh extended his tongue and brushed that across the soft flesh. He then flattened his tongue, and licked from Trish's tight star to the top of her pussy lips.

Trish seemed to go ballistic. Her hips lifted off the bed, and her body trembled as orgasmic spasms tightened her pussy muscles and a scream erupted from her mouth. "OOOHHH My GOD! Marsh, oh Marsh. MMMMMmmmmMMMMMM.

Marsh held on to Trish's legs and continued to lick the outside of her pussy. "Oh God, Marsh. Please stop. No. No, don't stop. OOOHHHH, Marsh."

Trish put her legs down with her feet flat on the bed, and Marsh pushed them open so he could keep his tongue in contact with Trish's super sensitive pussy. He slipped his thumbs down and separated her lips, allowing his tongue to dip into her crack. He licked up, and circled her clit. Trish started to quiver again, as Marsh let his tongue brush lightly over the top of her clit. One more time Marsh lightly brushed his tongue over that excited little nub, before Trish exploded again.

Trish stiffened, and squeezed her legs tight against Marsh's head. Since there was nothing else Marsh could do, he continued to lap his tongue from top to bottom in Trish's now sodden pussy. Feeling Trish relax, though only slightly, Marsh brought his tongue up to Trish's clit again, and slipped two fingers deep into Trish's hot pussy.

What happened next surprised both Marsh and Trish.

Trish started to scream unintelligibly. Her hips lifted off the bed, and her legs stiffened straight up.

Marsh felt Trish's G-spot and continued to massage it. He kept his tongue in contact with her clit, and Trish's body spasm kept it moving around stimulating a continuous orgasm. Marsh felt a shower of liquid on his hand that splashed up on his chin. Trish squirted what felt like quarts of thick, milky fluid into Marsh's hand and face.

Marsh swallowed all he could, and licked his hand, Trish's pussy, and her thighs. There seemed to be female pussy juice everywhere. Marsh feasted on it.

For her part, Trish writhed with ecstasy. Marsh slowed his movements as Trish went limp. Her voice went silent, and except for occasional muscle spasms, she was limp.

Marsh sat up beside the passed out female. He reached over to the bedside stand and picked up the towel he had placed there before getting undressed. He wiped his mouth and chin, and then began to gently wipe Trish's legs, her pussy, down to her ass crack. She was soaked.

Marsh watched Trish breathe, and when he was sure there were no major complications, Marsh quickly stepped to the bathroom, turned on the bathroom light, and brought back another towel. He folded this towel in half, and slipped it under Trish's ass. There was a wet spot, on the bed, a foot in diameter.

As Marsh watched Trish breathe, he reached out and pulled the edges of his shirt together. As he got to the bottom snap, Trish's eye lids flickered then opened wide. Her body quivered again, and she shook her head briefly, as if to wake herself.

Marsh reached out and cradled Trish's face in his right hand. His thumb brushed lightly across her bottom lip. "Are you be OK, baby?" Marsh's face reflected the concern in his voice.

"Oh God," Trish whispered. "I'm way beyond OK. What the hell did you do to me? I've NEVER been this OK in my life."

Marshall smiled down at Trish. So was your first orgasm pleasant enough to do it again sometime?"

"Marsh, you can do that to me any time you want to." Trish paused, and then asked, what happened just before I passed out? I think I peed on you."

"Baby some girls squirt. You're one of those. I happen to like it. I should tell you I love the taste and smell of you. You're exquisite."

Marsh put his head down on the pillow next to Trish. "I think maybe we should try to get a couple hours of sleep, girl. I've been having a very fun night, but you wore me out."

"I wore you out?" Trish almost had her full voice back. "What about me?"

"Hey there, sweetheart. I warned you, remember. I told you that you were going to be a puddle on the sheet."

"Wow! You weren't lying. I'm wasted."

"Good. You deserve to be worn out in a good way for a change. That was fun."

"But you didn't cum, did you?" Asked Trish, with some concern in her voice.

"No," Marsh said. "But this wasn't about me. This was all about your first FUN sexual experience. Did it work out for you, that way?"

"Yes! Yes in a big way, Marsh. Thank you so much." Trish turned towards Marsh, and moved her face close enough to kiss him. It was a soft, almost lazy kiss, but with a whole lot of emotion. So much emotion, that Trish began to cry softly.

Marsh hugged her close and they both relaxed enough to fall asleep, with Marsh's arms around Trish.

Marsh woke up slowly. He wasn't alone. There was a warm body next to him. Marsh suddenly remembered last night, and was instantly wide awake. Trish was sleeping peacefully in his arms. She had turned in the night, and Marsh was spooned tightly behind her.

Marsh leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Trish's neck, just behind her ear. A sleepy voice whispered, "You can wake me up like that any time."

"Believe me girl, I can't think of a much better way to wake up myself."

Marsh rolled Trish over towards himself, and looked into her blue-green eyes. Marsh leaned forward again, and kissed Trish softly on her lips.

Marsh broke the kiss quicker than he really wanted to. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I need to get up. I don't want to lay here with you in a big wet spot." I'd like to continue this activity at a later time though. When I'm finished with my call, I have a friend in the other room that probably has the same need. Marsh smiled at Trish as he slid his arm out from under her and rolled off the bed."

Marsh went into the bathroom and started to pee. He heard Trish moving in the other room, and she walked into the bathroom behind him. He felt Trish's arms wrap around his chest and her nipples pushed into his back. "I'd like to use that when you're done," she said.

Marsh finished peeing, and shook his dick a couple times. He stepped back away from the toilet, and let Trish sit down. Marsh tossed his sleep shorts towards the bed, and stepped over to the shower. "I'd really like you to join me in here," he said as he adjusted the water.

I'd like that, too," Trish smiled at Marsh as she started to unsnap his shirt. Trish tore a small piece of toilet paper off the roll, wiped her pussy quickly, and tossed Marsh's shirt towards the bed, like Marsh had done with his shorts.

The shower in this suite was big enough for both of them, and Trish followed Marsh under the warm spray. "Marsh?" There was a question mark in Trish's voice.

"Yeasss." Marsh stretched his answer.

Trish looked up at Marshall's face. "I just wanted to ask, how is it that we are so comfortable with each other? I've been ashamed to be seen by a man, for a long time. I was afraid that I would get raped or beaten, if I didn't fuck them at the drop of a hat, so to speak. My protection was offering a guy a blowjob. I was a little afraid last night. This morning I feel totally comfortable being naked with you. And you don't seem the least bit shy. Are you some kind of exhibitionist, or something?"

"Trish, you make me feel comfortable around you. You could pass for my Becky's big sister. Your eyes are so close to the same as hers, it's scary. The rest of you is similar enough that I feel right at home. Becky wasn't a squirter, but a lot of your responses are similar. I guess some of that could be just a female response, but, God Trish, you do sure make me comfortable with you.

Marsh reached behind Trish, and picked up his shampoo. "Are you really picky about your soap, and shampoo? Or can I just wash you with what I've got?"

Trish smiled up at Marsh. "So now you're gonna just take over, and service my needs in here, too? As I recall, you did a pretty good job of servicing me last night, well, this morning really."

Marsh poured some of the shampoo in his hand, and worked it around, in both hands, then began to work the shampoo into her hair and massaged it into her scalp. As Marsh finished up her hair, he pulled Trish back into the shower spray, and began to rinse it out. "Do you usually do the wash, rinse, and repeat, routine? I usually don't, but that's on account of I wash my hair every day."

Trish turned around to face Marsh, and snuggled up tight. "I don't usually wash my hair every day," she replied, "nor do I do the wash, rinse, repeat, routine. But this is pleasant enough so I'll let you do whatever you want." Trish stood on her tip toes, and kissed Marsh, long and slow. This time Trish took the lead, and her tongue slipped into Marsh's mouth.

As Trish's tongue tried to polish Marsh's tonsils, Marsh felt his cock start to move against her inner thighs. Trish pulled back from her kiss, only far enough to speak. "That doesn't feel like your Sig, or your badge." Her hand slipped down between them, and her fingers wrapped around his growing penis. Trish slid her hand up and down his shaft, as she looked into Marsh's eyes.

"I don't suppose it does baby girl." It is a loaded weapon though, so you best be careful. It's been known to explode, with no warning. I haven't practiced with it for a few years, so I don't know if I can control it as good as I should."

Trish giggled and got down on her knees in front of Marsh. "I haven't practiced in a lot of years either," Trish laughed, but I think I know how to handle one of these weapons."

Trish licked the end of Marsh's cock, like a lollipop. Her mouth opened and she slid his cock between her lips. Her left hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft, her right hand cupped his balls, and she slid her mouth down his shaft. When Marsh's tip touched the back of Trish's throat, she kept going down till her lips were at the base of his cock. Her tongue worked the shaft, and Trish slowly started a return to the head of his cock.