The Mail-order Space Bride.
He had to wait five years for her.
Based on a post by Farmer jill. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Forward: This story is about a first time, two virgins no less. However, the setting is in a dystopian future. If sci-fi is not your thing, you might still like this. Be brave.
Many are fascinated by the concept of the "mail order bride." It still occurs today, but with instant communications, etc., it is not as interesting or romantic as back in the "good old days" of the American Wild West. Maybe this will happen again one day in the future, who knows?
Marco’s Day of Choosing
Marco Mendes finished climbing until he reached the top of the hill. It wasn't a mountain or even a very tall hill, those were for the rich. He wanted one last look around at his part of the Rio-Paulo Metropolitan Area before he left. Colloquially known as Rio Paolo or Super Favela. Marco had been told that Rio Paolo had over 150 million inhabitants. Rio Paolo is a city in what used to be the old country of Brazil. Not that long ago, Brazil had that many people in the whole country. He couldn't confirm this because there was no longer access to the internet, nor were there things called "encyclopedias." The old timers talked about being able to "google" anything on the internet, but that was before the changes. Now only the rich could "google" things if that even still existed. Books didn't exist at all. Everything was on screens, and the screens only showed what was allowed by the ‘Corporate Council’.
Since the changes what could you find out? The screens everywhere gave you the weather, news, and, of course, sports. Yet you couldn't ask the screens questions, and everyone knew you couldn't always trust what was on the screens. You could trust the weather and the sports, but the news not at all. However, Marco was about to leave the Rio Paolo, and Earth behind for Orion 6A. Rumor had it that once he boarded the spaceship he would get to use the internet. Marco would believe it, and all the other stories; when he saw it.
Yet Marco had to give it a try. He looked down at the Super Favela and all its misery. In centuries past, they were called shanty towns. But Super Favela was a massive city of shacks.
They didn't starve, but the food was bland and of questionable origin. They had homes, but they were small and uncomfortable, especially when it rained. They had each other, but what did that mean?
Dreams of Marriage.
A family of your own seemed like an eternity away. It was a process of 10 years, to apply for a wife! Maybe you wouldn't get approval.
Marco wasn't interested in casual sex. He wanted a family, and that would take 11 years here in the Rio Paulo or anywhere on Earth. That was only if it was approved and he survived. Most of the jobs for men like him were dangerous, especially at first. No one seemed to care if young men died.
Tomorrow was his 18th birthday. The official Day of Choosing a vocation. Marco had already chosen last week. The options were pretty limited, but you had to take one, or they picked for you. Marco had heard some places on Earth there was no choice, you were just assigned something. Other places used an aptitude test like the one Marco had taken. Marco had done the aptitude test at age 16, like everyone else. He was not selected for "streaming.' Marco was not going to be an athlete, nor was he smart enough for university, that's where the streaming took you. Oh, and of course, if you were really good-looking, you were also "streamed." Streamlined right into someone, or multiple someones’ bed. Yet that mostly happened to the girls. A guy had to be a real stunning hunk to be streamed; and Marco was not.
Then there was the security force. You didn't get to choose them, they chose you; and then you left old Brazil. You would be trained and stationed somewhere else to keep other people in line. Just like to the cold-hearted bastards who patrolled the Rio Paolo. They rotated them through, frequently; 6 months to a year, and another group arrived. You could tell they were different because their English would have a different accent than yours and the last bunch.
Like most boys in Rio Paolo, Marco wanted to play football (Americans used to call it soccer.) he had no interest in university, even if he made the grades. Marco wasn't that great at school, nor football.
What were the choices open to Marco? He could stay in Rio Paolo, and be chosen for a job. That job could be anything from a factory worker to a ditch digger. Low pay, no hope for advancement, and a ten-year wait to apply to get married. He could go to the Amazon and work on a mine or farm, but the only difference with that would be the location. Hard labor, high chance of injury. Yes, there were softer jobs, but first you had to pass through the hard ones.
Then there were the off-world options. The jobs were dangerous, and you would never see Earth again. However, the pay was high, the benefits were good, and you could order a bride after only 5 years. No applying for marriage, nope, you just ordered a bride, and when she arrived, you were married. What would you know about your mail-order bride? You would see her picture and where she was born. You also knew she was 18 years old. That was an option for women when it was their "Day of Choosing." The bride also would show up without the "shot." Every woman from puberty was given the "shot." It prevented pregnancy and was re-administered every year. The government would not tolerate pregnancy among the unmarried.
The problem was the effect of the shot was cumulative. If Marco stayed on Earth and had to wait the ten years to request a marriage to an agreeable woman. She would probably be about the same age as you. No 18-year-old brides on Earth. The woman would have had at least 15 years of shots by the age of 28, and the chance of conception was rare for at least 2 years. You are allowed a six-year window to have children, so the timeline was tight. Few couples had two children, many only one, and too often there were none. Yet those were the rules. Trying to circumvent or worse, fight them was not an option. The cold-hearted bastards would show up, and you would never be seen again.
How did Marco know all of this? The old timers of course; told their tales. Much of it Marco believed to be true. Then there was the communication from cousins and friends who had left after the day of choosing. They sent back tales of their new lives. The people who stayed in the same area also told their tales of work and lives since choosing. Finally, there was what you saw with your own eyes. People who tried to move in together and therefore be illegally married who were taken away. People who spoke out about the changes; just disappeared, without a trace. Sometimes, if you were up late at night, you could see the armored vehicles come and disappear someone. Actions of the Corporate Council. No trial, no conviction.
Once, Marco's family had a neighbor man who moved the woman he wanted to marry, into his house, without waiting 10 years or asking permission. Permission would never have been granted, and they only lived together for 10 days. Marco was up early on day 11,and he saw the couple taken away. The cold-hearted security bastards of the Corporate Council showed how they earned the reputation that morning. Marco watched the couple be beaten as they were dragged into the vehicle. There was blood on the ground, and everyone tried to ignore it, until the rain washed it away days later.
Marco had opted for off-world. He had chosen working for Impact Mining. They were an off-world conglomerate that owned all the mining rights to Orion 6A. Marco would learn the people who lived there, called the planet Eldorado. He would learn all about Eldorado, and a great many other things; once on the spaceship.
Marco took one more look around at Rio Paolo. The misery was oppressive. 150 million people going through the motions of living. Marco didn't know how many rich people lived in RP. Their lives were definitely different, and the 150 million knew it! On the day of choosing, you couldn't get a position cleaning, or cooking, or what have you, for those rich. Later you were recruited to those positions, once you had served your time in your job of "choosing." There actually was a fair amount of opportunity to change jobs at that time, but they were still low-paying, and had no future.
Marco shook his head and then went back home. His parents were having the traditional "Day of Choosing" party for him. Marco's would be more poignant because he was going away forever. It was a somber affair and Marco said his goodbyes. He would be gone very early in the morning to catch the shuttle to the moon and his spaceship.
Space Travel, Internet, And History.
The rumors about the internet would turn out to be true! Marco spent much of his time in transit to Eldorado learning how much he didn't know. The trip would take three months, and it was notable for the food and the internet. Marco would not believe the variety and the taste of the food! It was all 'cooked' not just bland reheated packages. When he entered that ship it was a revelation to Marco, and he was told it would get better on Eldorado.
The internet, or more precisely, Marco learned, the ship's computer network had a huge 'database' of information for Marco to absorb. Of course, Marco didn't have access to everything, but he did have access to more than he could imagine. Marco learned about the 'Changes' and how that transformed the world, including his homeland of Brazil. It was a time of war, chaos, and fear. The resulting political consolidation by the world's large corporations and simultaneous population boom led to the "Day of Choosing" and the Metropolitan Areas. The population needed to be contained, otherwise it would overrun the farmland required to feed it.
No one seemed to know what sparked the trouble that resulted in the Changes. The consensus was that the pressure from overpopulation, unfair distribution of wealth between nations, and government measures to stop yet another plague; boiled over. Wars and civil wars erupted all over the Earth. Genocides occurred, as well as plenty of destruction. Much of Africa and Asia was a bloodbath. Europe's unity shattered. North and South America saw a series of coups, and counter-coups, as well as war. When the dust cleared, five years later, the world was now run by the corporations; the Corporate Council by name. Lead by the arms industry, they consolidated power by monopolizing the control of weapons, food, and fuel. The other corporations gladly joined them and after a few more years their power was unmatched in human history.
The population of the Earth was pushed into "metropolitan areas" based on the old distribution of population. The areas were shrunk though and the areas outside them were for commodity extraction or agriculture. There also were large swaths of land set aside as reserves to offset the climate changes. Travel was highly restricted between the areas and that was mostly by air. The roads and rail lines that were kept were for the movement of materials. The other roads, small towns and cities were destroyed or abandoned to return them to nature.
Eldorado Hardships
When Marco arrived at Eldorado he didn't have anymore time to think about what he learned, as he was assigned the most dangerous job on the planet. It was the job of capturing mineral laden meteors as they approached the planet. If you could grab them before they entered the atmosphere the mineral payload was better. The trick was not being smashed to bits by the meteors or having the meteor's breach your ships integrity and dying of asphyxiation. This was normal and Marco knew he would spend a year in this or a similar job. Over a third of those assigned would be killed and another third injured in someway. No one even called him Marco, he was just J-9870112, his company ID number. Yet when the year was up, Marco went to work in the refinery and his life changed. He now was Marco. Out of the temporary barracks into the permanent apartments. He made friends, worked hard, and waited.
Communication back to Earth was possible but not easy. Only the rich or the company could get instant communication back to Earth. The rest of the people had to send mail. You could buy a video cube, record yourself, and your family could watch it. You could write or type an actual letter on paper and put it in an envelope. The bottom line is that it has to be a physical object that can be loaded on the cargo ship. There is plenty of room for a letter on those massive ships. They come here mostly empty, mostly things that could not be made on Eldorado. Then the ships would leave full of processed ore. A ship arrived every 3 months.
Placing an order for a woman.
Impact was a good company to work for. They let Marco put in his request for a mail order bride on the cargo ship 3 months early. Some companies made you wait the full 5 years before you could put in your request. This way she would come 3 months earlier, a real bonus. There was plenty of joking about the idea of a 'mail order bride." Marco researched it on the computer, and it came from 19th century America on Earth. From what he read, he was not surprised that it happened. Men get lonely out on the frontier. Men also got in way more trouble the greater the ratio of men to available women. Eldorado didn't have enough of a population base to produce enough eligible surplus women. There was also no "Day of Choosing" on Eldorado. People could freely choose what to work at and whom to marry, when they felt like it. There were no age restrictions and the "shot" was voluntary.
Marco had looked through the catalogues of women for a month before finding the girl he wanted. He didn't know what it was about her, that struck him. But he knew he wanted her from the moment he saw her. Her name was Angela Stemple, and she was born in a place called Bridgewater in the Eastern Seaboard Metropolitan Area. He researched it, and the people there call it the BBA, short for the Big Big Apple. The BBA, of course had the world's capital in it, New York City. Where else would the corporations want the headquarters?
From what Marco could see in the picture, Angela was not very tall but evenly proportioned. He printed off a picture of her for his wall at home and his workplace at the refinery. Marco's mail order spent 3 months in transit to Earth and his mail order bride spent 3 months traveling to Eldorado. All Marco thought about besides being safe at work, was Angela; for those 6 months. He dreamed of her and talked to his friends about her. His married friends told him about their mail-order bride experience. His friends, awaiting their own bride, commiserated on the wait. It would all be worth it, all his friends said.
The Group Wedding Event
The day before the cargo ship arrived, Impact started the preparations for the bride's arrival. The best hotel in Barkerville, (Joe Baker was the name of a former CEO.) was reserved in its entirety for the event. The meeting of brides would occur in the grand ballroom. There would also be the wedding ceremony. A banquet would then be held in the revolving restaurant on top of the hotel. Finally, the best fifty rooms would be given to the 50 newlywed couples, for the night. The actual bridal suit would be given to one lucky couple in a draw at the banquet. Impact also gave all of their newly-married workers the week off with pay, to settle in with their new wives.
Marco finished his shift the next day at four. He went home and showered, shaved, and put on his new suit. He was so nervous he could hardly button his shirt up. He then went to the hotel, arriving at 5:30. Most of the other future husbands were already there, helping themselves to some ‘liquid courage’ at the free bar. Marco opted for water. He seldom drank alcohol. To him, it just led to trouble. On Eldorado most of the miners who arrived, spent their first few years drinking and whoring. Not Marco, for one thing, he was a virgin, and the second thing was he dreamed of being 'middle class.'
Marco had learned about this on the internet and most the people on Eldorado would be considered middle class. They owned their own homes, could do the job they wanted, and could have kids who would never have a Day of Choosing. Marco had been saving all of his paychecks to buy a house for his mail-order bride. Others would spend years in the company apartments because they partied their money away. Marco didn't regret his decision to remain a virgin, he had been raised Catholic; and the prostitutes in Barkerville were expensive. Marco also wanted his first time with Angela to be extra special.
Angela, meanwhile; was just getting into the coach bus to take her to the hotel. She had spent the last four hours after getting off the cargo ship at the spa. Impact paid for all of the mail order brides to get the full package. Next door to the spa was a high-end ladies clothing store. Angela was wearing a beautiful new dress from the store, complete with new lingerie underneath. Impact paid for that as well. Angela felt like Cinderella going to the ball.
Marco and the other men were getting anxious. Some were drinking too much out of nervousness. Some were telling jokes with their friends, to kill the time. Marco was just standing alone, drinking some water, thinking about Angela.
Marco was startled when it was announced that the brides had arrived. All of the men eagerly turned toward the large double doors of the hall. Music started playing in the background. Of course it was 'here comes the bride." Two Impact men moved toward the doors and opened them at the same time. First in line was the marriage commissioner, but no one looked twice at him. All eyes were on the lovely ladies behind him. The women followed the commissioner into the room, nervously trying to find their groom.
Angela was looking at the group of men, but could not find Marco. She had posted his picture on the wall in her cabin on the ship and was positive she would recognize him. She started to worry he was not there. Something bad had happened while she was in transit. All kinds of dark thoughts filled her mind. This did happen sometimes. Meanwhile Marco had spotted Angela. She was even more beautiful in real life, than her picture. Since Marco was not with the main group, she still couldn't see him and started to panic.
Marco moved forward, toward Angela, and then she saw him. He looked like a dream come true. She was captivated. She was so enthralled with Marco she couldn't move, but soon he was before her. Marco stopped just outside of her personal space. He was drinking her in, and she was doing the same with him.
"I am pleased to finally meet you Angela, you are better in person, than in my dreams."
Angela could barely hear his words; her heart was beating so loudly. She knew he had said something, and tried to find her voice,
"Marco."
That was all she could get out. Then Marco held out his hand for her, and she took it in her own.
"May I kiss you Angela?"
Angela couldn't form words, so she simply nodded, ‘yes.’
Marco gently pulled on her hand and Angela moved forward her face looking upward at the taller man. Marco slowly brought his mouth down on hers. Her lips were so soft as he kissed her. He started to pull back but then went in for another kiss. Angela couldn't believe she was finally kissing a man who wasn't related to her. She wanted more and used her free hand to pull Marco's head closer. Their tongues both had the same idea at the same time and met in the middle of the kiss.
Like many of the couples Marco and Angela were oblivious to everything and everyone but themselves. Their kiss deepened and they moved closer together. Marco felt Angela melt into his arms and knew it had been worth the wait. Angela felt Marco's strong arms around her and felt a level of peace and comfort she had never felt before. It seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was only minutes before the spell was broken. The marriage commissioner was calling them together for the service.
The world government back on Earth didn't care what kind of marriage "service" that people had. They controlled the process by awarding the marriage license. Once you received that, you were married as far as the government was concerned. Many couples didn't have any kind of service. Few could afford honeymoons, especially those on Earth, so most couples just moved in together and that was it. Maybe a small party. On Eldorado Impact liked to have a service. It mimicked what the locals did, and marriage ceremonies were important. Impact wanted happy workers. Happy workers tended to be good workers, and this event was a small price to pay for that.
The couples gathered before the marriage commissioner. He opened the service with prayer and then read from the Bible. They sang a song about marriage, and then the commissioner had a short meditation on marriage and love. Then each couple was called forward to do their vows. Marco and Angela walked forward holding hands. They only let go of each long enough to place the rings on. When Marco kissed her, all of the other couples clapped, and then, holding hands, they stepped back so the next couple could move forward. The service ended with a short prayer and a blessing over the newly married.
Leaving the Banquet Early
Marco and Angela enjoyed the meal but did not want to stay for the dancing. Before the dance began, however, the HR director from Impact drew the name of the lucky couple that would get the bridal suite for the night. This was supposed to be a random draw, but the HR director believed it should go to the best worker as recognition for their service. He lost the discussion in the boardroom but that didn't stop him from rigging the draw. Marco was by far the best worker getting married that day, and it was only natural that he and his bride received the suite.
Winning the suite made Marco and Angela even more eager to leave. They gave their thanks to the HR manager for everything, and adjourned to the bridal suite. Marco and Angela may have been virgins, but they did have some very good advice going into their wedding consummation. Angela's mother and aunts had made sure she was ready for what might happen on her wedding night. The main points boiled down to three rules:
Rule 1, go slow, tell him what you like, and don't like.
Rule 2, try anything and everything, but remember rule 1.
Rule 3, enjoy yourself.
Marco, on the other hand, had thought about his first time quite a bit. He had wondered about porn, yes the internet on Eldorado was full of porn. Yet all those moans of pleasure and crazy positions seemed unreal to him. He decided he would ask married women he knew what he should do with his new bride. As you can imagine, this was a little awkward. How do you bring up losing your virginity with your friend's wife? Who would even believe he was still a virgin? Marco was lucky. His friend Martin's wife, Natasha, thought that it was a great idea. She felt it her duty to make sure Marco was good to his new wife and had four other married friends who met with Marco a few times in a coffee shop.
To say it was a flood of information would be an understatement! Trying to get a drink from a fire hose would be a better description. "Don't do this, do that; try this, but not that; and on and on. Marco was trying to take notes, but pretty soon he gave up. One wife said; “Don't force her to swallow if she gives you a blow job.” Another one says; “No anal no way!” Yet another says; “Anal is great! just use plenty of lube and go slow.”
Obviously, some of the advice was contradictory but Marco felt he learned a lot. What Marco gleaned from his experience, he distilled into a few points and then asked Natasha what she thought.
Take it slow, very slow. Ask her if she likes what is happening. Make sure she cums before you do.
Natasha thought that Marco was on the right track. She added that sex was a voyage of discovery that Marco and Angela would be on together. They needed to do it for each other and enjoy the journey.
When Marco and Angela entered the room, they both were trembling with anticipation. Marco held the door open for Angela, and she gasped in awe.
"Marco this is incredible!"
Marco took in the palatial suite. To the left he could see a bathroom bigger than his family home back on Earth. Then he could see through a double doorway to a huge bed. Next was a massive Jacuzzi tub, mini bar and whole seating area with a sofa and chair. Everything was immaculate with fresh flowers in the vases and champagne in a bucket chilling by the sofa.
"It is amazing but not as amazing as you." Marco swooned her.
Marco then turned to her and kissed her softly on the lips. Angela had a surge of something she had never felt before; flash through her body and stop at her ‘lady garden.’ Angela leaned in and kissed Marco back, not just a gentle kiss, but laced with passion. Marco felt a surge of blood to his groin. His cock tented in his pants, as Angela moved more into their embrace. There was no way that she didn't feel it. The kiss deepened as their passion built.
Marco wanted to just tear her dress off and get inside of Angela, but Marco remembered the advice. Angela wanted the same thing, but also didn't want to blow it on their first time. Take it slow. The wives had told Marco that foreplay was critical, so he should kiss and touch his bride all over, but not directly on her breasts or vagina. Marco began to do so, putting his hand behind her head and teasing her hair. His other hand slowly moved down her back to her shapely ass.
Angela was loving the feelings and moaned into Marco's mouth. She wanted to touch Marco as well, but she wanted to touch his skin. She slowly moved to take his suit jacket off. Marco continued to tease her hair as he pulled Angela in tighter, and tentatively probed her mouth with his tongue. Immediately, Angela's tongue met his, and they began to slowly French kiss. The passion continued to build as Angela finished taking Marco's jacket off.
Marco could not believe how excited he was. Five long years of working on the edge of the universe had left him with him expectations. He had played out this meeting with his new bride, a thousand times. Yet this was so much better than he ever expected. Marco thought he might pass out because all his blood must now be in his cock it was so hard.
Angela could not believe what she was feeling. They had dressed her in this lacey wisp of a thong, and she could feel herself, not just soaking it, but seeping through it. She wondering if it was running down her leg. Angela then had a dirty inspiration,
"Marco I'm so ready for you! Feel how ready I am for you."
Marco was confused. He could tell she was excited for him, but was unsure what she wanted him to feel. He could already feel her nipples poking his chest as they kissed. He wanted to show her how excited he was for her, but didn't want to ruin the moment. Angela sensed his indecision and pulled his hand away from the delightful things he was doing to her ass cheeks.
"Right here, Marco, feel how ready I am for you."
Her dress was not slutty, but it was fairly short. Angela easily guided Marco's hand to her soaked panties. She pressed Marco's hand to her trimmed mound. Marco couldn't believe how damp her crotch was. The wives had told him this was a great sign that he was doing the right things. He instinctively moved his finger over her slit through her panties.
"Oh, Marco, oh, that is amazing."
Angela panted out her appreciation for Marco's efforts. Marco in turn, continued to rub her slit and could not believe that amount of fluid that was coating his fingers and hand. Angela couldn't concentrate on anything other than Marco's fingers. She wanted more.
"Marco undo the zipper of my dress."
Angela then reluctantly turned her back to Marco, her vagina begging for Marco's hand not to stop, as it wanted more attention. Marco slowly started to slide her zipper down and decided to follow it with small kisses down her back. Angela's moans of pleasure spurned him on, and as he reached the end of the zip Angela shrugged her shoulders, so the dress fell to the floor. Marco continued kissing until he hit the top of her ass. He could smell her desire. He wanted to keep going down; kissing her rosebud, and then her vagina, but resisted. He had to take it slow. Build up the passion. So instead, he began kissing back up Angela's back while running his hands up her sides.
Angela thought she would pass out from all of the lovely sensations she was feeling. Her tits longed to be touched. Her nipples were so stiff. When Marco caressed the sides of her tits through her bra, she couldn't keep from moaning. Marco took this as permission to unclasp her bra. As it fell to the floor Marco kissed the back of Angela's neck. This was definitely one of her erogenous zones, the pleasure of his kisses was exquisite.
Marco started at Angela's waist and slowly moved his hands up her sides again. This time he cupped her tits. They were the perfect handful for Marco; and as he cupped them, his thumb and index finger naturally tweaked her nipples.
"Oh Marco, harder, pinch them harder." Angela breathlessly panted.
Marco began to pinch her nipples harder as he continued to kiss her neck. Angela felt something building inside her she had never felt before. She knew it must be an orgasm, she was sure the feelings were so intense. Marco then stopped kissing her neck and turned Angela to face him. His left hand stayed on her right tit, but his right hand was replaced by Marco's teeth. He bit lightly on Angela's nipple while squeezing the other one hard.
"Ah!"
Angela screamed as her first orgasm ever, ripped through her body. Marco let her ride out the orgasm before letting go of her nipple with his teeth and replacing his hand. He then began to kiss down her stomach. Angela could not believe what had just happened, and now Marco was kissing down her belly toward her lady garden. Angela began to vibrate with anticipation. Marco stopped at her belly button and began to swirl his tongue around it. Angela liked that, but wanted him lower, so she pushed on his head. Marco continued down toward Angela's neatly trimmed pubic hair. Her scent was intoxicating.
Marco remembered what the wives had told him. Take your time, kiss, and lick everything, let her moans and movements guide you. So, he did just that; letting her signals guide his movements. Then she grew impatient and grabbed his head more forcefully guiding his movement. Marco found his mouth being pressed, on what he knew was Angela's clit. He took it in his mouth and began to suck on it, lightly at first, but as Angela pushed his head hard he sucked harder. Angela began to shudder and moan. Marco's hands had been on Angela's ass, rubbing it but then he had an inspiration and moved them to her tits. Just as he increased the suction on her clit, he grabbed her tits and pinched the nipples. Angela screamed, as her second orgasm was even more powerful than the first.
Marco's face was now covered in Angela's juices. He couldn't help but smile. Marco was sure if the wives knew what he had just given Angela, they would be proud of him. Yet he would never tell them. This made him smile again.
Angela could not believe what had just happened! She had wondered and worried about her first time with a man. She had listened to her mom and aunts. She had researched on the computer, once she had access, but none of them had prepared her for the reality. Marco had made her feel things she did not believe were possible, and now she had to reciprocate. Angela took Marco's hands off her tits and then pulled him up. Marco rose up until he was face to face with Angela. His face was glistening, and Angela could not believe that she had done that. On a whim she kissed him. She had never tasted herself before and she couldn't really figure out what she tasted like. Marco seemed to like it though. Angela was sure she would taste more fluids soon that she had never tasted before. Angela continued to kiss Marco as she unbuttoned his shirt. Once it fell to the floor she rubbed her hands on his chest. Angela could not believe how broad and muscular it was. She began to kiss his chest as her hands worked on his belt. Soon, the belt was undone, and then his pants were coming off.
Angela had already felt Marco's hardness against her stomach and ass but now she was about to see it. His underwear were tented and had a wet spot on the front. This made Angela smile. He was wet for her, like she was wet for him! She then grabbed his underwear with both hands and eased them down his legs, making sure to pull forward so his erection could spring free. Angela was eagerly awaiting her first look at Marco's phallus and had gotten a little too close. As his cock sprang free from his underwear, it hit her in the nose. Angela stifled a giggle. She dropped the waistband as she looked up to Joerge’s eyes. She winked at him while she gently took his cock in her hand, and kissed the tip.
Marco moaned out his appreciation. He thought he had died and gone to heaven, but then Angela took his head into her mouth. Then Marco knew he was in heaven. As she slowed moved her tongue around the ridge, while firmly squeezing him with her lips. Then she moved back and forth on his cock. Marco could feel his orgasm building. The wives told him not to worry if the first ejaculate came quickly; he knew he would be ready to go again, and soon. Since Angela had flooded his face with her cum he forgot all about warning Angela he was going to explode.
Angela’s fingers fondled his dangling sack, feeling the texture of the balls. As she enjoyed this erotic moment, she noticed his sack firm up, and the shape become very round, tightly constricted to the base of his rigid cock shaft.
Angela felt Marco's cock spasm, and his semen shot into her mouth. She didn't know what to do, and tried to swallow, but as she began to swallow, another, bigger blast and her mouth flooded with cum, she moved her head back. This caused Marco's third spurt to land on her cheek and his fourth to land on her tits. This time she couldn't stifle a giggle,
“Uh! Uh!“ Marco grunted his euphoric pleasure, his hands softly caressing her hair, and forehead. Breathing deeply, he moaned; “Oh, Angela! You’re absolutely amazing!”
"Wow, I guess you wanted to get me back for covering your face."
Marco had cum before, but only with his hand. This felt totally different. He vowed never to use his hand again! Angela's mouth was a thousand times better. This made him wonder what it would feel like to be inside her.
"I have never had that done to me before. I didn't know what would happen. It was amazing, you are amazing. I'm sorry about the mess,.I'll get a cloth..."
Marco's words just came tumbling out, Angela giggled again,
"Marco, it's okay! I was just kidding. You gave me such exquisite pleasure, twice! I wanted to do the same."
"It was exquisite, Angela. I can't wait to do that again with you; but first I want to be inside you."
"Yes, Marco I want that too, but please go slow, it is my first time. I think we should do this in the bedroom."
Marco took Angela's hand in his, as he led her into the bedroom. It had a massive King-size bed. Marco had slept in a single bed his whole life. He could not believe the size of this bed.
Angela also could not believe the size and plushness of the bed. It had so many pillows! The comforter was so amazingly soft. Angela turned down the bed and climbed in. Marco couldn't help but appreciate the view, as he followed her naked glorious body.
Joining her in the bed, They began kissing. Tentatively at first, but then with more fervor. Marco couldn't help but run his hands over his bride, caressing her back and tits and ass cheeks. Angela basked in his touch. She however, wanted him inside her, and reached out to feel his cock. It was rock hard again and that made her smile. It made her feel desired and wanted like never before. Angela's hand, touching his cock head, sent a jolt through Marco's body. He was immensely enjoying kissing and caressing Angela, but now he had a desperate need to be inside her.
Angela shared that desire, and as Marco moved to hover above her as she spread her legs wide, then with her hands on his waist, she guided him to her vagina. Marco’s weight was on his knees, with his arms supporting him on each side of her shoulders. Looking deep into each other’s eyes, His hips dropped and his cock submerged into the wet opening of her hot cunt.
He could not believe how amazing she felt. It was so hot, and wet, and tight, he wondered if he might shoot off again too soon. Angela's voice broke through his thoughts.
“Stay right there.” Angela squeezed his waist. “The pressure. It’s so wonderful, but so tight.”
He slowly leaned down and kissed her lips, careful to keep his cock just inside her wonderful wet cunt.
Then Marco hit Angela's hymen. He was going slow enough that he felt the resistance. This was the big moment. They were both about to lose their virginities and Marco wanted Angela to remember it fondly for the rest of her life. He stopped moving and brought his lips down to hers. He nipped her lip with his teeth and then kissed her. Angela responded with a moan and her tongue came to meet his. Their kiss grew in intensity, Angela subconsciously pushed her hips up toward Marco, she wanted more. Marco held still as Angela broke her hymen on his turgid cock.
She grit her teeth but just looked at him with a devoted smile.
"You’re so big inside me Marco, please go slow."
Marco started to push his cock forward, quarter inch by excruciatingly awesome quarter inch. The feeling was spectacular as Marco literally explored virgin territory. He wanted to just slam it home, but kept repeating in his mind, go slow, go slow.
As Angela's vagina worked to accommodate Marco, she felt the pain recede and immense pleasure increase. Her nerve endings were already sensitive from her two climaxes and now they were going into overload.
Angela felt her virginity disappear and the brief pain spurned her on. She grabbed Marco's hips and pulled him down onto her as she thrust her hips up into him. Marco's quick reflexes were a large part of what kept him alive on Eldorado that first year, and he instantly thrust down as hard as he could! As he bottomed out, he couldn't help but moan out his pleasure.
"Oh, Oh, Angela you feel incredible!"
Angela couldn't believe how compete she felt with Marco all inside her. It was a feeling she hoped would last forever.
"More Marco, I need more, make love to me."
Marco started out slow after her encouragement; but soon picked up the pace. It seemed obvious to do so; especially as Angela moaned her encouragement. Marco was enjoying himself immensely, savoring the feeling of his cock moving in and out of Angela. What he didn't realize, however; was that his movements were bringing Angela close to her first vaginal orgasm. Angela was desperate to cum, and did the only thing she could think of to spur Marco on. She pulled at his back, dragging her fingers along his skin, as hard as she could.
Marco felt the pain and his subconscious brain recognized the cause, it was Angela's primal need. Marco immediately began slamming his cock into Angela, who continued to pant, anxious to get release.
Marco thought he would lose his mind from the lust overwhelming him. Angela was now desperate for release and then wham! It hit her!
A wordless scream left her mouth as her whole body was consumed with the greatest pleasure Angela had ever felt. She clung on to Marco and he stopped moving. Her legs wrapped him tight, pressing his stiff shaft, pressed to the far end of her cunt. Her arms squeezed his chest, tight against her tits. Marco could feel however, her vagina pulsing around his cock and the feeling was magnificent. She then redoubled her efforts, pulled on the hair on the back of his head. Marco went into a frenzy moving so fast it became a blur. Their coupling was so intense, the world collapsed into two sweating bodies, trying to merge together into one.
Marco could feel two things at that moment. Angela trembling beneath him about to have another orgasm, and the freight train of his orgasm gaining so much momentum it was about to jump the tracks. Marco's orgasm blasted out of his cock, both figuratively and literally. He pounded her cervix while shooting a spray of jizz, as his climax rolled through his body. It was so intense he almost blacked out. It was all he could do to keep as much of his weight off of Angela as he savored the moment.
Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked down at Angela. At first, he thought her asleep as she had a look of total serenity. This was in such contrast to the multiple contortions her face went through when she orgasmed. He had not viewed the last one, but he could imagine it was similar. He felt so much pride in being able to bring her such pleasure. Once again, he marveled at how unbelievable, making love to Angela was. It was certainly worth the wait!
Marco continued to study her face, and then Angela opened her eyes. Marco could not believe the love that he saw in her eyes. Her intense gaze melted away everything that came before now in Marco's life.
No thoughts of overcrowded, over-controlled earth.
No thoughts of pain or loneliness from his five long years of toil.
No thoughts of anything but a bright future with Angela here on Eldorado.
Angela opened her eyes and could only see Marco staring down at her. She was trying to regain her breath, after her spectacular climax. She was stunned as his gaze stopped all function. She knew the mail order bride route was a risk. She also knew that life on Earth would be a dreadful existence. That route only had oppression and emptiness. The look in Marco's eyes told her she had made the right choice. Angela's future was free to enjoy with this incredible man. It didn't matter that she had only known him for a few hours, she felt the bond as the two of them became one.
They saved themselves for each other. They didn’t have to, yet this was a gift the both cherished, and it secured their bond and commitment, for life.
Based on a post by Farmer jill
