Mail Order Menage (3 page)

“How long til he writes back and we know? I don’t ever want to go back to that factory! All the girls, they know. They all know! And the twins. I guess they were trying to help me, but it hurt so much, seeing him with them. And his face, it was so cold and different. It was like a different man entirely.”

“You can leave tomorrow. I know it’s fast, but I have the train ticket in my room. We can run to the mercantile and then pack your trunk. George sent you the ticket and ten dollars.”

“And at least I got some beautiful things for my trousseau!”

They went to the store.  Marina looked through the premade dresses with a smile.  She’d never been able to buy a dress that was already made before, and today she had enough money to buy two of them.

Jasmine picked out a pretty lavender dress, with a full skirt, and held it up to Marina. “Oh, this color will look so pretty on you.”

“And the fabric is hearty, it will wear well. I have to think of such things now, if I’m going to be a rancher’s wife.”

“Oh Marina, I hate that you’re going away, I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you too, but, maybe this is all for the best, I hate the city and if I had to stay…” She let her words trail off, and Jasmine understood.

She picked up a dark blue dress and showed it to Jasmine. “This would be good for church if my new husband is a church-goer.  I’m not normally, but I guess I will need to be if those things seem to matter to him. I really will be respectable.”

“Just promise you’ll still write to your fallen sister, no matter what?”

“I swear!”

Chapter Two

Marina got off the train in Billings and looked around her.  She knew she still had a long stagecoach ride to go, but she was interested in where she’d be living.  The coach was waiting for her, so she walked over and put her bag on the top.  According to her ticket, she would spend a night in a small town called Smoke Lodge and arrive in Hope Springs the following morning.  Even through her exhaustion, she was excited to meet George and get married. The long train ride had given her lots of time to reflect on Michael and the mistakes she’d made. She was determined to be a proper bride for George, to thank him for the new life she was going to make for herself.

When she got into the stagecoach, she realized she’d be riding with two men, both of them young and handsome.  “Where are ya headed, ma’am?” the blond man asked.  His eyes spent a lot longer than was proper on her breasts.

“Hope Springs.  I’m a mail order bride and meeting my future husband there.”  She smoothed her skirt down, simply to have something to do.  “Where are you headed?”

“We’re stopping in Smoke Lodge,” the darker one told her.

She nodded to both of them, and settle into the seat across from them and let the motion of the coach rock her to sleep.

She knew she was dreaming, so let herself be bold. She would have to be so proper with her new husband, so she let herself fantasize. Ever since her experience with Michael, she’d found herself fascinated by men’s penises.  She couldn’t help but glance down at the men’s laps to try to see the bulges in their pants.  As she stared, the darker man’s penis started growing in his pants, and her eyes widened.

The stagecoach was moving fast by that point, and she swallowed hard as she met the darker man’s eyes.  He cupped himself and stroked his member through his pants.  “Does that feel good?” Marina asked.  She was so curious about penises, wondering how they felt to the men and what they would feel like in her hand. She was so mad that Michael used her, and didn’t even let her at least explore her curiosity.

He laughed.  “It would feel better if you came over here and sat on my lap while we rode.”  The tone of his voice made it clear he wanted her, it was the same thickening, raspy tone that happened to Michael. In her dream state, it almost sounded like him, like how it should have gone with him. She tried to guide her dream back to propriety, but she burned hot on the inside, and shivered.

“You mean let you poke it in me?”  She shook her head.  “I don’t even know your name!”  She was tempted, though.  It would be nice to see if it hurt again before she met George, and George did want an adventurous widow. At least that’s what Jasmine had said.  Maybe she didn’t need to be that proper with him. 

“I’m Sam and this is my friend, Brian.”  He unbuttoned the front of his slacks, letting his cock pop free.  “Now you know my name.  Come ride me, sweetheart.”  He gave his cock a stroke, making it grow even harder.

Marina stared at his member, standing up proud from his lap.  They were out of town, so no one would see them through the windows, but if she let Sam poke her would Brian want a turn?  “I’m Marina,” she told them as she moved across the seat to Sam, finally relaxing into her delicious dream and making the decision to give him a try.  What could it hurt?  She lifted her skirt as she moved across the open space settling on his lap facing him, her knees on either side of his hips.  “Like this?”

Sam nodded smiling.  “Just like that, darlin’.”  He reached down and guided his member to her entrance, and when he was positioned right, he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down embedding himself fully inside her.  “You’re awfully tight.”

She held onto his shoulders, realizing she’d been wet just from staring at their laps.  The stagecoach hit a rut in the road, bouncing her up and down, and she moaned loudly.  “That feels so good!”  It didn’t hurt at all.  She hoped George liked to have relations, because she could see herself staying after him to do this with her.

Sam grinned.  “The best thing about sex in a stagecoach is the road does most of the work for you.”  His hands were on her hips, working her up and down on him. 

Marina was self-conscious about the noises she wanted to make with another man in the coach with them, but when she glanced over at Brian, he was sitting with his cock in his lap, stroking it.  She wondered if he’d want to take a turn with her as well.  And she wondered if she’d want to let him.  The idea was certainly appealing, but how would it feel to have both of them pounding into her one after the other?

Sam cupped her breasts in his hands, bringing her attention back to the man inside her.  She could feel the tension building in her box again, wondering where it would lead.  Her breaths came faster and faster until she was panting, feeling that she was about to burst, and suddenly he gave a grunt and buried himself inside her one last time before throwing his head back and stopping.

She sat for a moment frustrated that she hadn’t found what she’d been looking for.  She could feel his juices leaking out of her, and she wanted to scream.  What was it that she was waiting for?  What was supposed to happen to her?

She looked over at Brian, still stroking his member and staring at her.  Without a second’s hesitation, she lifted herself off of Sam and aligning herself with Brian’s cock, she lowered herself onto him.  She moaned, immediately raising and lowering herself, trying to find the elusive sensation again.  Alas, it was beyond her.  Brian let out a yell, and spilled his seed.

She sat on his lap for a moment, more frustrated than she’d ever imagined being.  If this was how sex worked, she really didn’t understand what Jasmine liked about it so much.  Finally, she moved off his lap and back to her seat, using her petticoat to clean herself, not meeting the gaze of either of the men.  They’d reached their pleasure, but hadn’t let her reach hers.  Hadn’t they ever heard the term, “Ladies first?” Even in her dreams, she couldn’t find the release that Jasmine assured her was possible.

~ * ~ * ~

  She woke suddenly, flushed, with both men staring at her. There was a hunger in their eyes, so she stayed awake the rest of the drive, not trusting herself to keep it a dream. Not another word was spoken between Marina and the two men in the coach with her. 

Once she was in her hotel for the evening, she asked for a bath to be brought to her room.  She was so dirty from her travels, and she wanted to be fresh for George.  As she bathed, she played with her little pleasure button, seeing if she could make the magic she was feeling finish, but it just didn’t seem to work for her.  She just felt more and more frustrated.

She went to bed angry with the world hoping against hope that George would have the answers and be able to make her body sing with satisfaction.

Chapter Three

It was only another two hours the following morning before they reached Hope Springs.  When she got out of the stage coach, there was a lone man standing waiting.  He had dark hair, almost black, and brown eyes.  He was also huge.  The biggest man she’d ever seen in her life. 

“Are you Marina?” the man asked.  His voice was deep and sent a tingle up her spine. 

Marina nodded hesitantly. “George?” Did she finally find the man whose wife she was destined to be? 

He took her hand in his and raised it to his lips. “The preacher is waiting for us, let’s go get married.” 

George got her trunk down off the top of the stagecoach with the help of the driver and put it in the back of his wagon, and then came back to her to take her hand and go see the preacher with her.  He paused and looked at her sheepishly. He reached behind the seat and pulled out a small bundle of flowers.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, but I thought you’d want some flowers for the ceremony.”

She accepted them gratefully, they were lovely and it put her at ease.  “Thank you,” she mumbled softly.

The preacher was smiling from ear to ear as he performed the ceremony.  When he told George he could kiss the bride, he wrapped Marina in his arms and lifted her off her feet, his tongue going into her mouth deeply to tangle with hers. It stole her breath away, and she kissed him back with all the passion that was stored up inside her.  Would George be the man to make her explode with pleasure?

He finally lowered her to the floor and handed the preacher some money.  He took her hand and led her out of the church without a backward glance.  He said nothing to her until they were on the road out of town.  Once they were about five minutes out, he pulled to the side of the road, and jumped down from the wagon, taking her hand and pulling her down with him.

“What are we doing?” she asked uncertainly.  Why was he stopping in the middle of nowhere?  This couldn’t be where he lived!

He laughed.  “What do you think we’re doing?  I’m about to fuck your brains out, girl.”

Marina couldn’t decide if she should be shocked or not. He gave her a church wedding, and provided her with a lovely little boquet of flowers. But he spoke so crudely to her. At least Michael had spoken like a gentleman to her. Like a gentleman who wanted to turn her into a whore. George might be crude, but he married her, and was going to give her a home.

“Now?  But I thought we’d wait until tonight, once we got back to the ranch.”  He lowered the back of the wagon and picked her up by the waist setting her on the edge of it. 

“Don’t worry.  I’ll fuck you there, too. Besides, I want privacy for our first time together.”  He unfastened the front of his pants and when his cock sprang free she stared in shock. 

They wouldn’t have privacy in his home?  “That thing is huge!”  She shook her head.  “There’s no way it’s going to fit.”  She swallowed hard, but felt herself grow wet. She wondered if he’d let her touch it. It wouldn’t fit, but she sure wanted him to try. 

He simply pushed her to her back in the wagon and climbed up beside her.  “We’ll make it fit.”  His lips lowered to hers and he kissed her the way he had in the church, but this time one hand cupped her breast, while his other lifted up her skirt. Her skin flamed, and she moaned against his mouth.  He spent just a moment playing between her legs, gently flicking her node and making sure she was wet and ready for him.  “I promise, I’ll usually take more time, but I’ve gotta have you now. I could have waited, but you are so pretty.”

Marina just nodded, that was something Michael never did, and he certainly hadn’t bothered to prepare her like George was.

He moved between her legs, using one hand to guide his huge cock toward her entrance.  She tensed herself, expecting intense pain as soon as he tried to enter her.  She put her hands on his shoulders, unsure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.  “I’m scared,” she told him honestly.

He grinned.  “I’ll try to make it good for you now, but you’ll get used to it.”  He pushed hard, not giving her a chance to panic, filling her to the hilt, watching her face as the pain warred with the pleasure. He gave her a moment to get used to his cock filling her, and for her to start shifting in pleasure, before pumping in and out of her.  Never before had a man filled her like that, and she spent a moment in shock staring up at him, but then she wrapped her legs around his waist to urge him on. 

The building sensation started again, and she moaned moving her head against the hard wagon bed.  “It feels so good!”  She hoped he would keep going for long enough for whatever was supposed to happen to actually happen!

He laughed softly.  “You’re the tightest woman I’ve ever fucked.  You may not be a virgin, but you certainly haven’t done much of this.”  His words were strained as he kept moving inside her, enjoying her facial expression, which was half between pleasure and pain.

The pressure and pleasure built up inside her and she lost control, writhing against him. Within moments she squealed, her back arching and her hips lifting him off the bed of the wagon.  She dug her fingers into his back through his shirt, wondering if a man would ever undress before he poked inside her.  He pumped hard a few more times and groaned as he spurted his seed into her.

He lay atop her for a moment, and then rolled to his side.  “See?  I told you.  I wasn’t too big after all, was I?”  He smiled at her, knowing she’d enjoyed it just as much as he had. He gently stroked her face with his hand.

“I’m glad you were able to enjoy yourself. I figure it won’t be awkward between us now. Plus, as you might imagine, you go a long time between women out here.”