Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 04

"And it then tastes so good; why did I suggest that I wanted to be a good guest?"

"Hm-hmm! We still have plenty of time for you to be a bad guest."

"My choice next time."

"Um-hmm, but now mine, ... in the living room."

She turned and led him out of the kitchen with his cock still in her hand. He sat down on the chair again, and she dropped to her knees and lowered her head over his cock. She sucked and licked, massaging his balls, as the fingers of her other hand found her pussy. When his sack drew up, she rose up and this time immediately got her feet on the chair beside his hips and guided his cock into her slippery pussy. They both moaned as she sank down on it, sitting on his lap. She chuckled softly as her pussy squeezed his cock and murmured:

"Just like I wanted, just to sit here and feel your cock in my pussy ... and squeeze it ..." and she did again: "... and do anything else I want. Hm-hmm!"

"Hmm?! I'm afraid to ask."

"Have you suck my nipples, and kiss me ... real good - but just 'making love'?"

"That will be easy," he interjected.

" ... and, ... well, you don't have to do anything else, really; I just want to feel you in me."

She paused, and her pussy squeezed his cock again. She continued:

"Like that, something better for it to hold, ... while I just sit here."

"Hm-hmm! Still sounds easy, ... and very good. Feels good already."

"Um-hmmmm!"

Her pussy squeezed his cock again, and they nodded with smirks. Then she added:

"Oh, if you want to do something else, you can rub my asshole."

"Mmmm! While I'm sucking your nipples and - no - or kissing you?"

"Uhm-hmmm! ... If it isn't asking too much?"

"Don't think so. Are you going to sit still?"

"Hm-hmm! As still as I can."

They both snickered. His hand slipped down over her ass. He snickered again and murmured:

"No one ever told me she wanted all that."

"You probably already were or knew."

"Maybe, but it is nice to be told, ... rather than just hoping I was doing what she wanted."

"Hmm! Stop talking and do what else I want to make my pussy do that without my having to think about it."

His fingers found her asshole. She chuckled and said:

"Yes, rub ... my asshole. Hmm? Don't think I ever said that word."

He did, and more, making her pussy squeeze his cock. She snickered with a nod and murmured:

"If my mother could hear me?!"

"I hope not."

"Hm-hmm! Or see me. She's always been a little worried -- since I didn't marry -- that maybe I wasn't so interested in men."

"Want me to tell her?"

Randi shook her head with grin, and and let his finger probe, responding with a pleased moan, and his cock twitched in response to her pussy's clutching. She put her arms around his neck and started a kiss, her tongue immediately worming its way between his lips and teeth. As he sucked, their tongues entwining, and then they were in her mouth, and she was sucking. His fingers were having the desired effect, making his cock surge. His other hand found her breast and pinched and twisted her nipple, making her moan, until she released his tongue and murmured:

"That too; suck the other one."

She loosed her hold around his neck and leaned back, offering her breast. He lowered his head and found its stiff nipple with his mouth, sucking and nibbling, not just with his lips, his teeth holding and and pulling on it. She gave a sharper moan, and her pussy tightened on his cock, but she encouraged him, murmuring:

"Oooh! Like that! Both of them."

He obliged her with his fingers and mouth, and a finger of his other hand accepted the invitation of her twitching asshole to probe. "Uhnn! Yes!" she agreed, and it slipped further each time her asshole relaxed, her pussy tightening on his cock when it clutched his finger.

"Uhn-hn-hnn!" she responded, as the tip of his finger wiggled in her. Her pelvis began to twitch, moving his cock in her pussy, and they both moaned, continuing to moan as his mouth and fingers continued to arouse her - and her twitching pussy aroused him. Her hips began to move more vigorously.

He wondered how long she could stand just rocking her hips on his lap, humming as he enjoyed the sensations on his cock and waiting to find out. Finally, her arms tightened around his neck, forcing his head up from her breast, and she blurted out:

"Oh God! I can't stand it any longer. Fuck! I have to fuck you!"

Her arms pressed down on his shoulders and her hips began to ride up and down on his cock. Involuntarily, when her hips dropped down, his finger plunge as far as it could into her asshole.

"God, yes!" she responded, and then her hips were moving up and down on both his cock and finger. His cock was surging and twitching in her clutching pussy, and then he couldn't keep his hips still. They rocked up to meet hers, as he groaned with her.

God, he had to come again, he thought, wondering if he could, if she could without his coming. She could - and did, as violently as he could imagine, with as much warm pussy juice as he could imagine - and then he came finally, to his relief, as she slumped against him. He hugged her to him with one arm and then slowly slipped his finger out of her asshole, and held her ass.

It was a minute or two before they recovered. Finally, she raised her head from his shoulder and with a snort murmured:

"As long as your cock is still in me, we're 'making love'. Thank you."

In another situation, her aggressive kiss could have been the start of 'making love', but now it was sort of a postscript, confirming with her tongue what his cock had done, and then his doing the same in her mouth. But then her pussy tightened again, and his cock slipped out. They both snorted, and murmured together: "not any more."

They chuckled, and she sat back, and they smiled at each other. He hummed and murmured:

"But we sure were."

"And how! Thank you, ... again."

"'And how!'" he repeated: Thank you!"

"No 'thanks'; it was my idea, ... and so good."

"Couldn't have been better than it was for me, ... especially since I didn't think it could be again."

"Hmm! Wicked, sinful me, making you have to do it again."

"Hm-hmm! Making me have to enjoy it again! Just wicked, not sinful."

"I'm going to kiss you, anyway."

She did, and he did; again, just the tips of their tongues caressing each other for a moment. Then she snorted and murmured:

"I'm too old to be sitting like this so long; help me up."

"Not 'too old', just unfortunately not in training."

"That, for sure."

They chuckled, and he helped her raise her hips, holding them as she got her feet back on the floor, and then until she was steady on them. He snorted and murmured:

"Funny, that young guys think they have to be on top and do everything."

"Um-hmm, when the girls know better what they need."

"Hmm! You sure did."

"Um-hmm! But only since I met you and Lisbet, ... met her like this."

"Hmm?! Nice; it's all her fault."

"Um-hmm, nice; so we're just willing partners."

"Very willing ones."

They chuckled, and he stood up. Since she didn't move back, he embraced her. She nodded, holding them together with her arms around his waist. For a few moments, they enjoyed the sensation of their bodies' being clasped together. Then they separated, smiling slightly at each other.

"What now?" she asked.

"Too early for bed? A beer? I suppose we could wash, but it's kind of nice to feel ..., well, like we're not that fastidious."

"Um-hmm. A beer. And then maybe we can go to sleep."

"Hm-hmm! And if we can't, don't expect anything else."

"I won't. A beer."

They smiled and went to the kitchen. He opened two beers, and with skaals they drank from the bottles. They drank them in silence, just smiling at each other, finishing them more quickly than they would have in company. When their bottles were empty, they smiled and went to the bathroom, where she used the toilet, while he used the washbasin. As he washed his cock, she murmured:

"Maybe I'll want to do that too, tomorrow, like in the shower."

Then she joined him, just wiping her pussy with her damp washcloth. Still silent, they went in the bedroom. She drew back the covers and lay down. He joined her and drew the covers up over them, and they got comfortable. When he put his arm around her, she nodded and murmured:

"I won't tell you long it has been since I slept someone - really slept, all night."

"I didn't ask, ... and this wasn't our idea."

"But a very nice one, ... the nicest I could imagine."

"Um-hmm, for me too."

He added the common Norwegian expressions:

"Thank you for the day. Thank you for the evening."

"Hm-hmm! And the same to you," she replied, the usual response in Norwegian.

She squeezed his hand, that had found her breast. He held her a little closer and blew a warm breath on the back of her neck. She murmured:

"Uhmmm, nice, good night."

"Good night. Sleep well."

"You too."

As he was relaxing, he felt her hand leave his and then feel it slid over her hip and down between them, her fingers finding his soft cock. He squeezed her breast, recalling that the daughter sleeping behind him had also usually wanted to go to sleep with her hand cupped around his cock and balls. He expected then another soft comment from Randi, but not what she then murmured:

"Hm-hmm! I dreamt a couple of nights ago that I had fallen asleep with your cock in my mouth, just soft like this;" her fingers moved on it: " ... just like a child sucking its thumb to go to sleep, recalling that I did."

"Hmm? What was I doing in your dream?"

"Nothing, ... that I can remember. ... Oh, I kind of knew that we had been doing it to each other. You know how dreams are. I guess we just stayed that way and fell asleep."

"Can't remember that ever happening, ... maybe waking up from a dream thinking someone was, but not all soft then."

"Hmm! I guess not."

"It's not likely to do anything now, even if you did have it in your mouth."

"Your thigh is always a nice pillow."

"Yours, too, just the right size."

"Hmmm? May I try it? Oh, I know we can't sleep like that, won't stay like that, ... but when else can I relive a dream. ... I sort of have been all day."

"Um-hmm, me too, ... not so much reliving any dreams, just that it all has been one."

"Um-hmm, thank you."

"Thank you. If you want to. I like the smell of your warm pussy; can't go to sleep with my tongue in it."

"Hm-hmm! I guess not, and I wasn't thinking that you would, just wanted to be a grown-up little girl with a cock instead of a thumb in my mouth."

"Hm-hm-hmm! I hope no little girls think about that when they have their thumbs in their mouths."

She laughed with him as she rolled over under his arm. She put her arm around him and murmured: "And I wanted to give you a good night kiss."

They kissed lightly, and he replied:

"I should have said that, but what you've suggested sound sort of like one, too."

"Um-hmm."

She began to move around under the covers, and he move down the bed a little, drawing up his thigh, and they got comfortable together. He urged her to move her thigh up past his shoulder and arranged the covers over them. "Um-hmm," she agreed and then repeated: "Good night."

With her arm around his hips, she drew her head further up his thigh and then his soft cock was in her mouth. He also drew her hips closer, murmuring:

"Feels nice. Smells good, too, here; good night."

She nodded. He breathed slowly, enjoying the mild warm scent of her pussy, aware that she was also breathing slowly, as he felt her gently suck on his cock, just rhythmic mild sucks, her tongue moving slightly on the foreskin covering its soft head, just holding it in her mouth. He relaxed, breathing with her, and feeling that she also relaxed, her legs and arm moving slightly as the last tension left them. He wondered if little children continued to suck their thumbs after they fell asleep, wondering if she would, but he fell asleep, himself, before he could discover if she stopped sucking his cock.

He was roused from his sleep when she extended her leg and rolled on her back. He felt her pull the covers back to free her face. In his half-sleep, he assumed that they must have fallen asleep after making love that way, not considering whom he was sleeping with, with whom he had been making love. He was drifting back to sleep again, when Randi murmured:

"Oh, like this? Hm-hmm! Oh! I wanted to do that! I really did it, like in my dream."

By the time she had finished speaking, he was fully awake, a little chagrined that he hadn't immediately known where he was and with whom, and that he had forgotten about her dream and wanting to fall asleep with his cock in her mouth. She rolled back towards him and found his cock again with her hand, chuckling. He nodded and agreed:

"Um-hmm, you really did, and we really did go to sleep with it in your mouth. I was wondering if children still sucked their thumbs in their sleep, but I fell asleep before you stopped, if you did. It was very nice, felt very good."

"Hm-hmm! It did, better than sucking my thumb."

"Also nice, that your dream could come true."

"Um-hmm, very."

She fondled his cock and balls and added:

"Sort of just the way a girl should go to sleep after making love all day."

"Um-hmm, showing that she still loved his cock even when it couldn't do anything more."

"Hm-hmm! Yes! Want me to try again?"

"If you want, but I would like to roll over."

"Hmm, me too. Move over and I'll come back up and we can sleep like before."

"Um-hmm."

She clambered over him, as he moved over in the bed, and they curled up together again with his arm around her, holding her breast. "Nice," she murmured, and he blew a warm breath on the back of her neck again, and they were still, soon sleeping.

5

He was roused from his sleep when she extended her leg and rolled on her back. He felt her pull the covers back to free her face. In his half-sleep, he assumed that they must have fallen asleep after making love that way, not considering whom he was sleeping with, with whom he had been making love. He was drifting back to sleep again, when Randi murmured:

"Oh, like this? Hm-hmm! OH! I wanted to do that! I really did it, like in my dream."

By the time she had finished speaking, he was fully awake, a little chagrined that he hadn't immediately known where he was and with whom, and that he had forgotten about her dream and wanting to fall asleep sucking his cock. She rolled back towards him and found his cock again with her hand, chuckling. He nodded and agreeed:

"Um-hmm, you really did, and we really did go to sleep with it in your mouth. I was wondering if children still sucked their thumbs in their sleep, but I fell asleep, before you stopped, if you did. It was very nice, felt very good."

"Hm-hmm! It did, better than sucking my thumb."

"Also nice, that your dream could come true."

"Um-hmm, very."

She fondled his cock and balls and added:

"Sort of just the way a girl should go to sleep after making love all day."

"Um-hmm, showing that she still loved his cock even when it couldn't do anything more."

"Hm-hmm! Yes! Want me to try again?"

"If you want, but I would like to roll over."

"Hmm, me too. Move over and I'll come back up and we can sleep like before."

"Um-hmm."

She clambered over him, as he moved over in the bed, and they curled up together again with his arm around her, holding her breast. "Nice," she murmured, and he blew a warm breath on the back of her neck again, and they were still, soon sleeping.

In the morning, he woke up from a slightly disturbing dream: his cock was in someone's mouth, but without any response in his dream, making him worry about his potency. Once awake, however, he connected the dream with the previous evening and then wasn't surprised that his cock was stiff, its head nestled between her thighs, recalling immediately that he was in bed with Randi. He snorted slightly, understanding his dream as a consequence of all the sex they had had - and probably would have, wondering if he subconsciously had doubts about being able to satisfy her as often as she might want; she had certainly become more direct about telling him. Whatever, at the moment his cock was stiff and where it should be, like so often before with Britta or Maren - and Lisbet, of course. He could wake her up and let it do what it liked.