0 comments/ 63146 views/ 3 favorites Relief By: Shackster This is a quick story about the best “quicky” I ever had. It’s a memory I will keep with me forever. It wasn’t the usual fast and furious typical quicky. What I remember most are the circumstances that surrounded it. There was a bar on the local college campus that had an opening for a bartender. It was an easy job to get since I had a couple of years of experience. Sunday nights were “dry” nights. I always worked these because they brought in a lot of young girls. I met Christa on one of those dry night parties. We hit it off from the start. By the third date, we ended up at my apartment for a couple of hours of great sex! Christa was one hot girl! After about a month, she had invited me over to her house to meet her mom and dad. I knew that she was an only child, but I hadn’t expected her parents to be so over protective. They seemed to analyze every move I made. Oh, let’s not forget the appalled look on both of their faces that appeared when they found out I was but a lowly bartender. I wonder what the look on their faces would be if I told them that I had cum in their precious little daughters mouth several times and she never spilled a drop. “Yeah, Richard your daughter Christa is quite a good little cock sucker. She always swallows my cum and never spills a drop…” or something like that. We found common ground and tolerated each other. One very steamy summer day, Christa called me and invited me over to her house for dinner. She said that we could watch a movie that she rented in the family room in their basement. I told her that would be great knowing that it would be a cool break from the days heat. I was hoping that there would be enough time for a good fuck and a movie! “My mom is making Lasagna, so I hope you’re hungry,” she said. “There going to be home?” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. “You know what they think about us spending time together in your basement. Strictly taboo!” I added, teasing her. “They’re not that bad!” she said in protest. “I was really hoping that we could have had some play time in your bedroom before we watched the movie,” I said with a pout. “Well, so do I,” she said. “I’ve been so damn horny for you the last couple of days, I can’t stand it!” she added. “”Well…” I said, coming up with a plan. “Tell them that my car broke down and you have to pick me up. I’ll be waiting here for you naked and hard. “I want that too! Really bad. But mom already started making dinner. There wouldn’t be time,” she said. I was bummed. “Just come over like the good boyfriend. And try to keep your hands out of my pants!” she said with a giggle. “Well, if you look half as good as I think you will, I might end up with my hands in my own pants!” I said. We both had a good laugh and said our good byes. When I got there, her mom let me in and gave me the same bland greeting that tolerant parents give to a boy that they don’t really approve of. Christa stood on the bottom step and called up to me. I could see her but her mom couldn’t. She was wearing the familiar terrycloth jumper. She pulled it tight to show me how hard her nipples were! I stammered out a greeting and practically ran down the steps to her. I pulled her out of sight around the corner and slid my tongue into her mouth and grabbed her ass. She kissed me back hard. My shaft was rapidly rising to the occasion. Christa held a finger to my lips silencing me. She led me to the couch that was well out of sight from upstairs. She went to the entertainment center, popped in the movie and turned the TV on at a low volume. She sat in a recliner in the corner of the room. I frowned at her for not sitting with me on the couch. I leaned over toward her chair and whispered to her “Why don’t you come over here next to me?” “I’m wayyyyy to horny for that. I want you so bad right now, that I couldn’t keep my hands off you!” she whispered back. “Yeah, I know! It’s been over a week and I’m going crazy!” I said. I had worn my usual sweat pants and sweatshirt and she could plainly see how hard I was. “I don’t think my mom is going to have any problem seeing how bad you want to fuck her daughter,” she whispered with a giggle, pointing at the rise in my sweats. “How the hell am I going to hide it? Maybe I should go,” I whispered back. “Noooo, you have to stay,” she said with a pout. We sat in silence for a while, not really watching the movie. She looked over at me again and saw that I was still trying to conceal my hard cock under my sweats. I grinned at her and hooked my fingers under my sweats and pulled them down just far enough for my rigid cock to spring free. Her eyes widened and she just stared. Her hands pushed down into her crotch and put pressure on her pussy. I slide my sweats back up and got up and stood in front of her. I pulled my sweats down again and held them there with one hand and started stroking my cock with the other. Christa then spread her legs and pulled her jumper and panties aside, baring her mostly shaved pussy. She did the same as me, holding the material with one hand and masturbating with the other. She loved to masturbate for me and she was starting to get into it. I went down to a kneeling position on the carpet between her legs and started stroking again. Our breathing got heavier and we kept going, bring ourselves closer to release. She held out a hand in a motion that told me to stop. She listened to the sounds her mother was making in the kitchen for a bit. When she was satisfied that her mom was busy she motioned me to come close. “How quick can you be?” she asked in a low whisper. “What?” I asked in disbelief! “I gotta have you in me. Just cum as quick as you can!” she whispered in a serious tone. “But what if…” I started to say. “Just shut up and fuck me!” she ordered in a whisper. She held her pussy wide open for me and I closed the distance between us. This wouldn’t be difficult. I was way beyond horny! And with her mom so close she could hear as much as a moan, made the whole thing all the more intense. Christa leaned forward and sucked me into her mouth and bobbed her head over as much as she could, getting my cock slick with saliva. She backed off and laid back in the chair, spreading her legs again. No time to waste here! I leaned in and pressed the head of my cock between her tight lips. I felt her stretch around my cock and swallow it. I found a pace quick enough to make me cum, but one that didn’t make any noise. Christa’s fingers worked her clit fast and hard. She didn’t move her hips at all. She just let me fuck her. I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to cum either. We were both well on our way to orgasm when her mom dropped something with a loud bang! I jumped back, my cock disappearing in my sweats and Christa hid herself as well. We heard the sound of her mom starting to wash the dishes. We both giggled out loud. “Fuck! I was almost there!” she said in a frustrated whisper. “Me too!” I told her. She slid back down in the chair and bared her moist pussy once again. I pulled down my sweats and got in position again. I entered her easily this time. We quickly found that same rhythm that would bring us to orgasm. There is a certain way of a guy holding back an orgasm. I did just the opposite of that (guys you know what I mean). I was getting close faster than I ever have before. Christa’s fingers were moving fast in circles over her clit. She put a hand on my chest and pushed me back. Two fingers disappeared into her pussy and pumped. She took them out and I slid my cock back in. I knew what she was up to. She knows that I love to watch her masturbate. It really gets to me when she sucks her own cum off her fingers while she does it. When she slid her fingers into her mouth I could feel it in my balls. She went back to masturbating. I sucked in a huge breath letting her know that I was there. I felt it start deep in my balls. When she felt the first surge of cum shoot out of my cock her orgasm hit. We both had gritted teeth and sweated foreheads. Christa’s fingers kept moving prolonging her orgasm as I shot more streams of cum in her sucking pussy. The sounds kept coming from the kitchen easing our fears of getting caught. My softening cock slipped out of her pussy and I walked to the bathroom and cleaned up. I quickly exited and Christa went in to do the same. She came out of the bathroom looking refreshed and smiling. We kept catching glimpses of each other during dinner with her mom and dad. We knew what each other was thinking. I would surely be a dead man if her daddy knew that I had just shot a big load of cum in his daughter’s pussy just a few minutes before sitting down to dinner with them. We didn’t stay together more than a few months after that. It was pretty clear that I would never be good enough for their daughter. We ended it when Christa left for college. Ahhhhh….memories… Relief This is the first time I've written in several years. It's a quickie; nothing like the more emotionally involved romances I posted then, so I'm not sure how it will be received. But it was all I could find time for. I am grateful to Lara_Blackadaar for helping me to shake off some rust and whip this minor piece into what I hope is readable form. I am equally thankful for how graciously she managed the task. ***** Not for the first time, Miriam shifted in her seat. The gusset of her panties slid once more over her labia, which were slippery and oh-so-sensitive. She was beginning to think she should've canceled her appointment. Her vigorous libido was usually slaked by nightly masturbation after her husband, Mike, had fallen asleep. This week's punishing schedule hadn't allowed for the opportunity. For the last three days, she'd stumbled into bed after midnight. Last night she'd barely managed to undress before slipping under the sheets. Now the lack of relief was evident in her undies. Christ, it felt positively sodden down there, though self-consciousness was probably exaggerating the effect. She had long since overcome any shyness about having her pussy waxed. After her first visit, she'd decided it was no more embarrassing than a visit to the gynecologist. These beauticians had seen it all before. Besides, Jackie's easygoing manner made it impossible to feel uptight around her. Still, Miriam would rather not have faced the attendant with such obvious signs of her neediness. The sound of her name penetrated her reverie. Miriam glanced up to see Jackie's warm smile turned in her direction. "Sorry to keep you waiting. You 'bout ready, hon?" As a child of the north, Miriam hadn't been raised with the Southern propensity for endearments. She'd grown to like them however, when spoken in Jackie's lilting Georgia cadence. As Miriam rose from her seat, the technician spun 'round and started back toward her room. As she had on previous visits, Miriam admired the voluptuous curves revealed in the form-fitting uniform dress Jackie wore. Miriam realized that her gaze had lingered a tad too long. She reddened and cast a brief, guilty look about the waiting room to see if anyone had noticed. Relief washed over her when she discerned that no one was paying her the least bit of attention. At that time of afternoon on a weekday, there weren't many people present anyway. After Jackie closed the door behind Miriam, she placed her hand on Miriam's arm and asked how she had been. The touch was another Southern familiarity that Miriam had come to appreciate as part of Jackie's appeal. But today, with Miriam's senses on high alert and appetite practically throbbing, Jackie's warm voice and soft touch sent an unexpected thrill through her. A thrill that caused another unwanted gush in her undies. Dammit. She really should've postponed this. Right now every little thing seemed to carry a sexual charge that detonated inside her with distressing force. What was Jackie was saying? "...you know the drill, sweetie. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" Jackie always left the room long enough for Miriam to undress from the waist down and get herself situated on the table. As she removed her clothing, she noticed that the crotch of her panties was so saturated that the juncture between the legs of her trousers was beginning to dampen too. Her thighs were also glistening with spill. Holy wow, what an outpouring. Miriam's children were all in their teens now, but she'd never relinquished the habit of carrying moist towelettes in her purse for cleaning up unexpected messes. After she'd wiped away the signs of her lustful state of mind, she climbed onto the waxing table and tried her utmost to think unsexy thoughts. Weather patterns, economic theory, what she was going to prepare for dinner. Anything that would stem the tide. A gentle rap on the door announced Jackie's return. As the beautician put on a pair of thin latex gloves, she glanced at Miriam's legs and let out an admiring murmur. "D'ya have any more tips for me, hon? 'Cause I'm surely not gettin' results like this." As she spoke, Jackie grazed her fingertips unconsciously over Miriam's thigh. Miriam couldn't quite repress a shiver. She struggled to focus and answer the question. "Have you been doing the lunges, calf extensions and squats the way I showed you?" "Yup. Every other day," Jackie said. "How about the bike?" "At least three times a week, weather permitting. I'd do more, but I just can't seem to find the time." "It sounds like you're doing everything you should." Miriam propped herself on her elbows. "From where I sit, you look amazing. So, what's the problem?" A look of uncertainty flickered across Jackie's face. "D'ya mind?" She turned her back toward Miriam as Miriam wondered what it was she was supposed to mind. The surprising answer came when Jackie hiked the hem of her dress up to her waist. Miriam had always appreciated Jackie's figure, but she was mesmerized by the sight of those shapely legs now completely exposed. Her smooth thighs culminated in a splendidly rounded derrière that was barely contained by a pair of tight, lacy panties. Peering over her shoulder, Jackie complained, "No matter what I do, I can't seem to firm up this flabby butt of mine." As she spoke, her hands gripped her cheeks and squeezed. Fuck. In her current state, Miriam hardly needed such provocation. She chuckled nervously. "You must be joking. That is the yummiest bottom I've seen in quite some time." Shit. Had she actually said that out loud? And so emphatically, to boot? "Why, thank you, honey. I surely do appreciate that." Miriam hoped Jackie was too pleased by the compliment to notice her client's deepening complexion. The technician dropped her skirt and smoothed it to its normal mid-thigh length. But the previous moment's bewitching sight was imprinted on Miriam's mind. Before she'd married Mike, Miriam had enjoyed sex with either gender without any particular preference for one over the other. Despite Mike's increasing neglect in the last few years, she'd remained faithful, however. It had been a long time since she'd been with a woman, but Jackie's display stirred all sorts of memories. Delicious memories. Even under normal circumstances, it didn't take a lot to incite Miriam's juices. With the unplanned abstinence of the past several days, she was practically soaking the paper that covered Jackie's table. And the scent—oh my. It seemed as if the little room were wreathed in it. Surely the waxer must be aware. Miriam heard a fragment of a question, "...do I haveta do to get my legs and butt to look like yours?" "My guess is there are three reasons for the difference. First of all, I've been working out pretty rigorously for years. As long as I can remember, really. Then there's the fact that I lift some pretty heavy weights. Heavier than some fellas, actually. You also have to consider the fact that I've always packed on muscle more easily than most women. It's a simple genetic predisposition. "With all that said," Miriam grinned, "I can't understand your difficulty. You're made differently than I, not lesser. Christ, girl, if you were any hotter, you'd be illegal." Jackie beamed. "Thank you, sugar. I needed to hear that. 'Cause that's not what my mirror's been telling me." "Then throw the fraud out and get a new one. I swear, if I weren't..." Miriam caught herself just in time, reddening once more. "If you weren't... what?" "Nothing." Miriam's voice was small, even in the small room. She tried to read Jackie's expression, but failed. There was a momentary hush until the attendant cleared her throat. "Why don't we get started, okay?" Miriam simply nodded her assent. Jackie gently parted Miriam's legs. "Oh." Until that moment, the waxer hadn't noticed the mess her patron was making. "Um, let's get you tidied up before we start." She reached over to her work station to retrieve a hand towel. Miriam wanted to disappear as the terrycloth soaked up her profuse spill. "Sorry." The word was barely a whisper. Jackie placed her hand on Miriam's arm, pausing in her ministrations to look directly at the reclining woman. "What's to be sorry for, sweetie?" Her gentle drawl was soothing. "If horniness were a crime, we'd all be locked up." Miriam giggled a bit more than the humor merited. "Say," a look of comprehension and then wonder crept across the Southerner's features, "your, um, condition doesn't have anything to do with my li'l display earlier, does it?" The directness of the question caught Miriam completely unawares. She stuttered briefly, and sighed, "Well, it sure didn't help the situation." "Wow. Really? I did that?" Miriam didn't know where to look or how to answer. Her heart raced. Her tummy fluttered. "It's been a while. Too long a while. But, yes. You did that." She took several deep, even breaths. "You shouldn't be surprised, you know. You're absolutely gorgeous." Jackie returned the towel to the table behind her. When she brought her attention back to Miriam, she removed her gloves with a bit of a flourish. The warm, naked palm of her hand came to rest on the curve of Miriam's thigh. Miriam was hardly aware of anything else. "You're my last client today." She cleared her throat. The increase in pressure from her fingers was subtle, but definite. "If you wanted me to... attend to your 'condition', we wouldn't be interrupted." It was a statement and a question at the same time. Miriam's breath caught in her chest. Her heart pounded. Fragmented thoughts of Mike battled with the growing warmth and wetness in her crotch. The scent of her arousal wafted to her nostrils, making her giddy. Finally, failing to find her voice, her acceptance came in the form of a hesitant smile and a nod of her head. In response, Jackie's hand skimmed over Miriam's thigh and belly, nestling under her blouse. A hiss filled the room and it took a moment before Miriam realized she'd made the sound herself. The hand under her blouse moved higher, cupped her breast while the thumb strummed her stiff nipple. Her back arched, pushing her tit into those pleasure-giving fingers. A rasping moan spiraled up from somewhere deep inside her. Jackie smothered the sounds of Miriam's ardor with a kiss. Pliant lips moved against hers, a warm, wet tongue slipped into her mouth, gentle fingers cradled her breast, and that maddening thumb flicked over the tender bud... Jesusfuck. Miriam's senses were overloading and her inhibitions were vanishing with breathtaking swiftness. As her hips lifted slightly, she felt her juices streaming over the curve of her ass and onto her thighs. She could hear the plash of drops spattering onto the paper covering beneath her. The thought fluttered through her mind that Mike used to love the fact that she was such a 'wet fuck'. Still kissing her ardently, Jackie relinquished Miriam's tit, sliding her fingers over her flanks and onto her belly. Her hand moved in a sensuous circuit on the soft, taut flesh, spilling goosebumps across her torso. Miriam whimpered into Jackie's mouth. When Jackie finally withdrew her lips from Miriam's, they were both panting. Their faces were only inches apart as Jackie's hand lowered to Miriam's sex. She lightly squeezed the puffy outer lips between her thumb and forefinger, sliding them up and down. Miriam's eyes widened, and clenched shut. A sopping sound laced and tangled with her whining and gasping. The smell of pussy was almost overwhelming. Miriam shoved her cunt into Jackie's hands, offering herself. "I love how much you want this," Jackie growled. Her middle finger split Miriam's slick furrow, her hand continuing its exploration of that sensitive flesh. "Would you like me to eat you out?" Under normal circumstances, Miriam was an unusually articulate woman. But language had fled under this assault on her senses. All she could do was nod frantically. "I want to hear you say it." Miriam mewled, but the look in Jackie's eye was uncompromising. "Say it." Her fingers persisted in their sweet torture. "Please..." Miriam groaned. "Please, what?" Fierce want howled through and through Miriam. "Please... Eat. Me. Out." Each word surrendered with a sharply exhaled breath. "My pleasure, darlin'." With a wide grin, she moved to the foot of the table. Hooking her arms around Miriam's hips, Jackie dragged her forward, heedless of the sodden paper crumpling beneath her bottom. Miriam raised her head, her gaze spellbound as she watched Jackie lower herself between her legs. Only Jackie's eyes were visible above the curve of her mons, but it was obvious she was still smiling. She hovered as the seconds ticked by, making Miriam wait. At last, Miriam felt the tip of the other woman's tongue feathering her dripping petals, driving her mad. Hypersensitive nerve endings flared, fanning out, sending signals to the farthest reaches of her body. Just when the pleasure became almost unbearable, Jackie shifted to lapping like a cat. Purring too, which sent exquisite vibrations thrumming all the way inside Miriam. Head arched back, hips pumping, Miriam panted like a runner at race's end. She was so close now. So very close, when Jackie pointed her tongue and skewered her. Withdrew and plunged in again, deep and hard. Out and in again, her mouth bumping Miriam's clit with each thrust. Lewd, liquid sounds as erotic accompaniment. Miriam was coming before she realized it, her cunt clenching savagely around that fucking tongue, drenching that willing mouth with her juices. When Miriam was able to recall who and where she was, aftershocks were still zinging inside her. Her hips continued to spasm delicately. She opened her eyes to find that Jackie had moved to her side. Peering down at Miriam, Jackie cradled her face with one hand and rested her other palm on the recumbent woman's heaving belly. With an illicit thrill, Miriam noted how the waxer surveyed the ravishment she'd wrought. It felt almost as if Jackie were taking possession of Miriam's body with her gaze. For her part, Miriam wanted nothing more than to give herself over to this beautiful woman. She reveled in the freedom of absolute surrender. "Do you want more?" In her blissful state, Miriam felt as if Jackie's words were pouring on her like warm honey. "Yesss." "D'ya want me to fuck you?" "OhGodyes. Please." Miriam blushed to hear the plea in her voice. Jackie leaned over and pressed her lips to Miriam's throat. She played amongst the muscles and veins, nipping, sucking, stroking with her tongue. At the same time, Jackie's left hand felt the corresponding throb of Miriam's heart beneath her palm. Her fingers moved over the curve of Miriam's breast, kneading the mound into tautness. Miriam shivered and groaned. Jackie's right hand slid right through Miriam's sopping cleft. Miriam almost exploded then and there. Her whole body shuddered with the effort to stave off another orgasm. Jackie's mouth at her throat, her hand at her tit and her fingers on her pussy. So many rapturous signals at once; Miriam was engulfed in a haze of pleasure, nearly out of her mind. Jackie intensified her efforts when it became apparent that Miriam was quickly approaching critical mass. While she continued to tease Miriam's nipple, Jackie thrust two fingers of her other hand into Miriam's ravenous pussy. Finding the G-spot, she curled her fingers and began to ravage the responsive tissue. Miriam arched her back and snarled, her face contorted joyfully, all inhibition vanished. Her hips bucking at Jackie's onslaught, Miriam went wild until at last, ecstasy overwhelmed her. Consumed her. Powerless in the grip of almost unbearable pleasure, she came and came and came again. Her entire body spasmed in time with her wails, her squirting ejaculate spattered Jackie's hand and forearm in pulse after pulse. Miriam had no idea how much time passed before her raised and quivering hips finally slumped back to the table. What she did know was that she was utterly spent. A delicious languor cradled her as she became aware of her surroundings once more. The room was silent but for their rapid breathing. The air was steeped in a heady brew of sweat and raw sex. When she could access the language center of her brain again, Miriam simply croaked, "Christfuck. I can't tell you the last time I came like that. It was incredible. Every second of it. Thank you." A beatific smile illuminated Jackie's features. "Oh honey, the pleasure was mine. Truth be told, I've been wanting to do that since you first started coming here. And seeing you explode like some kinda Roman candle—makin' you writhe and moan that way, knowing I did that to you—ohmygod. Waaay better than I ever imagined. "Miriam? Look, if this was a one-off—maybe due to something you're going through right now—I understand. If so, I truly hope I was able to help. But if you'd ever like to revisit this..." Jackie paused to lean over and impart a scalding kiss upon Miriam's willing lips, "...I'm your girl." Relief Entirely fictional, etc. _________________ The match won, Tatiana Golovin made her way towards the fans; smiling gleefully. She had always enjoyed signing autographs - the smiles that met her made her enjoy the sport that much more. She did admit, guiltily, that when her well, libido was firing up, it gave her a strange thrill to be flaunting her whole self in front of a sell out crowd. Yes, when she was horny, she enjoyed the attention that much more. It was one of those days today. She wore a navy blue top that hung off her ample breasts and a white skirt that could only be described as skimpy. Throughout the match she couldn't help but notice her opponent - a lively red headed Australian rookie - and how good she looked in her tennis outfit. Wearing a white singlet that hugged her tight figure had Tatiana distracted all match. Her incredibly short shorts didn't help either. She looked during one of the breaks and saw her standing, drinking deeply from a bottle. Beads of sweat coated her smooth tanned skin and drenched her clothes. She could see her taut stomach and her legs were so toned Tatiana longed to run her tongue up them; right up to... She quickly shook her head, pondered for a moment before covering her lap in a towel. Stealthily, she sneaked her left hand underneath the towel and around her skirt, and with one finger, rubbed herself once with a long, hard stroke. She shuddered involuntarily. "Ms. Golovin!" It was the chair umpire. She hadn't noticed that time had been called - had anyone noticed what she had just did? She splashed her face with some water. What's going on? She scolded herself. You're a professional, for goodness sakes. She held herself together and with the match won now, was signing autographs. She made much more of a show of herself than normal - bending over more than she had to; playfully chatting with the fans and even brushing herself against the security guard on the way out. A burst of warmth washed over her. I need relief she thought, before I do anything stupid. Staying in the shower no longer than she had to, for fear of what she might do to herself, she noticed all the sweaty bodies around in the tunnels. Fit, toned, luscious bodies. She needed something in her. Trying to find some decent clothes, she came across a soft pink bikini in her. Strange, she thought. Why would this be in here? But she couldn't resist the temptation of further arousing herself. She slipped it on and it fitted around her healthy breasts snugly. She put her hands around them, and rubbed them - slowly - it was bliss. This was what she loved most, just being gently pushed towards the edge without actually exploding. She looked around, the crowd around the lockers had thinned and she decided to walk around - seeing if she could spot anymore eye candy. She saw John, a physiotherapist and a good friend who had helped her out in the past when she was feeling like this. But she wanted girl today. Something soft, but tight. Something she could work herself against. "You feeling okay Tati?" asked John when he saw her. "One of those moods, you know." she winked slyly at him. "Do you need...help?" he asked, eyes lightening up. "Sorry John...batting for the other team today!" John smiled "Okay then." "But um..." She paused. "You could just have a bit of a touch if you want." Tatiana moved towards him, and kissed him slowly. It was a passionate one, and he knew how to push her buttons. He slowly lowered one hand to her arse whilst the other to the side of her breast. The bikini material was soft, slightly ticker than the norm and Tatiana reveled in the feeling. "Okay, stop...stop..." She was breathing hard now. She wanted to keep herself in this state of torture - she loved it. She wanted herself in this state until she got back to her hotel room. There she could do whatever she wanted with herself..but the temptation was too strong. And overpowering. "No, okay, okay, go John, go" she panted. He was used to Tatiana's odd idiosyncrasies, but she definitely knew how to get herself off. He let her take charge and she moved him so that he was lying on a bench, stripping him of his clothes until he laid naked. His penis, a perfect size for her, was already hard and ready. Tatiana brushed her blond locks back, and gazed strongly into John's eyes. "I'm all yours Tati." She moved her snatch over his penis, and began to grind it downwards. The feel of the bikini fabric between the two made them moan. It had wonderful texture to it, and she put more and more pressure on herself as she rubbed harder and harder. "Yes! Oh...Yes...What's wrong with me today? God!" Tatiana groaned out. John laughed - he was having the time of his life. He put his arms up around her breasts and began to caress them with his fingertips. Tatiana began to grind faster. "Clench it Tati! Clench tight!" John suggested. She squealed as she did. It was almost too much for John. She was simply sexy. "I'm nearly there, John! Hang on! Oui! Ohhh, oui oui!" John nearly came as she began to cry out in french. With a penultimate squeal, she came and her already wet bikini bottoms soaked to sticky mess. "Oh...Ohh..." she exhaled. John took charge now, and pulled away her bottoms. He pushed back so it was her turn to be lying on the bench, and held his rigid penis against her sopping vagina. "Ready?" he asked "Oui..." she moaned. He pushed in gently and slowly rocked back and forth. She followed suit, as they established a rhythm. She loved John - he knew exactly what to do. He slowly removed her bra and began rubbing her breast. All the while he held her close, they both could feel each other. Tatiana's moans picked up once more. "Remember that time, Tati" John began with difficulty, his breath was heavy now. "When we had Alize with us in your room. Remember you were licking her off as I was on you..." They were both about to lose it now. Tatiana began to whimper, "Yes, I remember...Yes! Oh...God...Oui!" "Remember how she screamed? Just crying out for more and more. And and, you kept telling me to go harder, and faster and harder, and she cried for more..." That did it for Tatiana and she cried out a huge orgasm. Her vagina spasms were strong and as they milked John, he too gave way and they were both crying out. "Oh! Oh!" Tatiana's mouth was open in pleasure, her back arched as wave after wave hit her. As they both came down, Tatiana planted a kiss on John. They moved into the spooning position as they recovered. "Still after girl Tati?" "Hmmm...you bet." she closed her eyes at the thought. "I might be able to arrange something for you. How did you like your opponent today?" Tatiana giggled. He really did know how to look after her. Relief Appendicitis. A weird and difficult word. What it meant was that the reason why Ricardo's mother had been in such pain the past few days, the reason why she had walked bent over double, wincing with pain as she went about her business, the reason why she had collapsed at work and had to be taken to the hospital in a hurry, the reason why she had to have an operation immediately; was because the human body had a stupid part that did nothing whatsoever except cause pain and trouble if it got inflamed. Mum had to stay in the hospital overnight, and perhaps a day or two, so the doctor could make sure that everything had gone well. Ricardo and Javier had both been there to see her after the operation. Poor mum, she had looked so frail and vulnerable in that oversized hospital gown. She was tired and had to eat pain killers. It had made Ricardo's heart ache, and he wiped a few tears away quickly before anyone could see it. It was embarrassing; he was already 18, and here he was crying like a little kid just because mum was in the hospital. She was in good hands, everything was gonna be OK, so why was he acting like a sissy? "Ricardo, you go and stay with Javier while I'm in here, you hear?" "Mum, I don't need..." "You do as I say! I won't have you taking advantage of having the place to yourself and have some wild parties." "I wasn't gonna..." "Javier, you take care of your brother until I get out of here." Javier, Ricardo's 7 year older brother, gave their mother a reassuring smile and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry, mum. You can count on me." If he had done anything like that, it would have looked childish Ricardo pondered. Javier was much more mature, he could do childish things or say completely dorky things, and make them seem mature and considerate. Their mum gave them a tired smile, obviously calmed down by Javier's words. "Now get out of here, you two. I'm tired and I wanna sleep." *** Javier had moved out when he was only 19, gotten himself a small but fresh apartment on top of a bakery. The smell of fresh bread made Ricardo feel peckish, even if he could have sworn that he wasn't hungry. He tossed his bag of clothes on the sofa. "Want something to eat?" "Nah." Javier frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Look, I know you don't feel like eating right now, but you need to keep your strength, you know? Mum's OK, you don't have to worry about her. She'll be home in a day or two." "I'm not worried." Ricardo shrugged his shoulders and clenched his teeth to hold back the tears. "I was worried as hell," said Javier. "When the doctor came and told us that the operation had gone well, I was so fucking relieved that I nearly started crying right there." Ricardo stared at his shoes. What, tough, cool Javier, close to tears? He wanted to cry, wanted to have a comforting hug, but his pride wouldn't let him. "Anyway, like I said, you need to eat so that you'll not get all weak and stuff," said Javier, pretending as if the emotional moment had never happened. "Mum's gonna be tired when she comes home, and she mustn't do any hard work or the wound might go up. You're gonna have to force her to take it easy while you do all the stuff around the house, you know? So, you can't go starving yourself, or you won't be able to keep up with it." He grabbed his wallet. "I'll go and buy something for us to eat. Wait here, I'll be right back." Once Javier had gone, Ricardo lied down on the sofa and felt the tears run down the side of his face and into his ears. It wasn't that he was being a sissy, he told himself. It was the relief. Mum was gonna be OK, and Javier was right, Ricardo was gonna have to man up and take care of stuff when she came home. There was the sound of a key in the door, and Ricardo hastily wiped his tears and sat up, didn't want Javier to see him cry. "Hello? Javier, you there, baby?" A young woman walked into the apartment and stopped and stared at Ricardo. She was older than him, blond, and a little chubby with big tits. "Oh! Hi! Who are you?" "Ricardo. I'm Javier's brother. Who are you?" "Melinda. I'm Javier's girlfriend." Melinda took a seat next to Ricardo in the sofa. "Hasn't he told you about me?" "No." She made a face that hinted that Javier would be in trouble once he came back, then she smiled again. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ricardo. Where's Javier?" "He went to buy some food." "I heard about your mum being in the hospital, so I figured I'd come and comfort him a little," said Melinda. "How's she doing?" "She's OK. She'll be home in a day or two." Without warning, Melinda suddenly put her arms around him and pulled him close. He tensed up. "What are you doing?" "You just looked like you needed a hug." "Nah, I'm fine..." he tried to release himself. "Melinda, let him be." The two of them turned around as if they had been caught doing something naughty. Javier put a bag of groceries on the table. "What are you doing here?" he said to Melinda. She jumped to her feet and hugged him. "I wanted to come over and comfort you while your mum's in the hospital." "Looks like you were comforting Ricardo instead." She pulled free and made a face. "Well, neither of you seem to appreciate it, so maybe I should just go home instead!" "No, stay." Javier put an arm around her neck and kissed her. "But save your hugs for me, and leave my brother alone." "Jealous?" Melinda stuck her tongue out at him. "Go get a plate for the pizza, woman!" Javier smacked her butt playfully, and she giggled and walked into the kitchen. She seemed to feel at home at Javier's place, Ricardo noticed. Javier turned to him and grinned. "She's a nice girl," he said. Melinda came back with a plate and some glasses, and the three of them ate the pizza Javier had brought. He and Melinda bantered lightly, and eventually Ricardo thawed up towards her. He wanted to dislike her for coming her and not leaving, not letting him be alone with his brother at a time like this, but she was too nice not to be liked, and the light chat killed the tension and made them all relax. He yawned. "Bed time," Javier declared. "Come on, it's just 10pm!" Ricardo protested. "Yeah, and I've got work tomorrow," said Javier. "And you've got school." Ricardo had expected Melinda to go home, either alone or with Javier to walk her home, but she headed for the bedroom. So, she and Javier were lovers, huh? "I bet mum has no idea that her little boy sleeps with a teddy bear," he muttered to himself. "Don't be jealous," said Javier, who had heard him. "Get some sleep now." His grin and wink showed that he wasn't angry with Ricardo's remark. He followed Melinda into the bedroom. Ricardo took off his jeans and curled up in the sofa. He was more tired than he realized, and fell asleep almost as soon as he had put his head on the pillow. *** He woke up by a strange noise. Someone was wincing and sighing. It sounded almost like sobbing. He sat up. Javier? Was he crying? Ricardo got up without a sound and tip-toed to the bedroom door. It wasn't properly shut, and he peered into the narrow opening. The sight that met his eyes hit him like lightning. Javier lied on his back, naked, with his legs apart. Melinda was bent down between his thighs, her head bobbing up and down as she licked Javier's shaft and helmet. Javier's dick was big and hard and pointing towards the ceiling. Every now and then, it disappeared between Melinda's wet lips and went deep into her throat, making her recoil whenever it went too deep. Javier sighed and panted under this treatment, and collected all her hair in one hand to keep it from falling into her face. "Turn around," Javier whispered, and Melinda got on top of Javier in a 69-position. Javier put a hand on each of the big, round globes and pulled them slightly apart. He buried his face in her crotch, and Melinda whimpered quietly. She bobbed her head up and down in the same rhythm as Javier's licks. Ricardo felt his own dick strain against his underwear. This was soooo wrong, watching his brother have sex with a girl. Javier would probably beat the crap out of him if he caught him. But this erotic show was hotter than any porn he'd ever seen, and the risk of being caught made his heart race. He carefully pulled his hard dick out of his underwear and stroke it up and down, slowly. Javier licked his fingers before putting two of them inside Melinda's pussy. He fingered her, faster and faster, until she stopped sucking him and just grinded herself against his hand, her face contorted from trying to keep quiet, trying to keep her ecstasy hidden from the boy sleeping outside the room. Ricardo wondered if she was a screamer when she and Javier were alone. Javier pressed her forward, and she straddled his cock and let it sink inside her. Javier caressed her big, round buttocks, and she bounced up and down on him, rode him in what Ricardo had heard described as "reverse cowgirl" style. He moved his hand faster over his own cock now, staring mesmerized at Javier's dick sliding in and out of her pussy, at her butt going up and down, at her big tits bouncing up and down as she moved. His balls tensed up, he could feel the orgasm building up. Javier wet his fingers again, and pressed one finger inside Melinda's ass. She gasped at the intrusion but didn't protest. Now she had Javier's cock going in and out of her pussy and a finger stretching out her ass, and she grinded her hips round and round to get them both deep inside her. Javier put another finger inside her ass and fingered her just like he had fingered her pussy earlier. Melinda panted and moaned. Javier suddenly pulled his fingers out of her ass, grabbed her hips, and pulled her up and down faster and faster. He groaned as quiet as he could, and Melinda moaned and whispered: "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Ricardo bit his lip to keep quiet. His hand flew up and down his shaft, and when he exploded, his cum shot up and sprayed over the bedroom door. He milked out the last few drops, tore his T-shirt off and carefully wiped the door clean before he walked back to the sofa. He lied flat on his back and covered himself with the blanket in case Javier or Melinda would come out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom or something. He wiped his hand on the underwear and felt his breath become normal again. The huge tension he had felt since mum got sick, was suddenly gone.