Satisfying Randi's Curiosity Ch. 05

"Um-hmm!"

"Want me to do anything?"

"No, ... well, not right now: 'it's better to give than to receive'."

"Oh, of course, and I can give, too, but then you will be receiving. Uhm? Maybe just give a little."

She licked her lips with smirk and nod, replying:

"I hope so, but the giving will certainly be better than the receiving, but that will be very good, too."

They both snickered, almost laughing, enough so that her breasts jiggled a little again. She glanced down at his cock and remarked:

"Oh, I think it's almost as small as I wanted it to be."

He looked down at it with smile and replied:

"As small as it's going to get."

"Um-hmm. Come along."

She led him to the armchair in the living room, smirking as she gestured for him to sit down. He did, and she dropped to her knees between his, folding her hands and bowing her head for a moment, before looking up at him with smirk. He returned it and said:

"If you want to start when it's small, you better not wait; I think it's beginning to understand what you want to do."

"It does."

She leaned forward and raised his cock to her mouth, opening wide, so that she didn't push back his foreskin. As her tongue caressed it, and her fingers fondled his loose sack, she didn't have to push it back; his cock began to swell, and its head slipped out of his foreskin. She let it extend into her mouth as far as she could and then drew her head back, until she could tickle the bottom of its head with the tip of her tongue. His cock twitched strongly, and he moaned and murmured:

"I love what you do for me, too."

She nodded and continued, chuckling in her throat when his cock twitch - each time she made it twitch. Then she sucked it deeper in her mouth, rubbing its head on the curve of her pallet. He moaned and remarked:

"Don't hurry."

She glanced up at him with a nod and drew her head back, letting his shiny cock spring up, and smiled up at him and remarked cheerfully:

"I just love to do this, to know I can make it feel so good."

"You sure can."

She moved her knees closer, under the seat of the chair, and sat back on her feet and began to loosen his tight sack, replying:

"I think this is the nicest thing I can do for anyone, now that I've learned how."

"For any man."

"This way, of course, doing the other with Lisbet is just as nice."

"Maybe better than I can, since you know how it feels."

"You do it just as good as she does. Maybe it feels even better, knowing you're doing it."

"If you think so, nice. I also think it's the nicest thing I can do, just selflessly giving pleasure, ... well, not entirely selflessly, since I just love it when you come, letting me taste it."

"Not as much as I love it when you do, when I can let you taste it. ... Oh, Lisbet comes real good; I love that as much as tasting you."

"Don't have to tell me - that she comes good - but not better or more than you do."

"Hm-hmm! That's what she thought, too."

She noticed that his cock had begun to drop down and leaned forward - just a couple of inches now in her new position - and stuck out her tongue and lapped up the back of his cock until it rose up again and twitched. She snorted and murmured:

"I just love to play with it, to be able to make it do that. Pity she didn't discover doing this with her brother; they could have had so much fun back then, even before they really did it with each other."

"Oh, I think they had plenty of fun doing what they did. She tasted it once, licking her hand, but didn't like it, why she was so reluctant to do this all the way."

"Such young girls shouldn't like it, a taste just for grown-ups, something to look forward to."

"Something like that, but she sure knew more about playing with it than any girl had before."

"Hm-hmm! So, with hindsight, you can't mind that she practiced with her brother."

"Um-hmm, and not that she does now."

"You're both so generous - my good luck."

"Ours, too, if I can speak for her."

"Oh, she thinks so, too. I better lick again."

She did, this time for a little longer, with the tip of his cock between her lips, making it twitch a couple of times and then twitch up from her lips. She snorted at her success and grinned up at him. They both chuckled with nods, and she remarked:

"When I make you come, I want it all in my mouth, not like when it's back in my mouth and I have to swallow some without tasting it."

"Hmm! Of course, any way you want. I'll like knowing that you want to taste it all."

"Have my mouth full of it."

"I hope so, not so sure after what we did this morning."

"Oh, it will be enough, more than when the big first couple of spurts disappear down my throat."

"Hm-hmm! Whatever you want, I'll like it."

She licked his cock again, just enough to make it rise back up as high as it could, and then remarked:

"Oh, and it was so good that you suggested that she would like what you do. Maybe I said that before."

"It bears repeating. She does. Oh, I was surprised when she first told me about you, and then that you had done it, and that you were going to do it again."

"Oh yes, we had a lot of fun discovering that we could give each other so much pleasure. She was lucky - we were lucky - that I had read the stories about it and was also curious. Don't know if we would have, if I hadn't."

"Sure would have made it more difficult for her to talk you into it."

"Um-hmm, but it wasn't, thank goodness. The authoress sure knows what she's writing about."

"With men, too."

"Um-hmmm! Better than I ever did, ... till now."

She grinned and fondled his balls in his slack sack, and then licked up his cock again a few times. When it was standing up, she glanced up and asked:

"Want me to do it now?"

"I think we have talked about almost everything we can say about it."

"Um-hmm, me too, and I want to have your cock in my mouth again; it feels so good to hold it and caress it."

"It does! When you do."

She pulled his cock down, and it disappeared between her lips. She sucked and licked, sometimes sucking it deeper, and then raising her head until just the head was betweem her lips, even letting him see the ridge of it on her upper lip. She aroused and teased him longer than she ever had before, responding with throaty chuckles when his cock twitched and he moaned. Then she seemed to forget about wanting to taste all his semen, fucking his cock with her bobbing head. As it throbbed in her mouth, after another moan, he murmured:

"You wanted to taste it all, soon."

She drew her head back, sucking and licking where it was most arousing for him. His hips twitched, and she nodded, and they twitched again, and then again, and with louder moan he came. She moaned in response, and his cock spurted again and again, as they both moaned. She stopped sucking and licking him there, but he felt her tongue moving in her mouth. Then she let it slip out. He her saw her frown slightly, and then she remarked:

"Oh, the devil! I just swallowed it all. I didn't want to do that yet."

She gave him a wry smile, licking her lips. He grinned slightly and replied:

"Sorry about that, and I was sort of hoping you would share it with me."

"I wanted to, but then, ... well, I was enjoying slashing it around in my mouth and then just swallowed it all."

"If you liked it. I like that you did - do. You deserved it; that was so good, as good as it can be, also with all our talk, fun."

"Um-hmm. It was the best time for me, better than any - all the very good - ones before."

"I thought so, too - really - but didn't want to suggest that Lisbet can't do it as good."

"I doubt it, as good as she does it to me."

"You'd better tell her the details; I don't want to. Oh, I would like to tell her, and she will certainly want to hear, but not any comparisons. Oh, I can tell her that we both appreciate that she wanted us to, but she should ask you for details, if she wants to hear them."

Randi nodded with an understanding smile. Then he added:

"But if you say it - anything, everything - was the best, based on your experience, she would probably like that."

"Um-hmm, it was - has been, is being. Oh, I think she'll like that we did - do - it so good, ... kind of a compliment to you."

"Hmm! Thanks, but not without you, your doing it as good as I can remember, and the fun of talking about it, your being so direct."

"Not at first, yesterday morning, but then after our nap ..."

"Telling me: 'Utterly shameless! Lick my pussy! Make me come!'"

"Uhmmm! Did I say that?"

He nodded with a smirk, and she did, adding:

"Oh, I know I did, and you did!"

She rose up between his thighs. He grasped her ass with both hands, and her arms went around his neck, and they kissed, his tongue finding still a faint taste of his semen in her mouth. They loosened their embrace and smiled slightly. He helped her stand up, still holding her ass. She stretched her legs, looking down at him, and murmured:

"I guess we won't do that again - on the table."

"Could be anticlimactic."

"Um-hmm."

"Save it for another time."

"With Lisbet, ... if she wants to."

"Wants to let us."

"If she can, too, but I don't know about that happening twice in one evening."

"Hm-hmm! Nor do I, ... especially."

He he held her hips a little closer and leaned forward and kissed her stomach, tickling her bellybutton. She chuckled and replied:

"Wrong place, but the right idea."

"If you want me to."

"Not right now. Hm-hmm! Doing that makes me thirsty for a beer, maybe because it's always been in the evening - until yesterday. "

"Good idea, not that I deserve one yet."

"You will."

He stood up and they went to the kitchen. After saying skaal and smiling, she scowled slightly and said:

"Not nice to think about, but when do you have to leave - hm-hmm - when does your train arrive?"

"Hmm? Near six, five something, and I have to go to the station to pick up my overnight bag."

"Oh, don't forget your razor and toothbrush!"

"Remind me later."

"Um-hmm, but then we can have coffee before you go, maybe even with clothes on again."

"Um-hmm, good idea - even if I don't really like it."

She nodded, and they drank again. Then she smiled wryly and said:

"But till then: lunch and another nap."

He nodded and then smirked slightly and said:

"A better nap."

"For sure. Hm-hmm! To earn your beer - and maybe another one - and .... Oh! Maybe I could really fall asleep like that."

"Hm-hmm! One way to make sure it's small."

"Um-hmm!"

They grinned and had another drink. Then she smiled slightly and said:

"We'll need another shower - maybe not like that - so maybe we should think about lunch already."

"Then a light lunch. I know Lisbet has something for dinner for us at home."

"Oh! The girls - and their friends."

"Without their friends, of course."

"But they've had the run of the house since yesterday morning?"

"Um-hmm, and all young and probably even more overly ... - no - just normally sexed."

"Hmm? Are we over-sexed?"

"I don't think so, just lucky to have someone who wants to do everything and as much as others might just like to."

"For sure."

She raised her beer and stepped closer to him and fondled his very loose cock and sack. He fondled her breast, and they drank again. She murmured:

"I like this - this too, ..." still fondling him: "... but as much, that we can talk so openly and agree how it all with end."

"Um-hmm, for this weekend."

"Until Lisbet joins us. No, better expressed: until I can be with you and Lisbet."

"Um-hmm, nice difference. ... Hmmm? Hmm! ... Maybe she could tell her parents - and brother - that we have to go to a party one weekend, and she could spend it with you."

"Three nights? Oh, letting the girls think she is with them. And what would be your excuse, ... or did you just want to let us spend three nights together?"

"Hadn't really thought of that. Where could I be? Saturday, maybe also Friday night?"

"The girls would sure like that."

"Hm-hmm! And their friends, ... and not ask many questions, but still. What could Lisbet and I be doing - no, only me - for a night or two, without her?"

"Visit your parents?"

"Passed away."

"Oh, sorry. It would have to be out of town, and for two nights, more than just a party, and one that Lisbet wouldn't go too."

Or one for her, that I went to, then telling the girls. Hm-hmm! In Oslo, taking the night train both ways!"

"Hm-hmm! Friday and Sunday nights. Just need a plausible excuse for going to Oslo on that weekend."

"Or any other, since it wouldn't have to be about her visiting her parents."

"Oh, yes. Opera, concert, someone's birthday, twenty-fifth wedding anniversary."

"Hmm! Good, but kind of funny for us to use that as an excuse," he remarked.

"Um-hmm. Of course, she would have to want all this."

"Um-hmm, after - if - she has become comfortable with what we've been doing."

"Um-hmm. Still too early for lunch?"

He nodded, and they agreed to read the Saturday newspaper, sipping at their beers. Eventually, Randi put her section of the paper aside and suggested it was time for lunch. He nodded, and they went to the kitchen. She fixed a light lunch, and they had another beer with it, seldom speaking, exchanging mild smiles. When one of them shrugged with a slightly quizzical expression, the other then nodded with a small smile. After sharing another sip of beer with a silent toast, the other one then shrugged that way.

After a few bites, he murmured:

"Nice, that we don't have to talk."

"Um-hmm. Nice, what I was thinking, too."

"Maybe too much talk about just one thing?"

She nodded, but replied:

"But I wouldn't wanted to miss it."

She then smirked slightly and added: "Not just the talk."

"Nor I," he agreed, with a grin.

They smiled at each other, nodding, and said "skaal," and drank and smiled at each other again, looking in each other's eyes. They finished eating in silence. As they were taking the last things off the table, they glanced at each, exchanging smiles. In the kitchen, cleaning up, Randi remarked softly:

"Maybe that would be fun, what we were talking about - a long weekend together with Lisbet - but I don't know if that would really be good."

"Occurred to me, too," he agreed with a nod, adding: "Was a little too enthusiastic."

"We know why."

"Um-hmm, but it would be too much, even if we all wanted to - if we could arrange it."

"Um-hmm, might spoil things, might not turn out to be as good as we, including Lisbet, hoped."

"Um-hmm. Better this way, ... I mean, with Lisbet."

"Of course."

They smiled and exchanged nods. When they had finished cleaning up, he chuckled and said:

"But I still have to say that I have to go."

"Me too," she agreed with a grin."

They hurried again to the bathroom, using the toilet and washbasin, listening to each other after two beers and exchanging smirks in the mirror over the basin. She grinned and murmured:

"More than this morning."

"Yours too. You were thinking about doing that again?"

"No -- really -- that just occurred to me."

"I just had to go."

He shook his cock and rinsed the washbasin. She gave her pussy a quick wipe with toilet paper and flushed. She looked up at him and asked:

"A nap now?"

"If you really mean it?"

"We could finish reading the paper."

"A nap sounds better."

"Um-hmm, just a nap."

"We can try," he replied.

She nodded with a slight smirk, and they returned to the cool bedroom, closing the door behind them, and slipped under the covers. They lay on their backs, their shoulders hardly touching. After a moment, she murmured:

"I really meant it, just a nap."

"Then I like to sleep on my side," he replied and rolled away from her.

"Me too," she agreed, and rolled away from him, but moving back till their asses and shoulders were in contact. He agreed with nod and hum, and they were silent.

He wondered if she really meant that she expected they wouldn't do anything more, if she didn't want to. Or did she think that they shouldn't do any more before he left? He didn't need to, not after all they had done, pleased with himself that he had been able to come as often as she had wanted to. Had he come so many times in two days with Maren and Britta? Oh, them? What all had they done - maybe still be doing - with Lars and Erik? Probably more than he and Randi had done, so much that they didn't want to do anything at home with him?

He didn't need more; it would be nice just to lie in bed and recall everything Randi - randy Randi - and he had done. And if doing that turned out to be a little arising, it would be fun fantasizing about her and all they had done. Could he remember?

But the girls would be assuming that he had only slept with Lisbet during the night, maybe assuming that they hadn't done anything, and he hadn't with the girls Friday night. Even if they were satiated from what they had done with their friends, they could think that he expected them to sleep with him. Would they feel sort of obligated to suggest something? Since their vacation at the cabins, he couldn't remember a time when at least one of them hadn't offered - wanted - to sleep with him, and they always had.

He repressed a snort, only smirking, as it occurred to him that they - if they wanted to - would find it unusual that he didn't. Maybe it was a good idea of Randi that they taper off. What was Randi thinking about? Or had she really fallen asleep? Before she did, she must have also been thinking about all they had done together, but she couldn't have followed his thoughts of anticipating that his daughters could want to do as much as one or both of them could do with him.

He shifted his thoughts to how Lisbet's weekend was being: Friday night with her father; Saturday night with her brother -- her father having to accept that she slept with both of them. But he knew that she would sleep with him again tonight.

Were Randi's thoughts including Lisbet: her having suggested that the two of them sleep together; his having told her that Lisbet was sleeping with her brother; Lisbet's reaction to hearing what he and Randi had done? Even if she didn't ask him or Randi, she would certainly wonder what they had done during two days and a night: plenty, everything they could, and all the ways Lisbet could imagine! Thinking about that on her trip home would be more entertaining than recalling the events of another weekend with her father and brother. Or would she be having misgivings about her having suggested that he and Randi be together without her? Maybe it had occurred to her to wonder what they were doing, while she was in bed with her father or brother? Sucking one their cocks and suddenly wondering if Randi was sucking his?

"Hmm," he couldn't repress his snort, thinking that Randi probably could have been; she loved to do it so much, and had told him with so much delight. Would Lisbet really not have misgivings about lending him -- her husband -- to Randi, her bisexual girlfriend, for a whole weekend?

His thoughts returned to wondering if he and Randi wouldn't do anything more. If she didn't suggest it, he wouldn't, in respect of her decision, not because he was anticipating that Maren or Britta could expect that he wanted to. They couldn't imagine that he had been having more sex in two days than he had had with them - well, as best he could remember.

He had to snort softly again, thinking: and the best he could remember. He admonished himself for the superlative. Of course, sex with his daughters and wife had been and were just as good, equally good. With his wife and then with his daughters, he politely corrected the order, but then snorted softly, having to admit to himself that sex with his daughters had been better before it was that good with Lisbet.