He worked his cock in and out, enjoying the hot, tight clasp of her ass and her tiny whimpers. Trish was used to taking his cock up her backside, but Jordan usually didn’t take his time the way he did now. It was obviously not comfortable for her while simultaneously being pleasurable, and every little whimper he wrung from her throat made his cock harder.
Fucking Trish’s hot little ass while talking over mundane matters with Marek was strangely enjoyable. Not that fucking her ass wasn’t always enjoyable, but he hadn’t thought he’d like being even a little distracted from her.
And he could watch Marek’s cock sliding in and out of Laura, while Marek watched him and Trish, and both could appreciate the women’s hot, gripping holes while still getting work done. Not very much work, but they had the time.
Trish was thrilled to hear the orphanage had received—and listened—to her message. So far, she and Jordan weren’t sure if any of her messages had gone through to Alex and Bella, who had both spoken on the vids about Trish, obviously worried. No one was sure if Alex and Bella remembered that Trish had chosen to stay on Earth.
Right now, she was having trouble concentrating on any of that, though, because of the smooth, aching glide of Jordan’s cock in and out of her ass.
She gripped Laura’s hand tightly, both women caught up in the hot pleasure as well as the aching burn of discomfort. Normally, anal sex was uncomfortable anyway, but the burning stretch of her less-used hole added to the pleasure. Now, with the long, slow ride Jordan took, her narrow passage was a bitraw, as though it became more sensitive with every deliberately lingering pump of his cock.
This wasn’t how Trish had imagined working for Marek.
But she couldn’t deny she was incredibly turned on.
Having Jordan use her ass for his pleasure, his hands gripping her hips, and her inability to thrust up at him because her toes barely brushed the floor, had her pussy creaming. Her nipples felt ready to drill holes into the wooden table beneath her.
“What do you think Trish? Are we ready to greet our newest citizens?”
“Yes!” She gasped the word out as her anus spasmed around Jordan’s cock. Her pussy quivered emptily, aching with envy despite the discomfort. “Do we really have to talk about this now?” Her voice came out as a whine.
Smack!
Trish moaned as her ass tightened again, right as he thrust inward, intensifying the sensation of his cock’s friction against her sensitive nerves, her ass cheek stinging where he’d spanked her. Beside her and Jordan, Marek chuckled, and Laura’s hand gripped Trish’s tighter.
“I agree with Trish,” Laura said, and then gasped as Marek thrust into her tight ass, hard. “It’s a little hard to concentrate like this.”
Chuckling, both men ignored the ladies’ requests and continued with the steady rhythm of thrusts in and out of their tight holes, and Trish and Laura gasped and writhed between snippets of conversation.
Jordan’s pace began to pick up, and Trish moaned as he moved harder, faster, her toes curling so they didn’t touch the floor as the steady stream of pleasure began to increase.
Now the men weren’t up for talking, either. Both women let out cries of discomfort and passion as Jordan and Marekroughly reamed their rear entries, side by side, in erotic synchrony.
Hot ecstasy bubbled up inside her, like a wave that had been held back and was now being released to cascade through her body. The intensity of the sensation had tears sliding down her cheeks and onto the table as she clenched and writhed on Jordan’s ravaging cock.
At the same time, the men let out loud groans of their own pleasure, and Trish sobbed out her passion as her bowels were flooded with Jordan’s cum.
The orphanage’s new building on Earth was admittedly not as nice as the house Trish and Jordan now lived in, but nicer than the accommodations the Moon had provided. For one, there was a yard with a playground the children could run around in and enough rooms that they only had to share with one other child.
The children and workers had only arrived a few hours ago and the kids were already adjusting; it was the adults who were more nervous, and that was Trish’s job. She calmed them and explained that everyone in the district had been informed they werenotto bother any of the new arrivals—as long as they stayed in the district, they would remain unmolested.
Cora and Trace had reinforced Marek’s decisions with their own voices. For now, the Earthers were to leave the Moonies alone. If Earthers wanted to meet Moonies, they could approach and do so, but under no circumstances was anyone to engage in the ‘Taking’ practice commonly used on Earth.
The Earthers had snorted at the idea of wanting to take any of the newly arrived Moonies, so they’d agreed quickly enough.
It would have probably been unlikely anyway, with all the biases both sides had toward each other, but she wasn’t taking any chances. The kids needed the adults they’d traveled with, and the orphanage workers weren’t the usual run of Moonies, either. Most of them didn’t fit the pampered, corrupt, and self-involved perception the Earthers had of them.
The first week or so, the Moonies and Earthers eyed each other warily, with the Moon refugees mostly staying at the orphanage, but some interaction was necessary, and both sides started to relax.
By the second week, the Moonies at the orphanage were blending in nicely with the Earthers and were there to help with the next small wave newcomers arriving—mostly family members and friends of the orphanage workers and people they’d warned. Things had grown more unsettled on the Moon, and some had heeded the warnings and got out while they could.
The influx of people kept Trish and Jordan busy in their respective areas, which was an adjustment. He didn’t like to be separated from her, but, occasionally, it was necessary. Any day when they had to work apart for a while, Trish could expect to be greeted with a hard kiss, his hands all over her body as he checked her over, and then to be dragged into a vacant room for a quick, possessive fuck.
Well, into a vacant area unless Laura or Marek were the only other ones nearby. If it was just them, Jordan would usually fuck Trish then and there.
When she and Jordan were together, he always had his hands on her, which wasn’t different from before, except now Trish was occasionally treated to some of the Moonies’ expressions of surprise when they saw her with him.
The newcomers seemed to be adjusting to the graphic sexuality in Marek’s main headquarters, though. One of the Moonie men running the orphanage had found himself ratheraggressively propositioned by one of the Earther women. She didn’t kidnap him, but she did keep dragging him off and seducing him. The other people from the Moon were torn between being appalled or amused—and some were both. Trish had checked in with the man at the orphanage to reassure herself he was perfectly happy with the situation.
