Randie leaned in to hug her mom, Tess. In shock-recollection, Randie locked her body. She quickly wondered if her mother could pick up the musky odor of Victor’s asshole and scrotum coming from her face.
As Tess released from the hug, a glint in her eye confirmed detection. Palms down, she reached her hands out, grabbing both of her daughter’s wrists. She gently pulled Randie back in – and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek.
This was deliberate, of course.
At the thought of her mother’s knowledge of her carnal exploits, and Tess’s obvious attraction to the scent of her daughter’s most recent rimjob, Randie’s snatch began to moisten. She was getting wet. If she stood there much longer, her shoes would fill.
Randie cleared her throat and refocused, “I love you mother. I’ll call you later when I get to the beach house.”
“Alright dear. Safe travels” Tess responded.
As Tess turned, she felt a swift breeze hit her long thin legs. A jet of air shot up her skirt, passing through the wet spot on her panties. The cold sensation it created made her shudder. Like her young daughter, the interchange had stirred the heat in her.
Randie was a beautiful young actress at Peppertree Theatre. A petite thin stature gave her an advantage with casting. Anyone who had ever seen her on stage would say she was nothing less than amazing. Amazing at her craft, and just plain amazing to look at.
Her eyes were hazel, with soft touches of blue. She had a cute button-nose dotted with light freckles, and soft, full lips. Large, pearly white teeth finished a look, which was close to perfection. All of this beauty was framed with the cutest brunette Bob-style haircut.
After leaving her studio apartment for the beach, Randie tried Victor’s phone, only to get his voicemail:
“Hello, this is Victor. Leave a message, or hang up now.”
She hung up.
Earlier in the day, before meeting up with her mother, Randie had been with Victor at the Lands Motel, behind the DMV in Proctor. The room was rented for the sole purpose of the rimjob. She was already inside waiting, when Victor knocked on the door of room 314. Long, heavy red curtains were drawn closed across two large planes of glass. This, darkened the room almost entirely.
As she opened the door, Victor pushed in, past Randie, and set a six-pack of beer on the dresser – which also served as a TV stand. This was part of the routine. She welcomed his command of the room.
Victor had been working a hot, sweaty construction job all morning. His balls and ass were primed for young Randie’s face. Upon his arrival at work earlier today, he’d used the port-a-potty set up on the job, so his undercarriage was quite greasy. On the days he wasn’t meeting Randie at the Lands, with the knowledge he wasn’t going to cum in her presence later in the day, Victor would sit inside the plastic outhouse and masturbate.
The odors inside the green waste receptacle made him horny. Inhaling these things made his mouth water, which to him, was a little bit weird. He figured it was because he thought humans were so empowered – to be able to produce so much from their own bodies.
Victor had never considered himself gay, but the sight of the long flaccid cock drawn in Sharpie ink on the inside wall of the porta-john also aroused him. Below it, was a scribbled phone number and an offer for a blowjob.
Sitting on the toilet seat above the catch-basin, with his jeans down on top of his steel-toed boots, Victor would often keep his fuckstick pointing upward between his thighs. He’d spit a dollop of saliva onto the head of his cock and rub it around the bulbous head. He would continue to spit, until he had a squishy froth going. When the rush of orgasm was upon him, he would either spread his legs real quick and push his cock downward, into the bowl – or jump up real fast – and shoot his hot jets of jism into the urine catch. Both were fun and acceptable to him.
Randi was watching Victor, but he never made eye-contact. She was sitting on the edge of the motel bed, fully clothed. Victor reached down, untied his boots, and kicked them off. After, he loosened his belt and dropped his jeans. Except for his socks, he was naked from the waist down.
Victor was a specimen. A swimmer’s build, but with more muscle than had ever been seen on any swimmer. Black shiny hair, which gave him away as a young man. Almost black colored eyes too. One thing that stood out, was how strong his hands appeared. Veiny, and always halfway toward a grip.
His young backside was damn-near perfect, and his balls were larger than most. In the Marines, the guys in his platoon labeled him “horse nuts.” A beautiful root sat above this amazing scrotum. At just past seven inches in length, if thrusting deep, Victor could hit the back of most vaginas. His cock was very girthy, and he knew how to use it. On several occasions, one-night stands turned into stalkers.
Randie laid back on the bed, feet still flat on the floor. Wearing just a gray t-shirt and socks, Victor opened a beer, took a sip, and sat next to Randi. In an instant, he threw his legs up over his head and shoved the neck of the beer bottle into his ass. The carbonation inside the bottle forced the beer into Victor’s anus. Feeling immense pressure, he clamped his man-cunt shut, and rolled over onto Randie’s face. Her waiting mouth opened in anticipation of what was to come.
With his hands on Randie’s thighs, Victor released. Beer, some cold, and some warm – warmed by Victor’s innards – filled young Randi’s mouth. A drink before dinner.
If you like what you’ve read, kindly let me know – Lawrence
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