Masseur and the MILF 2; Part 1 (Alpha)

Part 1 sponsored by Toodles!

This part is probably the first third of what the eventual full story will be, I think.

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Part 1

“Izzie, you look hot as hell,” I said, my mouth a little agape as she stepped out of her condo building.

I’d parked out front and texted her like she asked, and was leaning against the passenger door of my car when she came out. Marissa was wearing an off-the-shoulder blue long-sleeve shirt, a pair of high-waisted black skinny jeans and a pair of black chucks. The thick straps of her black athletic bra were clearly visible, but the look still worked. She’d put in her septum piercing and done up her makeup more than she did at the Club with little wings at the corner of her eyes and some heavier lipgloss.

“Thanks,” she grinned. “I figured if we’re doing a social thing and I’ve got you to fend off the horny wolves, I might as well spruce myself up and show off a bit. You’re looking pretty good yourself though.”

I chuckled and shrugged. “Bush party rules. Dress for the cold, prepare for the heat.” I was wearing a decent pair of black jeans as well, along with my light hiking boots and a sleeveless shirt with a denim jacket.

It was the Friday night of my second week back in town, and having started my new job at Greenmeadow Golf and Country Club. So far the job itself had been about what I could have expected - lots of old people with basic massage needs, a few interesting cases muttered here or there, and settling into the routine. Marissa was a highlight - I’d met her on my first day, and while she worked several different roles than me I got to connect with her during lunch breaks. She’d become a good work buddy, having made it clear she ‘didn’t do the dating thing’ that first time we sat down together at lunch, but things had already gotten a little more fuzzy between us.

The other highlight was reconnecting with Eden, but I was trying to be in the moment with Marissa.

She smiled when I opened the door to my car for her, and then we were off. I knew my way around town well enough, but the bush party was in a spot I didn’t know so Marissa teased me about how I was losing my roots if I didn’t know where the kids party in my own home town. When I pulled up to a big line of pickups and beater cars in front of a wild patch of woods, I knew we’d arrived.

I’d brought a single tallboy for myself, and Marissa had brought a thermos of wine in her big, baggy purse that was almost large enough to be considered a duffel bag. When I asked her about the thermos she laughed. “Everyone thinks of using them for hot stuff, but thermoses keep hot things hot and cold things cold. I’ve got a nice, cheap rose in here that tastes twice as good chilled.”

We followed the path into the trees and found a spread of clearing in the brush with a half dozen campfire sites and about two dozen folks congregating around them. Multiple people yelled their hellos over to Marissa, and she started introducing me around. Davey from the kitchen staff I knew, and I met a couple of his buddies. I also recognized several of the older wait staff, along with a couple of the maintenance crew who seemed too old to be at a party like this, but had come anyway. Everyone was welcoming, though I did get a few curious glances that I put down to being tied at the hip with Marissa.

Eventually, we sat on an old fallen log at one of the campfires and started chatting with a bunch of the others. A few more folks came to the party, including four of the golf pros for the club who all arrived shirtless and carrying two cases of beer and a bottle of tequila with them. Marissa and I had staked out a good spot, and I was sipping my one beer slowly while she drank from her thermos, so our campfire crew started to anchor on us as one person left and someone else came to take their place. I started to put names and faces together, though I had a feeling I’d be apologizing a lot in the coming weeks for remembering a face and not a name at work.

As the sun fully set, the bugs started to chirp louder in the brush around us and the temperature dropped a bit. Marissa snuggled a little closer to me and wrapped her arm through mine as she rested her head on my shoulder. The conversation continued, and she was as animated as ever, and it all felt super comfortable.

Eventually, she released me and stood up, leaning down to whisper to me. “I need to pee. Can you come be my lookout?”

“Sure,” I said and stood with her. She took my hand and started leading me away, and several of the folks at our fire made big ‘Ooooh!’ noises.

“Oh shut it,” Marissa said loudly. “I just need to pee and was trying to be polite about it.” That spawned laughter at ours and several of the other campfires.

Marissa led me about twenty yards into the bush and picked a spot behind a tree. “Just make sure no one comes peeping,” she said.

“Sure, no problem,” I agreed.

I watched back towards the campfires and could hear her unzipping and struggling to pull down her jeans briefly, and then the telltale trickle of water. It finished, and there was a rustling in her bag, and then nothing.

“You’re not going to peek once, huh?” she asked.

“What?” I asked back.

“God, you’re such a goody-two-shoes,” she sighed, and then she grabbed me by the arm and turned me, up on her tiptoes and pulling me down to kiss her. It wasn’t overly long, or overly sweet, or included any tongue, but it was still intoxicating in its surprise.

“What was that?” I asked her. “And I’m not complaining, just surprised.”

“That’s why I did it,” she smirked. “Look, Trevor, you made it two whole weeks without asking me out, or staring at my boobs, or even making passive-aggressive comments about how you’d love to date someone or shit like that even after I sent you those pics of my boobs. Here’s the deal - I don’t date. I moved out of my parents' place as soon as I turned 18 and I’ve been by myself for the past five years, and that’s how I like it. I take care of myself. I don’t need a guy to get sexual satisfaction. I own about a dozen different dildos and a fuck machine. Tonight is your shot at showing me you can do better than a fuck machine that does anything I want it to. So we’re going to go back to the fires and hang out some more, and if you don’t start going weird on me we’ll go back to my place and we’ll fuck. No strings attached, no hard feelings if I decide I’d rather just go back to how we were. The only reason I’m doing this is because I think you might actually be capable of doing that. Alright?”

I blinked, taking a moment to absorb everything. “Alright,” I nodded, giving her a little half-smile. “But I have one condition.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“I want a redo on that kiss,” I said. “You caught me by surprise.”

“Fine,” she chuckled. “Kiss me.”

I did, descending on her five-foot-nothing frame and scooping my arms around her. One arm went around her lower back, and the other wrapped fingers into her long blonde hair as I kissed her firmly, pulling her body to mine. I teased her lips with my tongue, and after a couple of prods, she opened them, matching me with her own.

We went for almost a minute before we broke away, her gasping for a breath as I took in one deep one and let it out. “Definitely better the second time.”

“OK,” she chuckled, blowing out a breath and wiping her forehead. “Noted. Surprise kisses aren’t nearly as good as when you’re focused.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and she wrapped hers around my waist, and we walked back to the campfires and resumed our seats. The night wore on, and my tallboy was long finished, crushed and tossed into a garbage bag for someone to take with them by the time Marissa was draining the last of her rose. It was probably a little past midnight when we heard more vehicles pulling up their lights shining through the brush, and a moment later there was a lot of loud laughter and voices. Younger voices.

“Oh, great,” Davey from the kitchen staff said. “The Bougies are rolling in.”

The Bougies turned out to be the college-age children of parents who had memberships at Greenmeadow and were back in town for the summer, and some of the high school students to boot. I hadn’t been around while I was in early college, but when I was in high school crashing a Greenmeadow staff party had definitely not been a thing.

“When did this start happening?” I asked, hearing the small crowd making their way through the brush. Loudly.

“Three years ago, I think?” Davey guessed.

“Before my time,” Marissa sighed.

“So right after I left for school,” I said, shaking my head. It sounded like a fucking terrible idea to mix rich college kids in with the blue-collar service workers they were around every day. Once again, I was being faced with realities that I hadn’t been aware of growing up going around Greenmeadow and never seeing behind the curtain.

The group broke into the clearing with the fire pits and started to spread out. There were maybe twenty of them, almost doubling the number of folks who were around, and the rich kids were wired and loud. I was just considering asking Marissa what she wanted to do when I saw a particularly young group of ladies stumbling towards the fire next to ours.

“Jessica?” I asked.

She turned, seeing me and breaking into a grin and came over. She wasn’t tipsy, but I could tell immediately that she’d definitely had a few. “Heeey, Trev!” She said, just slightly slurring as she sat down on the log next to me, on the other side from Marissa, and threw herself into hugging me. “Oh my God, I didn’t think I’d actually see you at a party.”

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here either,” I said. “Especially considering you’re way too young to be drinking with this crowd.”

“Oh, whatever,” Jessica said, brushing it off in that way that a drunk person plays it up. “I’m having fun, and I’m with my friends.”

“Alright, well-”

“Ooh my God,” she said, interrupting me. “You’re sitting here with Marissa.” She dropped her voice to a stage whisper as if that would stop Marissa from hearing her. “Is this a date?”

“It’s just a party, Jess,” I said. “So don’t go getting ideas.”

“OK,” she replied and nodded. “I’ll zip my lips.” Then she leaned forward to talk around me. “Hi, Marissa!”

“Hey, Jessica,” Marissa said, mildly amused. “Have a good time at your pregame party?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jessica nodded. “Well, mostly. A couple of the guys were hitting on me a bunch, but it got me free booze so it’s like - trade-off. Are you having a good time sitting here with Trevor?”

“I’m having a great time,” Marissa said, putting the sort of emphasis on it that one would use to talk to a small excited child. Or a drunk person.

“Good,” Jessica said. “OK, well, I better get back to my friends.” She stood up, using my shoulder for balance, and then smirked at us. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Trev.”

“Alright, Jessica,” I said. “And hey, if you feel like you need a ride home, come find me, OK?”

“I’ve got a ride, but OK,” she agreed and then left, heading back to her gaggle of friends.

“That is a disaster waiting to happen,” Marissa sighed.

“At least she’s not interested in the guys,” I said. “That would probably make it worse.”

“Why do you think she isn’t interested in the guys?”

“Well, she’s told me that she’s a lesbian,” I said.

“She sure doesn’t act like she’s a lesbian around you,” Marissa smirked. “I think you’re dealing with a little schoolgirl crush from that one.”

I groaned, slowly shaking my head. “Please do not put that into the universe.”

Marissa snickered softly, and we shifted the conversation. The sheer loudness of the group died down, but the energy didn’t seem to, and soon there was some shotgunning of beers going on because the college group had brought enough to hand them out. I noticed Jessica drinking from at least two different cans whenever I looked over, but she was mostly with her friends so I didn’t go and say anything. I wasn’t her big brother.

About half an hour later, Marissa shifted. She’d had her arms around the back of my waist, and I’d had mine around her shoulder, for a while but now she stood up and adjusted her sweater, then sat back down except this time it was on my lap, pivoted sideways and she kept herself upright with an arm around my shoulders and neck.

“I think I’m about ready to go,” she said, looking at me with what I could only consider ‘Fuck Me’ eyes.

“Alright,” I said quietly, resting my hand on her lower back. “You’re in charge-”

“Hey, Trev? Marissa?” Jessica said from behind us. We both turned and she was standing there but it was like something had sucked all the energy out of her. “Um, I’m feeling kinda weird.”

Marissa looked at me, then got up and we both went to her. “Weird how, Jessica?” she asked.

“Like everything is getting really quiet, and I can’t really think straight, and I feel really super tired?” Jessica wavered.

I made eye contact with Marissa again. It could just be her overdoing it on the alcohol, but there were a lot of people there who we, and Jess, probably didn’t know well. And she’d looked like she’d been pretty cavalier with where she set her drinks and such. Someone wanting to try and get a ‘sure thing’ might have slipped her something. I’d gone to college with a girl who’d been roofied at a club when we all went out for drinks - we never had figured out who’d done it to her. Marissa, based on the way she looked at me, either saw some of the same signs or had some of the same experiences as I did.

“Alright, Jess,” I said. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you back home.” I leaned down and scooped her up into a princess carry. She’d been wearing a dress, but thankfully had tights underneath it since she was coming to a bush party, along with a thing sweater shawl thing.

“Thank you, Trev,” Jessica groaned.

“We should see if she can puke it up before we get in your car,” Marissa said to me lowly, and I nodded.

“We should also warn her group,” I said. Part of me wondered if we could trust Davey, the guy from the kitchen who seemed friendly with Jessica. He seemed like a normal, good dude when we’d been talking to him earlier, but it was possible he’d just been waiting for the girls to show up. I just didn’t know him well enough in this circumstance.

I started heading for the path towards the cars, and Marissa went and grabbed her bag and then went to talk to the girls Jessica had been spending time with. She caught up with us as I reached the parking lot, and I set Jess down on her feet when we reached my car. “Here,” Marissa said, digging in her bag and pulling out a water bottle. She cracked it open and handed it to Jess, who was leaning against the car dopily. “Drink it,” she ordered. “All of it.”

“Mmm,” Jess complained in a closed-mouth whine, but Marissa forced her to take the bottle and then lift it to her lips.

“Drink,” Marissa ordered her again.

Jess started drinking, and a bit of it slopped out of her mouth but she finished it.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Jess,” I said.

“Um, really, really sleepy?” she mumbled.

“Fuck,” Marissa said. “I can’t tell if it’s too much booze or alcohol poisoning, or if she got slipped something.”

“Me neither,” I sighed, thinking quickly. “OK. If she’s just a sleepy drunk, we should bring her home and her parents can deal with her. But if she’s got alcohol poisoning or got slipped something, we should bring her to the ER, right?”

Marissa thought for a moment and then nodded. “Here, Jess,” she said, reaching into the pocket of Jessica’s sweater shawl thing and pulling out her phone. “Does your phone have a password or Face ID?”

“Mmphuh, face,” Jessica mumbled.

The two of us worked together quickly since Jessica seemed to be fading out of consciousness fast. Marissa got into the back of the car, and I helped get Jess inside and lying on her side with her head on Marissa’s lap. I hopped in the front and started the engine, pulling us out of the field and onto the road.

“Here,” Marissa said, holding a phone out to me from the back. “I’ll call the ER to let them know we’re coming, you talk to her parents. Hopefully, they can get there.”

“Jess is not gonna be happy,” I sighed, taking the phone. Marissa had already found and queued up a call to ‘Mom’ and I thumbed the call button and pinched the cell between my ear and my shoulder as I focused on driving.

It rang a few times, and I wondered if her parents were waiting up for her or asleep or what. After the fourth ring, it picked up. “Jessica?” came a female voice. It didn’t sound sleepy, but then a parent getting a call at one in the morning from their teenager was probably getting an adrenaline spike.

“Mrs-” I realised I wasn’t even sure of Jessica’s last name. “Sorry, Jessica’s Mom? This is Trevor Brantford, I’m an employee and Greenmeadow and a coworker of Jessica’s. She showed up at a bush party I was at along with a bunch of other teens and college kids, and not long after she came to me asking for help because she wasn’t feeling well. Another coworker of ours is with me and we’re taking her to the ER. We’re worried she’s either got alcohol poisoning or was slipped something, she’s been slipping in and out of consciousness in the last five minutes or so since she came to us.”

“Oh my God,” the woman on the other end of the line said, panic in her voice. “Is she alright? Has she been assaulted?”

“No, she hasn’t been assaulted,” I assured her. “She was within eyesight of me for the short time she was at the party, and Marissa and I haven’t left her alone since she came asking for help. We’ve got her in my car and are driving her to the ER now. Marissa is calling to let them know we’re on our way.” I could hear Marissa in the back talking with someone on the phone.

“Can I talk to my daughter?” the Mom asked.

I awkwardly glanced over my shoulder into the back seat while keeping the phone pinched and saw that Jessica had her eyes closed and was grimacing. “I don’t think so, Ma’am,” I said. “It looks like she’s passed out, and I’m hoping she’s not going to vomit all over my car.”

We quickly traded information about heading to the hospital and where I was currently, and I stayed on the line as she relayed everything to someone else and then as they were arguing, their end of the call sounding like it was muffled against someone’s body. Eventually, Jessica’s Mom was getting into her vehicle, and I kept her updated as to where we were. It was another ten minutes to the hospital and I was super fucking thankful that Jessica didn’t unleash the contents of her stomach - it would have been all over my car and Marissa.

I pulled into the hospital lot and went straight for the ER entrance where the ambulances usually dropped people off. There were a couple of nurses, a man and a woman, with a gurney waiting and it didn’t take much effort to get Jessica out of the back seat and onto the gurney. They were already checking her vitals. I tried handing off Jessica’s phone to one of them, but they waved me away as Marissa was giving our observations to the Doctor who came out to meet us. I ended up promising her mother that we would stick around at least until she got there.

Marissa went in immediately, still talking to the nurses, and I went and parked my car and followed them in. We ended up sitting in the waiting room.

“Well,” Marissa said. “Not exactly what I was expecting earlier.”

“Me neither,” I chuckled. “A little disappointing, after what you said in the woods, but making sure she’s OK is more important.”

“Good,” she replied, taking my hand and squeezing it as she looked at me. “I wouldn’t be with a guy who took getting his dick wet more seriously than the safety of a woman.”

I was interrupted from saying anything else by a woman rushing in through the entrance. She was alone and looking slightly panicked, and I made the guess that it had to be Jessica’s Mom. “Ma’am,” I said, standing up. “I’m Trevor.”

She came over to us quickly. “Oh, thank God,” she said. “Where’s Jess?”

“They took her right into the back,” Marissa told her, standing with me. “Here’s her purse.”

“And her phone,” I added, handing it over to her.

“I’m sure the nurse at the front will get you the information you need, or let you back there.”

Jessica’s Mom was a thin brunette woman of moderate height with striking features. Even in a panic she looked put together with a knit sweater on over a T-shirt and trendy loose-fitting yoga pants. We went over with her to the counter and she asked about Jessica, and the nurse said she’d let the doctor know that she was there.

We backed off, not wanting to crowd the nurse behind the reception desk.

“You’re sure she wasn’t… assaulted, or anything?” Jessica’s Mom asked nervously.

“Unless it happened earlier in the night, not from what we saw,” Marissa said.

“What was she even doing at that party? She was supposed to be sleeping over at her Caitlyn’s house.”

“Well, we don’t know a Caitlyn,” I said, glancing at Marissa for confirmation. “But she might have been there too. A bunch of the college and older high school kids from Greenmeadow all showed up at the same time and sounded like they’d been partying somewhere else beforehand. It was supposed to be just a little staff party with some campfires before they all showed up. ”

“Ugh,” Jessica’s Mom, shaking her head and pulling out her phone. “I’d better text Janice and let her know to check on Caitlyn.”

The doctor came out, and Jessica’s Mom turned to us after the Doc said she could go into the back with him. “Thank you so much for getting Jessica out of there safely,” she said. “I don’t know what could have happened if you hadn’t. I- This is probably going to be a long night. You two don’t need to wait.”

“OK,” I agreed. “Just- Look, Ma’am, I don’t even know your name, but… take it easy on her. Jess is a good kid, and she’s great at her summer job at Greenmeadow.”

“This is already going to be pretty traumatic for her,” Marissa added. “She’ll need you more than she needs correcting. I know I could have used more of my Mom and not punishment when I was her age.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jessica’s Mom nodded, pressing her lips together as she tried to keep her emotions in check. “Thank you again.”

She left, and Marissa and I looked at each other and then simultaneously turned for the door, getting out while the getting was good. I led her to where I’d parked my car and we piled in, shutting the doors and both letting out big, heavy sighs.

“Fuck,” Marissa said.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“She should be OK,” Marissa said. “We got her here fast. I honestly think she might have just been even more drunk than she seemed earlier.”

“She did say guys were plying her with drinks,” I said, shaking my head. “Fuck, maybe we should have done something when she first showed up.”

“That would have just made us look like stick-in-the-muds to her,” Marissa sighed. “And if she refused to leave, then what were we going to do? Call the cops on the bush party?”

“Yeah, I know,” I said. “I shouldn’t even be thinking what-ifs.” I blew out a long breath. “Take you home?”

“Yeah,” Marissa nodded, then reached forward and turned on my radio, scanning through the channels until she hit the local Alt Rock station. We didn’t talk as we drove, the night feeling a little heavy still, but about halfway to her place she reached over and gestured for my hand. I gave it to her and she wrapped her fingers in mine, just holding it as she looked out the passenger window.

I pulled up in front of her building, but she directed me to the car park at the back, and I parked in one of the two visitor spots.

“You still good with the deal?” she asked, turning to me.

“That depends,” I said. “Was tonight too much? And did I get weird after our kiss?”

“I’d rather get over tonight, and no you did not,” she said, smiling a little. “I want you to come upstairs with me.”

“Happy to,” I said with a smile of my own.

She led me into the building and up the stairs to the second floor. The hallways were cramped and weren’t exactly the nicest looking place, but once she opened her apartment door I could tell she’d put in a lot of work to make it her own. It also followed that same goth-lite vibe she gave off with lots of dark but pretty decor and none of the ‘live laugh love’ kind of whimsical shit that a lot of women our age liked to rely on to ‘decorate.’

“Grab a seat on the couch,” she said, directing me over to the sitting area in her living room. “I’m just going to change into something more comfy.”

“Alright,” I said. “Is that you asking me to take my pants off and get comfortable myself, or is that too weird?”

She laughed and rolled her eyes as she walked through a doorway to her bedroom. 

“That wasn’t an answer,” I muttered to myself, and aired on the side of caution and just grabbed a spot on the loveseat couch.

Marissa came back out with her hair up in a messy bun on the back of her head and an extra long t-shirt over her instead of the shirt and shorts. I couldn’t tell if she had anything on underneath. She went into the kitchen, grabbed a big bag of pre-popped popcorn and came back, sitting next to me on the couch. “I figured we could throw on a movie first?”

“Sure,” I said and took some of the offered popcorn. It was well past 1:30 AM now, but who was counting at that point?

She quickly turned on her TV and cycled through her streaming accounts until she landed on Starship Troopers, which was a surprise to me but she said was one of her top ten classic movies. I couldn’t disagree, and soon Marissa was snuggled up to me and I had an arm around her and her head on my shoulder as we munch on the popcorn and watched the gristly opening scenes of the corny sci-fi action flick.

The thing about Starship Troopers is that it was pulp in all the best ways, including some gratuitous nudity. By the time the infamous Shower Scene came around, despite it being non-sexual in its actual content beyond the casual nudity, I was keenly aware of Marissa lounging half on top of me.

“You know, I always wished Denise Richards got naked in this too,” Marissa said. “She’s so fucking hot.”

“Still is, for a lady in her sixties or something,” I laughed.

“True!” she giggled, then turned to me. “So, you ready?”

I leaned down and kissed her, which she accepted happily. “You said you want me to prove I can do better than your fuck machine toy, right?”

“That’s the idea, or why would I want to keep seeing you like this?” she smirked. “Any other night, I’d already be getting railed by the machine or maybe even be in bed and asleep.”

“Then I need to know what you want in general to give me a fair chance because I can’t read your mind,” I said.

“Guess,” she said. “And I’ll tell you if you’re right.”

“Alright,” I nodded, narrowing my eyes a little as I looked her up and down and studied her gaze. “I think, now that you can feel you can trust me to be normal, you want me to be not-normal. You want me to fuck you in a primal, animal way. To give you the thing that the machine can’t. You want me to grab you-” I reached down and took her chin in the crook between my thumb and forefinger, taking control of her, “-and take what I want-” I kissed her hard again. “-And then you want me to push it further.” I pulled her on top of me, manhandling her so that she was straddling my lap, her big tits pressing into my chest as I held both her arms behind her back with one hand and cupped her face with the other. “How am I doing so far?”

She was giving me a smouldering look and licked her lips lightly. “Pretty good,” she said.

“Reach into my pants and feel my cock,” I ordered her. I kept her gaze locked with mine with the hand on her cheek but released one arm from behind her back. One-handed, she fumbled to undo my belt and then slipped her small hand inside until it was wrapped around the base of my hard cock.

“Mm,” she hummed softly, feeling the hardness.

I pulled her forward to kiss me again, and this time our tongues danced together as we matched the passion we’d had in the woods while she softly jerked the bottom few inches of my cock.

“Are you wearing underwear beneath that shirt?” I asked her once the kiss ended.

“Just panties,” she said.

“Take them off,” I ordered her.

She bit her lip and got off of me as I let her go, and she reached under her dress-length T-shirt and pulled them down. I gestured and she handed the little black panties to me before sitting next to me on the couch again.

“Turn around,” I said, and she did. I guided her hands behind her back and lightly tied them together using her panties. Then I spun her back around by her shoulders so that she was facing me again, and I dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles so that my hard cock bobbed out in front of me. Then I shifted to the edge of the couch, cock pointed up, and looked from it to her. “Sit on it,” I told her.

Marissa was breathing slowly, and I could tell she was trying to control herself. She took a couple of hesitating starts, trying to decide how to follow my order without the use of her hands.

“Izzie,” I said. “If you don’t sit on my cock, I’m going to walk out of here.”

That got her moving. Now that we’d started this thing, she didn’t want to stop. Marissa got up and then stepped up onto the couch and started to squat down on me. I couldn’t see anything but some of her thighs and her calves because of the long shirt, but I could feel as she rotated her hips to try and work my cock into the proper placement.

“You’re so fuck hard,” she groaned as she finally found the right position and nudged my cock right up to her entrance. I felt a little bit of fuzz from her pubic hair, and then slick, warm skin against the tip of my dick.

“That’s all you,” I said. “Your gorgeous face and amazing ass. Your funny personality, your brazen intelligence. Your problem-solving, even in an emergency. The way you smile, and that little pant you're doing right now.”

“Did you just list everything on your mind except my tits?” she asked with a smirk.

I put my hands on her hips and slowly pushed her down onto my cock about halfway. “This isn’t about your tits, Izzie. This first time, I’m not going to spend a second on your tits because you are more than your big tits.”

She tried to go lower, but I tightened my grip on her hips. “Hold on, just half for now,” I told her. “Just teasing you. Rotate your hips.” She did, stirring her insides with my cock for a long moment as she breathed hard in little gasps. Slowly I let her sink lower.

“Oh, fuck I can feel it throbbing inside of me,” she groaned. “Yeah. Is my pussy tight on you? Sliding back and forth? Fuck, I can feel the head of your cock grinding across my g-spot.”

“How thick are your walls?” I asked her.

“Why?”

“Because I plan on making you scream,” I told her. “And you’re already making me want to get loud.”

“It’s OK, you can be as loud as you want,” she panted. Her tongue was partially hanging out over her lips as she’d begun sitting up and down instead of stirring, working my cock in and out of her cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow,” I told her. “And when you’re about to come, I’m going to make you beg me for it.”

We fucked like that for a while, most of her body hidden from me as I focused on her face, and her lips, and her eyes.

“You feel so good,” she panted. “Warm, and hard. Huh.” She started to pick up the pace a little, and I stopped her by kissing her. “Your dick feels so fucking good,” she whispered into my ear.

“Your tight little cunt feels fucking good, too,” I grinned. “Stand up.”

She did, and I turned her around and united her hands, letting her panties drop to the ground.

“Sit on me again, I want to watch that cute ass of yours,” I told her.

Marissa bit her lip and raised her shirt to her waist, showing off her surprisingly nice ass and her trim waist. She was a gorgeous little package - definitely the shortest woman I’d ever been with but not stout in any way. Just a lean-curvy that felt like it should have been opposed but wasn’t. I could only imagine the guys she’d encountered before who entirely focused on her tits to the detriment of everything else.

One thing I noticed, as she reached to get my cock in position, was that Marissa had a thick little splattering of white grool on her pussy lips and as she sat back down on my cock and her lips spread and stretched, when she pulled back up she left a slimy trail on me.

I couldn’t handle it anymore, and I pulled her all the way onto my cock and then further her until her back was pressed against my chest. “I’m tired of the teasing,” I whispered in her ear. “So I’ll give you a choice. You can ride me any way you want, or I’m going to bend you over this couch and fuck your brains out until I come inside you.”

I could tell she liked both options. On the one hand, she got to keep some control. On the other…

“Fuck me,” she said. “Do it, Trevor.”

I picked her up off of me and manhandled her again until she was kneeling on the seat of the couch, her ass up in the air as she leaned over the back of it. I quickly dipped down and spread her ass cheeks, making her moan as I licked her hard and fast, tasting that natural lube of hers. She had a dark brown tuft of pubic hair on her mound, but her lips were clean and slick, and the feel and taste of them were fantastic.

Then I stuffed her with my cock. No hesitation and no warning.

“Holy fuckballs,” Marissa moaned. “God, fuck, Trevor!”

I began to pump her, hard and fast. Her shirt was up around her waist and my hips slammed with a quick slapping sound against her ass.

“So fucking hard,” Marissa moaned happily. “Fucking- ugh, stretching me so good…”

I leaned over her, nuzzling past her messy burst of a bun, and kissed and bit at her neck. This put her over the edge and her ass clenched as I ground against her, and she came. She wasn’t as vocal as Eden was, but the way she whispered little nothings, little horny half-statements, was just as hot.

“Fuck, Marissa,” I groaned, pumping her hard again as she started to come back down.

“Yes,” she groaned, fucking back at me. “Fucking come inside me. That’s something I can’t get. Show me how it feels to get creampied by a real cock. By your big fucking tool.”

Her ass looked fantastic as it slammed back at me and impacted with my hips, and after my time with Eden I was tempted to just pull out of Marissa’s pussy and make a play for it, but I didn’t. Instead, I drove deep, then pulled all the way out of her.

“Beg for it,” I told her, sliding the head of my cock around the rim of her entrance, down to her clit, and back.

“Trevor, I want you to come for me,” she groaned.

“Not good enough.”

“Please, Trevor. I want to feel your cock stretching my little hole,” she tried harder.

“More,” I encouraged her.

“Fuck, I want you to fucking fill my cunt,” she moaned. “I want your whole fucking cock inside me, and I want you to cum so deep inside me I taste it on my tongue. God, it’s so much, it’s so big. And I can feel that throb, that pulse, and I think you’re getting a little bigger every time you enter me.”

I’d been fucking her entrance, dipping the head of my cock in and out, and now I pressed in deeply again.

“So is this going to be the only time?” I asked her, grabbing her by the scalp and pulling on her hair until her back was dramatically arched and her tits were popping up under her shirt with every hard thrust. “Or is this more than your fuck machine can do?”

“Yessss,” she hissed.

“Are we going to fuck you whenever we want?” I asked her.

“Yesss, you feel so good. You fuck so- hunh!”

She came, just a little one.

I slammed my cock back into her fully again and I came, deep inside her like she’d wanted, and that pushed her over the edge.

“God, that’s good,” she moaned happily as her legs quaked and her breathing hitched.

It took me a long moment, feeling my cock get squished and squeezed inside her pussy, to catch my breath. I pulled out of her earlier than I wanted and picked her up in my arms, laying her down on the couch on her back and leaning down to kiss her. “It really was,” I said.

“Feed me your cock,” she said. “I want to clean it up and get it hard again.”

“I never went soft,” I grinned.

Soon I was fucking Marissa’s face as she moaned, wordless and lewd, and she fingered her messy pussy with both hands.

Then, finally, that long shirt came off as she peeled it over her head, revealing her big tits.

“Do you like them?” she asked. “They’re huge, I know.”

“They’re perfect on you,” I told her, slowly starting to palm and massage them.

She liked that answer and climbed on top of me to ride me in cowgirl, bouncing her tits in my face. They really were fucking big - she always wore athletic bras that compressed them, I assumed, or else I could imagine the cleavage she would have even under those work polos. Now I was faced with them in all their glory; big, soft tits with pale areolas and cute little nipples as they wobbled and bounced with the effort of our fucking.

We fucked for almost an hour before my second orgasm, which happened as I was making out with her in missionary, her tits wobbling back and forth.

After that, we were both fucked out. Honestly, I was surprised at the amount of cum I’d been able to produce considering the night I’d had before with Eden the day before, and how late it was.

We started to clean up, which really meant just finding my clothes and getting me dressed. I kissed Marissa there on the couch again, and she got up to follow me to the door.

“Wait,” she said, sauntering towards me.

“God, you look amazing naked,” I said. “Do you want to just come live with me and be a nudist?”

That made her laugh, and she dropped to her knees and started unbuckling my belt again. “Just one more. I want you to come on my tits so you can have a picture of them like that to round out your collection.”

“Oh boy,” I said with heavy sarcasm. “I mean, if I really have to.”

It took about five minutes, and her encouragement to fuck her face, before I blew my third load of the night all over her breasts, and she had me take a picture with her phone that she promised to send me.

“Hey, Izzie,” I said. She’d just turned to set her phone down, and I surprised her by picking her up into a cradle carry and kissing her again as I hoped the load on her tits wasn‘t smearing against my shirt. “You said you want to do this to get things the fuck machine can’t, right?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded, running her fingers through my hair as she bit her lip. “You’re doing a pretty good job so far.

“Well, you mentioned thinking Denise Richards was hot. How into girls are you?”

“I’ve never been with one before,” she said. “So I’m not definite on it one way or the other.”

“How would you like to do a threesome with me and an extremely hot MILF?” I asked.

She gave me a happy-but-confused look. “Really?”

“Think about it,” I smirked a little. “I’ll even make sure to buy you a strap-on so you can fuck her with it and feel what that’s like.”

She did think for a long moment, then shrugged. “I’m in.”

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