A New Life for Dr. Mitchel Ch. 04

As with previous chapters of the story of Dr. Mitchel I'd like to start with a heartfelt THANK YOU! To RecHiker! He edited this chapter, inspired me, and has helped me stay focused.

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If you are looking for a story with quick, dirty, irresponsible, sexual encounters, this is not for you. This story is about loving relationships, and builds the characters in what I consider to be safe, loving situations. It does contain descriptions of graphic sexual encounters. Some of these are faded memories of certain portions of misspent youthful encounters. Others are complete fantasies and wishful thinking. All are intended to be entertaining.

I readily admit to being an amateur, and I write mostly for my own entertainment. Believe me when I tell you I sometimes entertain myself way more than I should. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that gets edited out. Thank God for the delete button. I'm old enough to remember typewriters, carbon paper, and white-out. I wouldn't do this under those conditions. I've even owned an IBM Selectric, and a Xerox Memorywriter.... With either of them this story would not exist.

This story, the characters in it, the events described, and the activities of the characters are all figments of the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to real life, or actual people, is strictly coincidental. Some of the locations mentioned do in fact exist, and most of the inanimate objects are real.

The characters that are involved with sexual encounters are/will be adults, over eighteen, and capable of making responsible decisions.

References to the Morrisons or mention of certain characters are from RecHiker's story, and are used with permission.

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Marshall Mitchel returned to awareness slowly. His eyes were closed but he sensed a strange familiarity to where he was. It was an unfamiliar place, but a place he knew. There was a familiar smell, but strangely different. The sounds, he had heard before, but they were from far away. There was even a comfortable familiar presence that was just beyond his recognition.

The jumble of his senses may have taken a few minutes or lasted for only milliseconds, but when Marsh came fully to his senses, a wave of comfort and healing rolled over his soul.

Marsh was in his own bed. Two of the three people he loved the most were in his life and lying in the bed next to him. Five of the five people he loved most, were together in the same house with him. The fact that they could not really all fit well in the same bed, was a bit of an inconvenience, but logistics were always adjustable, even when not ideal. Wow! Marsh had not awakened to this level of contentment in nearly four years.

Before Marsh opened his eyes, he inhaled a deep breath. The subtle, and highly pleasurable essence of Rebecca Andrews and Susan Davies stimulated his olfactory nerves, and then gave way to the strongly familiar and intensely comfortable smell of a Marguarita Rosario prepared breakfast being cooked in his home kitchen, mere feet from where Marsh was awakening.

The home kitchen, would it always be here at the ranch in Southern California? Would it become the large country kitchen, almost two thousand miles to the east, in the new log and stone house on the side of a hill in the forest? Would it cease to exist as Marsh traveled to diverse locations for business purposes?

Marsh's logic told him that the location of the kitchen would be irrelevant as long as his life included the participation of Rebecca Andrews, Patricia Turner, Susan Davies, Jennifer Turner, and Marguarita Rosario.

Hmmm Marsh thought. Marguarita Rosario. Marsh was going to need to find a new ranch manager. He would need Mita to live where he lived. Marsh was not going to leave Mita behind again. Marsh would have to have a chat with her, and work out a solution. Perhaps Mita's daughter Rosalea could be talked into taking her mother's place here at the ranch. Rosie had practically grown up here, and knew the ranch as well as anyone except, of course, Marguarita. Marsh wondered silently where Rosie was living and if she was working somewhere that would dissuade her from taking over her mother's position on Marsh's payroll. Only one way to find out.

As Marsh lay pondering, he became aware the stillness of his resting place had silently changed. There was no noticeable klasbahis güvenilirmi difference in the surrounding level of actual sounds, but there were subtle movements taking place both beside him bilaterally and even on the surface of the skin of his chest.

Now that he was aware of it, he recognized that Becca and Sue each had their head on his chest. His arms were around each of them, and by virtue of the fact that there was slight but constant changes in the contours of the contact with his skin, both girls must be awake and communicating in some fashion.

Marsh decided it was time to allow the light of the morning to pierce the shadows behind his eye lids. Ever so slowly he separated his upper and lower eye lashes, allowing the ambient light to illuminate the features of his surroundings.

Directly above was the prominent almost white mass surface of the bedroom ceiling. Lowering his view, without moving his head, Marsh could see the top of a flowing river of red hair, and loose curls of golden highlights adorning top of the other beautiful girl.

Neither of the ladies seemed to be aware Marsh had awakened. With his eyes open, Marsh combined the visual observations with the physical movements he felt, and realized Becca and Sue were sharing a warm good morning greeting in the form of a kiss. Marsh could also sense that the kiss was becoming more sensually stimulating with the passing of time. Each of the participants above him had an arm draped across Marsh, and a hand doing extensive explorations of the hard female body that was on the other side.

Marsh re-closed his eyes and tried in vain to remain relaxed. ? Not gonna happen! One of the combatants poised on his chest noticed the activity of the informant at the apex of Marsh's inner thighs. He just couldn't keep that guy out of the action!

"Hmmm," Sue hummed. Her hand slid down Marsh's slightly rippled abdomen and lifted the offending appendage. "Looky what we have here." She softly whispered.

"Oooouuuuuw!" Answered Becca. "That thing sure did a number on me last night. ... No wait, it did a number IN me last night! And what a spectacular number that was!"

"I noticed!" responded Sue. "And what you were too preoccupied to see, was the three wringing wet bitches beside you that were desperately pounding themselves into oblivion watching you get taken to new heights in the stratosphere. Girl, I was in heaven just watching you go there."

Marsh felt Becca's head move as she altered her view of Sue. "Maybe you should roll that tight little body of yours over this direction, and mount that stud yourself. It looks to me like it's ready to be ridden."

"Are you sure you're OK with that? I don't want to horn in on your personal territory."

"Oh my god Sue, this man has more than enough love in him than all of us together can use up in our lifetime. You just get yourself in the saddle and ride. I'll get mine again when I recover from last night. I'll have you know, it's a good kind of sore, a happy sore, pleasantly fulfilled sore. But I think by the time I'm ready to ride again, (maybe tonight) there'll be time for you, and mom, and Jenni, and even Marguarita to get your fill. Give that thing a go!"

Becca paused thoughtfully. "Marguarita. ... I bet that little gal is a hurricane wrapped in a tiny soft little shell. I hope she and Marsh are lovers, too. I whanna watch that."

"I'll have to charge you extra for the front row seats, missy." Came a soft response in the doorway. "That Doktor Marsh has been seeing to this old lady's needs for many years. He's been away now for nearly four years, and this old lady is needing to ride again. SOON! Doktor Sue, you better get you some while the getting is good. Obviously Becca has the same unselfish and sharing nature our Becky had. You and me sweetie, we are vaarrry lucky women!"

"You are so right, Mama." Sue was in the process of rolling on top of Marsh.

Marsh had still not said a word, and his eyes had not given away the fact that he was awake. Marguarita sold him out. "You girls should know that my Marshall is awake for some time now. I know this man since he is a teenager. I worked for his mother, and now for him. And I love him to pieces. He is lying there basking in the nice things we are saying about him. Do not take too long now. I have breakfast almost ready, and I don't want it to have to get cold."

Now Marsh had a reason to at least speak. "Come over here and give me my wake up kiss, Mama. You know I wake up much happier when YOU kiss my sleep away."

Marguarita entered the room, crawled on top of Becca, planted her sensual lips over Marsh's, and gave him a long passionate kiss.

"MMmmmmmm," hummed Marsh. "I may live through this day yet, with resuscitation like that."

As Marguarita moved back from Marsh's face, she stopped only inches away, and lowered her lips on Becca's. The two of them shared a passionate tongue curling kiss, klasbahis yeni giriş before Marguarita slipped off the bed, and turned to head back to the kitchen. "You three better make this a quickie, she advised. I'm almost ready to dish up the food out here." Her words faded as she walked out the door.

"Oh...My...God!" Becca's startled voice almost shouted. "She's a ball of fire! I want some more of that!"

"And you will get it, sweet pea." Came the reply from the kitchen door. "Just not right now. Mama has work to do, if she's going to be ready to get on the airplane with you." Marguarita stopped and turned in the kitchen doorway. "Doktor Marsh? You are taking Mama with you this time, yes? I already called Rosie last night and told her she was needed to take my place here at the ranch. She'll be here in about half of an hour."

"Oh God, I love this woman!" Marsh sighed. "My life would be in complete ruins if my mother had not brought her into it."

"You need to remember this Doktor Marsh." Mita was already back in the kitchen, but she had ears that missed nothing in the whole house. "Mama's the one that takes care of you baby. Becca and Doktor Sue will help me, but I'm your Mama, now and always. And Becca, you don't need to worry. Mita has plenty of lovin for you, too."

Sue and Becca couldn't help themselves. It seemed that laughter was the way of life here at the Mitchel Ranch, wait, was it the Mitchel Ranch, or "Marguarita's Village"? It didn't much matter. One thing was for sure, happiness was the way of life for this family.

Sue was impaled on Marsh's hard cock. She had been for the duration of the Marguarita Show. Now she got serious. Marsh was thrusting his cock upwards each time she rocked backwards. Her hot wet pussy was squelching with each stroke.

Becca moved into a position where she could kiss and suck on Sue's sensitive nipples, and she slipped her hand between Marsh and Sue, and started to massage Sue's hard clit. "Oh yes!" Sue cried out, as the stimulation sent her into her first orgasm.

Marsh and Becca continued exactly what they were doing, and Sue climaxed two more times in rapid succession. As her fourth orgasm began to peak, her pussy started to spasm, and it clamped down on Marsh's sensitive cockhead. That was the final straw, and the proverbial camel's back broke. What actually happened was that Marsh's balls contracted and hot white cum spurted out the tip of his cock, and splashed the inside of Sue's superheated, cock-sucking pussy.

"Ahhhhhh," Marsh breathed. "Do we have to go back to work? I wanna just stay right here, and let you beautiful ladies have your way with me forever. God you two are good to me."

"Do y'all think you might be able to take a little break in the action and have some of this here grub mama has fixed?" Rosalea stood with one hand on her hip, and one on the door frame. She was smiling at the three lovers on Marsh's bed. "It's sure good to see ya brother. Mama's been fussing and whining about you being gone so long. It's been almost impossible to live with the little witch."

Marsh wrapped Sue in his arms and took her with him as he sat up on the bed. His head turned toward the door. "Rosie! How the hell you been little sister? Come over here and give your big brother some lovin. You know Sue, but this gorgeous redhead is Becky's twin, Rebecca Andrews. Becca, this is Marguarita's daughter Rosalea. I don't know if she took her mom's name back when her worthless POS (piece of shit) husband left, but then it doesn't much matter. She's still my little sister, and if I ever hear that damned dirt bag is giving her any more trouble, I'll turn that fucker into bait and load up a couple of bear traps."

"Alllllrighty then. Becca dragged out. "Do you suppose you could tell us how you really feel, Marsh?" Sue and Becca started to laugh.

"OK," Marsh replied. "The last time that ass-wipe was out here, he started to yell at Rosie and then he hit her. I knew he had beat her up pretty bad a couple of times already, so I decided it was time to draw the line. He came out here with a couple of his buddies, set on taking Rosie back to town with him, so I left one of them pretty much alone so he had a driver. Then I did a little remodeling work on the other two.

Pacco the pig limped back to the truck with both eyes swollen shut. His nose was broken. His right shoulder was dislocated, and I'm pretty sure there were four or five busted ribs.

His big tough buddy had a glass jaw, and was a big wuss. I hit him once; he went down with a broken jaw, and missing a couple of teeth. He was smarter than Pacco, he stayed down.

"I told Pacco if he ever touched my little sister again, I'd kill him. To the best of my knowledge he went back to South America, and hasn't been in California since. I have friends in the immigration offices, and if he shows up I'll know."

Rosie was smiling. "You shoulda been here for that," she began. klasbahis giriş Pacco called me out from the driveway. I went to tell him to leave, and Marsh was coming down the steps when Pacco grabbed my arm and slapped me in the face. Marsh crossed that lawn in about two seconds."

"Those guys thought that everyone was afraid of them 'cause Juan Pablo was a gorilla. He stood about six foot six and he weighed about two sixty and no fat. Marsh was NOT impressed. I was afraid at first. I thought they were going to hurt Marsh, but he took them down before they knew what buzz saw they had run into."

"They tried to file charges on Marsh, but his sheriff buddies heard what happened and they told Pacco he better leave town or Marsh would probably kill him. As it was, I thought Marsh was gonna do it the first time. He was MAD! I don't care who you are or how big you are you better not piss off my big brother."

Becca said, "I'll keep that in mind."

"I remember that day," Sue added. I was here. Marsh was wound up tighter than a drum for a couple of hours after that. We had to soak him in the hot tub, and give him some strawberry-rhubarb pie to help him get relaxed.

"As I recall there was some very physical 'therapy' involved, as well." Marsh added. "And I'm NOT complaining."

"I think you better get up now and get a quick shower," Rosie piped up. "Mama is already starting to put stuff on the table."

Marsh, Becca, and Sue, made quick work of getting hosed down and dried. They came out to the kitchen naked, and just barely escaped the wrath of Mama. Breakfast was simple but delicious. Everyone had plenty to eat, and then they went to where their clothes were and got dressed for the trip back to work.

Marsh called Helen Jones at the car dealership and apologized for not being able to make it in this morning, and assured her that they were still going to need the new van and SUV. He would find another day later in the week to come in and make a deal.

Rosalea and Marsh went over a few details about what she was going to do, and what she was going to get paid for running the ranch, and Marguarita was ready to leave with everybody by the time they were finished.

Marsh, Sue, and Marguarita had each packed a few clothes in a suitcase, and everyone headed up towards the hanger. Well everyone except Marsh, and Marguarita. Mama had taken Marsh by the arm and walked him back to his bedroom.

"You need to take something else with you, Mi hijo. Mita explained. She stepped into Marsh's closet and opened the small drawer where Marsh kept a few pieces of jewelry and some small keepsakes. Marsh saw an envelope there that he didn't remember and when he picked it up, there were three small ring boxes under it.

"What is this?" Marsh looked at Marguarita suspiciously.

"Needful things, Mi hijo, needful things. My brother knew that someday you would need these things so last year he started to make them. He finished them a few weeks ago, and asked me to bring them up here so you would have them when you needed them. I think now is time. Open the letter."

Marsh tentatively folded the flap of the envelope back and took out the letter.

"Mi Hermano," it began. "The first box to open is the little wooden one. I made you a gold chain so you could wear Becky's wedding ring and Elise's little gold band around your neck, and close to your heart, forever."

Margarita's brother was a jewelry maker, and Marsh had commissioned him to make Becky's original wedding ring, and then a little gold band for Elise's seventh birthday. The little gold band was quite simple, but Elise had asked daddy for a gold ring for her birthday, and she loved it.

Marsh had designed Becky's engagement ring and wedding band to be a one of a kind. The engagement ring had a modest sized sapphire on top with three little diamonds on each side. The wedding band was a simple small band with eight small diamonds that wrapped around the sapphire and hugged the other diamonds. It was simple but beautiful, and Becky loved that ring.

She had asked Marsh for a plain gold band to wear for work, so the pretty ring could stay home and safe. Marsh had kept all of them, and now Carlos had put them on a continuous gold chain, big enough for Marsh to slip over his head and wear the memories. There was no opening or clasp in the chain to malfunction. Carlos had welded the links of the chain closed so there would be no accidental opening and loss.

"The next box is for you to wear when you find your new love. It is the red box. I know you are crushed right now my brother, but I know some day you will love again. I made the band of pure platinum. I know your soul is pure, Marsh. The accents are little hearts made of gold, because your heart is made of gold. The center stone is an emerald that I cut myself. It has a tiny flaw on one side to tell of your great sorrow. The two little sapphires one on each side, I cut from one perfect stone. Those will always be a sign that although you have found a new love, you will never forget the two perfect loves that you lost."

Marsh had to quit reading and Mita handed him some tissue to wipe away the tears. Marsh opened the red box and was awestruck by the simple elegance of the gleaming new ring.