Page 22 of Sugar Walls (Sweet Treats 5)

Thus, Gary and I were drafted to help. It made sense. We’ve made the rounds of the girls at the Lodge, and it’s been fantastic. They’re sweet, steamy, and so willing all the time. We’ve even gone out on the road for our jobs and stopped at practically every Lodge in the lower forty-eight states. Yet, we wanted more. Even though we always treat our women with respect and dignity, we want someone permanent. Someone sweet, curvy, round and ready to stay in our lives.

So Sienna and Layla made a suggestion. Clearly, we need a woman who’s resident here, in our little town. Plus, it was clear that Jack wasn’t going to allow Natalie to service itinerant truckers, no matter how much she wanted it. As a result, it made sense for us to initiate Natalie, and to see if we could establish a connection.

After all, the first time is sacred. Often, there are hormones flowing freely, and the first touch of a man’s member deep inside a woman’s sweetness can cause her to lose it. Natalie lost it, definitely. She’s dripping with our seed now and panting hard, as my brother and I enter the bathroom.

“Should we go somewhere nicer?” I ask, looking around at the tiled floor and walls. “We could step into a sitting room nearby.”

Layla assesses the situation. Natalie’s still sitting on the floor, nude and flushed, and I can literally see a dribble of white seed dripping down her thigh. Her eyes open wide when she sees me and Gary, but then she squints a bit at our tattoos. Gary has a roaring tiger and I have a kanji character that means “Eternity” on my hip. She recognizes us from the first weekend she was here, and I’m glad.

“Sure, let’s just move next door,” Layla says. “There’s a room that’s suited for talking.”

The four of us walk next door, and fortunately, there’s no one in the hallway to witness our passing. Once inside, I look around. It’s a small sitting room with comfy, low-slung couches, and a big flat screen TV. There are books on hardwood shelves, and even a spinning globe in one corner.

“Should I put something on?” asks Natalie shyly. One hand is covering her kitty, and her other arm is smashed across her chest. However, her Double Ds are too big and they come squeezing out.

“Not unless you want to,” I say in an offhand manner. “Gary and I are going to stay like this, but we want you to be comfortable. Would you like us to put on some clothes?”

Sugar bites her lips and her cheeks flush. Then she shakes her head and mewls, “No, I like you like this.”

My brother and I laugh.

“Then how about you put your arms down, Sugar?” Gary asks in a low voice. “Let us see your treasures because they’re so sweet.”

Natalie nods, and slowly, her arms come down. Her ripeness is utterly succulent. Those big tits beg to be worshiped, and her kitty is swollen, flushed, and gleaming. As I watch, more white fluid seeps from between her folds, and I feel a sense of pride knowing that that’s our seed.

“I see you’re very comfortable with one another already, so why don’t I leave you now?” purrs Layla. “I think you can figure it out from here.”

“Thanks Layla,” I say, raising my hand in goodbye as she sweeps from the room.

“No problem,” she sings. “Just be sure to say goodbye before you go, Natalie!”

With that, the door shuts, and the three of us are left alone in the small space. The curvy girl looks at us with some hesitation.

“So your names are Gary and Gascon?” she asks tentatively. “I’m Natalie.”

Both my brother and I let out low chuckles.

“Where are our manners?” he asks. “I’m Gary, and this is my brother Gascon. We’re members of Dads and Daughters, which I’m sure you know by now.”

Natalie nods, but then she looks at us curiously.

“But are you long-haul truckers?” she asks. “I’ve lived in this community for my whole life, and I’ve never seen you around.”

“We are,” I confirm. “But we just settled here about six months ago. We’ve been driving our entire lives, but we never had a home base until now.”

“It’s a pretty little town you guys have here,” adds Gary. “It’s gorgeous and the guys at the Lodge are great too.”

“Oh, thank you,” says Natalie slowly while biting her lip. “Do you know my dad, Jack?”

With that, Gary and I let out roars of laughter.

“Do we know Jack? Hell yes, sweetheart. In fact, he’s probably going to blow a gasket when he finds out about us.”

Natalie’s eyes go round, and then to my horror, a sheen forms on them. Oh no. Our little sweetheart is about to begin crying.

My brother steps in.

“Sugar, no need to break down. Jack is fine. You’re fine. Nothing terrible is going to happen.”

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