Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 03

But he had forgotten something else. Randi drew her thighs up to her shoulders, rocking her hips up with a snicker, and demanded softly:

"There too."

Of course, he thought, as his tongue found her asshole. She moaned louder and murmured:

"You know that feels good too. Hm-hmm! I like that, that we both know how that feels - good!"

He nodded with an "uhn-hnnn!" and tried to make it feel as good as he could, as good - maybe better - than she or his wife or daughters had made it feel for him. For sure, Randi let his tongue arouse her asshole for longer than he had with them, or they had aroused his, and its contractions and her aroused moans confirmed her pleasure at what he was doing.

Anything and everything she wanted, he thought, surprised when she chuckled and said:

"I will too, but now lick my pussy."

His tongue returned to it, and she encouraged him, not just with appreciative moans, telling him how good it felt, their eyes meeting a couple of times. But then it was too good for words; she dropped back flat on the table with a more aroused moan, clutching her breasts. He held her hips and looked forward to experiencing her orgasm, knowing it would be a juicy delight for him too. Her pelvis began to twitch, and then with whimpering moans she lost control of her body, her head and shoulders jerking up, as she wet his face with her hot pussy juice.

The moment her spasms stilled, he rose up and plunged his cock in her open pussy.

"Oh God!" she cried out, as her pussy clutched his cock, and then: "Oh, the devil!" a common Norwegian expression, as he began to fuck her, but she wasn't complaining; after only a few hard strokes, she was coming again. And then she reached up and drew him down over her. After fewer more thrusts of his cock than he expected, he came - stronger than he expected. But she wanted more, locking her feet behind his ass and rocking her hips up to meet the wet sounding slapping of his hips against hers.

As he continued to fuck her, surprised by her so intense desire for more - at least as strong as any he had experienced with his daughters or wife - he wondered if it was from her deprivation or because she had a greater capacity for sexual arousal. Whatever? She wanted more, her clutching pussy wanted more, and made his cock want more. He wasn't sure if she came again - or more than once; they were both fucking so vigorously - before he finally came again, obviously together with her. Her pussy juice was running down his thighs, as she gasped a final time with a moaned and cried out: "Oh fuck! Enough!"

He slumped over her inert body with a nod, feeling her pussy squeezing his cock, just aware of their stomachs rising and falling with their gasps and moaning sighs. Finally, she murmured:

"Oh God, that was good! ... Too much! ... God, it's sinful, ... not morally, I mean, ... just, I shouldn't know it can be that good, that much, ... and the other too, both ways."

He rose up on his elbows with a nod, smiling slightly, and agreed:

"Maybe. ... But it sure was good."

"Hmm! And how good!"

"Um-hmm."

They both snorted with wry smiles. He rose up, and his cock slipped out of her pussy, with more liquid. They both snorted again, and he murmured:

"It was running down my thighs."

"Hmm! And down my ass. Don't let me slip off the table."

He helped her sit up. As she slid off the table, her ass wiped some of her moisture over the edge, it dripping on the floor. She snorted again and murmured:

"I didn't know it could be that much."

He nodded, and they smirked at each other. She murmured:

"Clean it up first? ... No, I've got to go."

"Me too. In the shower together."

"Hmm? If you want."

They hurried to the bathroom and stepped into the shower stall. He wanted to drop down and taste her stream, but didn't, waiting for her to go first. She looked up at him with a quizzical expression, and then her stream arched out, splashing on his leg. She snorted and shifted so it didn't, murmuring:

"I can't aim like you can."

"Doesn't matter; I like it, raunchy, but intimate, ... this too."

He reached down and caught a handful and brought it up to his mouth. With a very surprised expression, she remarked:

"Oh?! You want to taste it?! That too?"

He did, nodding, and then replying:

"Sometimes. We do a little, when we haven't washed. Tastes less strange than I do."

"Hmm?! You like it?!"

"Hm-hmm! Sometimes tasting more than just a handful."

"Really?! ... Oh?! Really? Like ...?"

"Um-hmm, right in my mouth."

"Oh gosh! You do?!"

"Too late, now."

Her stream had died down. She still looked surprised, and then his stream arched out. When he grasped his cock and directed its stream across her thighs and then higher up, she snickered with a slight grin and murmured:

"Warm. And Lisbet does that, too? More than just a handful?"

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm? ... If she does ...."

Randi reached down and cupped her hand against her pubic hair, catching what was flowing down on her stomach. With a snort and quick smirk, she brought her hand up and let it flow in her mouth. She snorted again, licking her lips, and then smiling wryly as she murmured:

"You were right, not as strange as the other. Hmm! Funny. ... You really get down and ... well, let her do it in your mouth?"

"Um-hmm, sometimes."

"Hmm! Crazy. But all this is."

"Um-hmm, very, ... but very ... good, ... bad? Enjoyable?"

"Just 'very', but I'm enjoying it, too."

He drew her closer, and they embraced and immediately kissed, the tips of their tongues just confirming that they both wanted to. Then she murmured: "shower," and they separated. As she adjusted the water, she murmured:

"I don't know if we should kiss ... like that."

"When we're not ... 'making love'? He used the English expression."

They washed each other under the shower. He fondled her breasts with soapy hands and then washed her pussy, while his other hand slid down between the cheeks of her ass. When his fingers rubbed over her asshole, she nodded with a chuckle and remarked:

"Oh, that was good, real good. I'm always a little surprised when I find my fingers there, or yours or Lisbet's - or a tongue. Hm-hmm! Mine too, when she starts to lick mine."

"Um-hmm, about how I feel, both ways, but you wanted me to, and I wanted to."

"Real good, thanks. I couldn't ask you to do it. Must feel as good for you, has to feel the same."

"I like to think so."

She was washing his cock and balls, snorting softly as she watched her fingers push his foreskin back. She murmured:

"Maybe next time I can start when you're nice and soft."

"Talking to my cock?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Hm-hmm! I guess so," she replied, grinning up at him and adding:

"And I'll do that too."

She soaped her hand again rubbed his asshole. He nodded, returning her grin, and said:

"Something to look forward to."

"Um-hmm," she agreed with a nod.

They rinsed each other, chuckling as they made sure there would be no taste of soap anywhere their mouths could be. When they were drying themselves, he asked:

"Do we deserve a beer?"

"I think so."

They smiled and went to the kitchen. After they had said skaal and drunk, smiling easily at each other, he snorted and asked:

"What do you two do?"

"Hmm? You need to ask?"

"Oh, I guess I meant, how?"

"Hm-hmm! Good!"

"I assumed that."

She grinned at him and replied:

"I know what you mean. The first couple of times, we both did ... at the same time. And then - maybe from the stories - one of us wanted to do by herself. Oh, that's good, and she thought so too, just being able to enjoy it to the utmost, either way."

"Like when you did it to me?"

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! Even when I'm doing it to her, just enjoying it so much."

"Um-hmm, that's the way I feel, too. Skaal!"

"Skaal!"

They grinned and drank and grinned again. She snorted and asked:

"Anything else you want to know?"

"I doubt it. ... Anything in the stories that I can't imagine?"

"Hmmm? Want to go sit down?"

He nodded, and they returned to the living room, now both sitting on the towel she had put on the sofa. They had a sip of beer, and then she replied to his question:

"I don't think so, just more nice situations. She either has had a lot of varied experiences or a very fertile imagination."

"Nice."

"You want to read some?"

"I'd rather have you tell me."

"Hmm! If you want. Lisbet liked the one about her brother."

He nodded, hoping his expression didn't suggest why. Randi continued:

"A couple, in different stories. I told you about her roommate and her boyfriend. After they had done that - and not just that time - her roommate asked him - the only boy she had slept with - if she could sleep with someone else, since he had with her - the authoress."

"'What's good for the gander is good for the goose."

"Hm-hmm! Something like that. So she arranged for her brother to sleep with her."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! And they did?"

"Of course! In the story, anyway, and she joined them. Oh, she had to admit to her roommate that she slept with her brother."

"That must have shocked her roommate."

"Oh, it did. Can't remember how she managed that in the story, but it worked out, and the three of them spent a night together. She always has more girls than boys - men - in the stories."

"Oh, I like that, ... know a little about how good that is."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Of course! And we like it that way, too."

"I hope so. ... She - the authoress - must like the prickle of writing stories about siblings."

"She sure made it seem good with her brother. Oh, she wrote another one as older cousin of a young student who hadn't yet slept with his girlfriend."

"But she slept with him?"

"Um-hmm, and taught him everything he needed to know."

"Hm-hmm! Must have been good."

"Um-hmm, and the sequel, when he returns home from looking for a student room. Both sets of parents had assumed that they had already slept with each other and assumed that they would spend the night at her house, her parents already at their cabin."

"She does have a lively imagination or a whole lot of experiences."

"Um-hmm. ... Oh, in another story, she meets a Swede, and they do, and then she is invited to Stockholm .... No, after his wife visits her, and they do too. And then in Stockholm, all three of them and then the wife's sister. Oh, the sisters had with each other already, and he knew about it."

"Hmm! ... Hmmm? Makes one wonder about siblings."

"Um-hmm, but I don't have any."

"Nor I."

"But two daughters, and Lisbet's brother."

"Hmm? You want me to ask them?"

"Gosh, no!"