Page 21 of Please and Tease (Sweet Treats 6)

But the filth of the situation is overwhelming for all of us, and we don’t last long.

“It’s coming,” Andrew warns in a low growl. “Oh shit, it’s –”

He’s cut off by Aaron’s roar. Hot jets of spunk fill my behind and I let out a yelp of surprise. It’s gushy and warm, and his spurts are so strong that he must be shooting deep into my GI tract.

Meanwhile, Aaron is on the receiving end as well. Hot jets of Andrew’s spunk fill his back cavern, and if his wrinkle is behaving like mine, then it’s pulsing and spasming with pleasure, pulling the virile seed deep inside.

“Unnnh!” Aaron grunts. “Oh fuck baby!”

I have no idea if he’s talking about me or Andrew, but it doesn’t matter. Hot tingles run from my kitty to the tips of my fingers and toes, as my sweetness pulses and convulses with need.

“Yes!” I squeal. “Ooooh, yes!”

Gallons of fluid are pumped into two holes. Our back rings contract again and again, squeezing those firehoses dry. Hot kisses are exchanged, and breathy murmurs of praise uttered as we sate ourselves on each other’s bodies.

When I finally slip off Aaron’s thickness, I’m stretched and raw but in a good way. Immediately, he reaches over to stroke my red pucker, testing the ravaged wrinkle with a concerned look.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a low voice. “You’re going to be limping tomorrow.”

I giggle slightly because he hasn’t gotten off Andrew yet.

“Yes, but you’ll be limping too,” I say saucily. “I guess we’ll both need tongue baths down there to feel better.”

The two men grin at me, and suddenly, that feeling of well-being floods over my frame again. Yes, I just met Aaron and Andrew a few hours ago, and yet I feel totally at home with them. A man’s seed is dripping from my asshole down my thigh, but it’s okay. They love it; I love it; and that’s all that matters.

10

Naomi

Six months later.

I wait in the foyer for Andrew and Aaron’s impending arrival. My hand strokes my belly nervously, even though I know I shouldn’t be nervous. Andrew and Aaron are good men. They’ll do right by me and my baby no matter what.

Because after that initial encounter in their suite, we engaged in three months of debauchery. I didn’t see other men as Aaron and Andrew plowed me again and again each night in their suite. Of course, they plowed each other too, but that only aroused me more. I love seeing them with each other, two hard male bodies straining and grunting before releasing with pleasure.

But no good thing lasts forever because soon enough, Aaron and Andrew were called on a job. It was bound to happen. They work full-time, and while truckers definitely take breaks between long jobs, it was going to happen sooner or later. Besides, they’d already been on vacation for three months. It was time to get back on the road.

Even more so because Aaron and Andrew were called to deliver a load of face masks to a tiny fishing village in Alaska. With corona virus rampant, everyone is afraid of getting sick. The risk isn’t great in our little city, but evidently, the village in Alaska was at increased risk because they’re a tour destination for Chinese visitors. The visitors like to see how ancient Native Americans live, and there’s a thriving industry showing Chinese tourists the intricacies of indigenous life.

I felt terrible about the whole thing, even if it was selfish of me.

“But what if you get corona virus?” I asked desperately, clinging to Aaron’s arm. “A lot of the people who’ve gotten sick recently are medical workers. Doctors and nurses are exposed while they’re trying to help patients, and these stats are underreported.”

“I know,” Aaron says somberly while patting my arm. “But it’s the right thing to do. We want to help people, sweetheart. Besides, we’re not going to see patients. We’re merely dropping off a truckload of face masks with the local community center for distribution to village residents. I doubt we’re going to see anyone other than the transport manager.”

“I know, but still,” I said urgently, turning to Andrew this time. “It’s a long drive, and I can’t believe you’re going to be gone so long! I mean, this is out of that show Ice Road Truckers!”

It was Andrew’s turn to try and reassure me.

“Yes, Naomi, it’s just like Ice Road Truckers because that’s what we’re doing. We’re hauling goods to a remote fishing village that’s going to require us to drive over long, dangerous, and icy roads. But it’s okay. Aaron and I have done this before, and it’s going to be fine. We’re always very safe, and you don’t need to fret.”

But I can’t quell the anxiety in my breast.

“I’m just concerned,” I say in a rushed voice. “I know you’ve driven this route before, but why now? Why again?”

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