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Relief for Rene
by Paul Craving (paulcraving@yahoo.com.au)

***

Helping out an elderly neighbour leads to an unusual 
encounter with his daughter Rene. Her recent split with 
her husband has given her satisfied desires that I was 
more than happy help with. Or was I? (MF, oral)

***

I have always liked the surrounding neighbours that 
lived in my street. The neighbours were always friendly 
and would keep an eye out on my place when I was out of 
town.

So when old Neil, who lived a few doors down, was 
having problems with his back porch falling to bits, I 
offered to fix it for him if he bought the materials. 
He was so happy when I told him. He lived on a pension 
and the cost to get it professionally rebuilt was 
beyond his means. He was also about 70 so it would have 
been somewhat taxing for his health if he was to do it 
himself.

In any case, since I had few commitments, no woman in 
my life at the time, and he was in no hurry to have it 
fixed, I decided to be a good neighbour and help out.

One day when I was at Neil's place working out back, I 
heard him answer the door to be greeted warmly by 
someone. A woman? He came out back to where I was 
working and introduced his daughter Rene. She was tall, 
with slightly generous hips, smaller than average 
breasts, late 30s early 40s perhaps, wearing tight 
jeans and a t-shirt and clutching a large packet of 
cigarettes. 

She offered a polite "Hello" and we exchanged some 
artificial pleasantries. I wouldn't have called it a 
warm encounter. I went back to work and she went inside 
to talk to her father. Although I couldn't hear what 
was discussed, from the tone of her voice, I could tell 
that it was to do with some relationship issues.

After she had left, Neil came out and filled me in. His 
daughter had returned from overseas after breaking up 
with her husband. She was moving in with him for a 
while until she found a place of her own.

Due to my work commitments, it was taking me longer 
than I thought to finish Neil's porch and hence I got 
to see Rene a bit more. She always seemed irritated by 
me. She would typically walk around the garden and look 
at me from the corner as I worked and would fidget with 
her cigarette then take a short drag and exhale in my 
direction almost in disgust. Given that I wasn't really 
in her way and I certainly was not trying to come on to 
her.. yet, I couldn't see why. I guessed it had 
something to do with her failed relationship.

I normally have Tuesday afternoons off so I thought I 
would spend an hour working on Neil's porch. Neil was 
at the local social club playing cards on Tuesdays and 
I was let in by his daughter Rene. She had dark circles 
around her eyes and looked like she was in a foul mood. 

I could smell wine and cigarettes on her breath. I 
thought I had better cut it short today in case she 
wanted to vent her frustrations out on me. She took up 
one of her positions in the garden to look at me again, 
and then after awhile, went inside and sat on an 
armchair in front of the open doors to the porch to 
watch me.

"So how much is my father paying you for all this?" she 
asked and then lit a cigarette.

"Nothing. He bought the timber and I offered to help 
him out."

"I don't believe you. You're doing this for nothing?" 
she looked at me in disbelief.

"That's right. Your father is a nice man and he keeps 
an eye out on my place when I go out of town." I said 
matter-of-factly and tried to look disinterested.

"I suppose he told you about me?" She said carefully. 

I stopped what I was doing and carefully thought about 
what to say next. She looked like she wanted to pick a 
fight with someone.

"I heard you are going through a bit of a rough patch" 
I said as sympathetically as I could.

"Rough patch!" she almost shouted. "You have no idea 
the crap that I have been through" she raised her voice 
and I thought to myself that I would rather be doing my 
taxes right now. So I thought I might as well make 
myself comfortable and just sit back for a while and 
let her vent out her frustrations.

"So tell me what happened" I asked trying to look 
interested. I figured she was going to tell me anyway. 
I leaned back against the hand rail and listened to her 
story.

Rene told me about her suspicions of his infidelity, 
the evidence of another woman, the arguments, the 
confrontation, the abuse that followed and finally, 
after almost a year, walking out on him. I thought it 
was going to be boring, but in fact, I lost track of 
time because she had a way of telling her story that 
was almost mesmerising. The pain in her voice was 
obvious and as her story unfolded, her voice became 
softer. Her expression had changed from anger to hurt 
and sadness.

I felt sorry for her and it must have shown on my face 
because she kept looking at me intently, almost 
apologetically for making me sad. I was also starting 
to get a boner. Hard nosed women that give you a 
glimpse of their fragility always turns me on. 

She continued, "I just feel that my life is falling 
through a hole. The bastard's lawyers have been sending 
me letters trying to make it sound like it was my fault 
that he was screwing around. I've got no job, all my 
friends for the past 10 years have suddenly stopped 
talking to me, I'm... I'm se...", she paused 
momentarily "frustrated, I have almost no money," she 
paused again and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. 

Was she about to say "sexually frustrated" but had cut 
herself short? Could that be possible? That realisation 
stunned me. I think even the birds realised it and 
stopped chirping. It felt like minutes before I could 
think of something to say. But maybe I was getting 
excited over nothing. It has happened before.

"Oh," I said. I thought to myself, "great come-back." 
Perfect opportunity to come up with a witty line and 
end up in the sack with this sexually charged and 
frustrated woman but no... I had to come up with a 
dicky comment.

I tried to think of something to say, to save the 
situation. Something... anything... and then, in a 
moment of shear stupidity, I got up, walked inside sat 
down at her feet and put my hand on her thigh and 
comforted her. 

She looked at me with confusion and surprise. At that 
point I realised that I may have gone too far. So again 
I tried to think of something to save the situation. If 
I removed my hand suddenly, she would think that I 
thought it was wrong to put my hand on her thigh in the 
first place. 

If I left my hand there, I am sure that it would get 
sweaty and she would realise that I was getting 
nervous. Should I be bold and... feel her up? I had 
gotten into a situation that I could almost not get out 
of. Maybe she really was sexually frustrated. I 
couldn't easily kiss her from where I was... I could go 
down on her? My thoughts were becoming more ridiculous.

I was so confused and horribly horny. The pressure in 
my jeans was immense. And then, in a second act of 
shear stupidity and audacity, I straightened up in 
front of her legs and started un-buttoning her jeans. 

I figured that she needed relief from her troubles and 
she would either kick me away and that would be the 
last that I would see of her and Neil's porch. Before I 
could go through any more scenarios in my head, I 
realised that she had not stopped me in any way. Rene 
still had a stunned expression on her face and she was 
trying to say something but the words would not come 
out.

"Wh-wha..." she started to say.

I had her jeans open now and was pulling them down her 
hips.

"What are you doing?!" she said with an alarmed tone in 
her voice. 

Oops... may be I had gone too far. "I just want to try 
and make you feel better. I want to relieve your err... 
frustrations for at least a little while," I said and 
tried to smile... and it was true. I wanted to ease her 
pain, relieve her sexual frustration, and make her 
forget her problems.

"No, I don't think you should do that..." she protested 
weakly, but she still hadn't raised her hands to stop 
me. I took her feeble effort as sign... maybe foolishly 
so, but I was becoming more convinced that my plan was 
going to work. "No please don't. I can't cope with 
anymore complications in my life." she said softly. "I 
really don't think..." her voice trailed off.

"It will make you feel better. I want to make you feel 
better." I tried to reassure her. She lifted her hips 
ever so slightly and enough for me to get her jeans 
past her hips and down to her knees. I was amazed at my 
progress! I then kept pulling at her jeans until they 
were around her ankles. I lightly ran my fingers along 
her thighs and then took hold of her white cotton 
panties and pulled them down. She wouldn't let them go 
past her hips.

I could tell that she was aroused. The smell was 
unmistakable, her breathing was erratic and she was 
blushing to a sweat, but she was refusing to let 
herself go. 

"Maybe this is to make you feel better" she said 
defiantly... I could understand this. She thought that 
I was just after a quickie and under normal 
circumstances that may have been the case. But I had 
already decided that it was something special that I 
wanted to do for her.

"I promise that I will keep my pants on," I said. I 
almost regretted it as soon as I said it. The pressure 
in my jeans was beginning to hurt. She looked at me 
confused again and had stopped resisting my efforts to 
pull her panties down. This gave me the opportunity to 
pull her panties down to her ankles with her jeans. She 
was starting to protest again when I leaned forward 
between her legs grabbed her beautiful buttocks with 
both my hands and pulled her crotch into my mouth. 

My senses were filled with womanhood and I eagerly 
clamped my mouth around her vagina, closed my eyes and 
ran my tongue along her slit and poked it under her 
clitoral hood. Rene responded with a yelp and a long 
breathy "Ooh". At that point, her body took over. Each 
stroke of my tongue generated uncontrollable twitches 
in her body. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at her face, which told 
me what I wanted to know. Her expression had changed 
from uncertainty to resignation and pleasure. 
Cunnilingus is my favourite act and I was enjoying this 
immensely. I resumed my tonguing and she opened her 
legs all the way resting them on both sides of the 
armchair. I could tell that she was already close and 
rather than draw it out any longer given her emotional 
state, I deliberately concentrated on her button.

That did it... she suddenly thrust forward slightly and 
gasped out a series of "ohs" with her face contorted 
into both a blissful and painful expression. She tensed 
up, let out a long breath and then pushed me away after 
a few seconds. She slumped back into the armchair and I 
sat there watching her sphincter's rhythmic pulses 
slowly die away. I was surprised that she came so 
quickly. I was even more surprised at how easy it was 
to persuade her to take her jeans and panties off and 
let me go down on her.

I leaned forward and hugged her waist. The pubic hair 
on her mound tickled my cheek and I held her until she 
calmed down. 

"Why did you do that?" she asked in voice on the verge 
of crying. 

"Because you needed it and I wanted to give you some 
relief," I said. I stood up and kissed her softly on 
the lips and then started walking out. "I will be back 
here next Tuesday." I figured that if she wanted more 
"relief" then I would be happy to help. Since I had 
made a promise not to take my pants off, I was 
desperate to go back home and give myself some relief 
too!

"But.. but... why" I heard her protest again. Without 
answering her question, I went home half hoping that 
she would show up on my doorstep. After about half an 
hour, my balls were going to fall off if I didn't give 
myself some relief. After a stunning wank session, I 
had a couple of beers and contemplated the day's 
events. 

I didn't expect her to come over. It would be too 
humiliating for her and given that she had already 
allowed herself, in her eyes, to be humiliated, I doubt 
whether she would come over for another dose.

The days ticked by slowly. I was hoping she would show 
up on my doorstep before Tuesday came around, but that 
never happened. She was either put off by the whole 
episode (even though she seemed to enjoy it) or she was 
too embarrassed to come to my place. I was hoping it 
would be the latter.

Tuesday rolled around and I went over to Neil's place 
with a lump in my throat and in my jeans. I knocked on 
the door and Rene answered wearing a close fitting 
white top and tracksuit pants. She had tried to give 
the impression of not going to any effort to make 
herself presentable. However, the light scent of 
perfume and the hint of makeup foiled her appearance.

She looked slightly nervous and the disgust in her face 
that was there last time was gone. She was fidgeting 
again but I noticed that she didn't smell so much of 
cigarettes this time.

"How have you been?" I asked breaking the awkward 
silence.

"You know, that wasn't very nice. You took advantage of 
me." She looked at me carefully. Her ego refused to let 
her admit that she enjoyed our first encounter.

Rene then looked down at her feet and blushed deeply. 
Then without looking at me, she pulled her tracksuit 
pants down to reveal a pair of black lace panties. She 
then pulled them off and sat on one side of the sofa 
with one leg drawn up and the other on the floor.

"Same agreement right? You keep your pants on." she 
said blushing even more and forcing herself to smile.

"Right!" I said feeling the protest from my balls 
already. Oh well, another night with Mrs. Palmer...

I kneeled in front of the sofa and started kissing her 
knees. The kissing continued up her leg to the mass of 
fine pubic hair. This time she was very wet. Her slit 
glistened with arousal through her bush and the smell 
was simply delightful. My kissing continued up and down 
her slit until she started jerking her hips into my 
mouth for me to increase the pressure. I drew back and 
kissed the inside of her thighs trying to tease...

My teasing was met with a complaint.

"Just do it!" she commanded. I was going to play dumb 
and ask her "do what?" but I knew it would just make 
her angry.

With my tongue stuck out in the shape of a spear, I 
dived forward and split her sex in two, then ran my 
tongue up to a very stiff clitoris. She let out a loud 
moan and then I slowly started running my tongue in 
circles around her clit.

After a few minutes, I felt a pair of hands on my head, 
gently pushing me into her. I tried pushing back 
against her hands but she pushed harder until my face 
was mashed into her crotch. I couldn't really breath so 
I just stopped moving. After a few seconds, she let go 
and said "Sorry".

I resumed my tongue work around her clit until her 
breathing became shallow. I knew she was close so I 
started flicking her clit with my tongue. She let out a 
series of "Ohhhhhs" that increased in pitch until her 
whole body went rigid and she repeatedly let out 
throaty gasps that ended in one final "shah," 
collapsing onto the couch.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal. "I needed 
that" she said and simply got up and put her panties 
and track suit pants on again. "Look, I've got to go... 
um, thanks for um, just thanks!"

"Anytime," I said. What else was I going to say? I 
could have asked her if she could return the favour but 
I already knew the answer to that question. After some 
small talk, she showed me the door and I walked back to 
my place and quickly relieved the pressure in my balls. 
I seriously wanted to screw her so much.

It was raining when I got home the next evening. 
Several minutes after I walked in, the doorbell rang. 
It was Rene. 

"Hi. I hope I'm not bothering you but, I came to 
visit." I was stunned and couldn't quite get any words 
out. She was wearing a tight top and a light cotton 
skirt. She walked in without waiting for a reply. Her 
rain moistened skin left a scent of light perfume as 
she walked past. I closed the door and followed her to 
the living area. 

She looked around without saying anything and I guessed 
from the expression on her face that she liked what she 
saw. "Nice" she finally said.

"How have you been?" I asked without trying to sound 
too excited. My heart was racing with anticipation at 
what might happen that night.

"I'm feeling a little better these days. The ex has 
stopped bugging me, probably because he ran out of 
money and couldn't afford his lawyer anymore. There are 
a few job prospects coming up so... yea, I think things 
are starting to turn around a little." she stopped and 
stared at me point blank, the hint of a smile creeping 
across her face. She did look better. The dark circles 
around her eyes were not as prominent as before. 

She maintained her stare and I felt myself starting to 
blush.

"And how have you been?" she asked. 

"Not too bad... a little frustrated maybe." I grinned 
slightly. She grinned back.

"A glass of wine would be nice," she said.

"I'm so sorry. I completely forgot to ask you if you 
wanted a drink." I quickly fished out a couple of wine 
glasses and filled them with chilled white wine. 

"Cheers," she said and we touched glasses. She took one 
sip, then took a gulp straight after and before I could 
get my first sip in, she lunged forward shoving her 
glass on the bench. I just managed to put my glass down 
on the bench without breaking it before falling to the 
floor with Rene on top of me. She shoved her lips onto 
mine holding onto my head with my hair.

Her attack on my lips was followed by an assault with 
her tongue. She obviously wanted to take command of the 
situation. Who was I to argue. It felt nice to be 
kissing her other lips for a change. She kissed me all 
over my face almost without pausing.

The kissing storm finally finished when she sat up, her 
mouth all red and fire in her eyes that told me that 
she was ready. She crossed her arms and took off her 
top; her hair falling around her smallish milky white 
breasts magnificently presented in a low cut white lace 
bra. 

My heart was racing and my dick was jumping with joy. 
Finally it looked like it was going to happen. She 
quickly stood up and reached under her skirt and pulled 
down a matching pair of undies. "Yes" I thought. I 
started to reach to down to unbutton my jeans but 
before I could she crouched back down and virtually sat 
on my face. "That's OK", I thought, a little bit of a 
warm up.

My tongue went to work and within a few minutes, her 
cries of orgasm echoed through the house.

After she rolled off me, I started to unbutton my 
jeans. "Wait... no... remember our agreement." she said 
slightly out of breath.

"But I thought we could go a little further this time." 
I protested.

"I don't want to do that." she responded looking 
annoyed.

"Ever?" I asked.

She didn't respond.

"I have to get going. Thanks for the... wine." She said 
smiling initially but then a look of disappointment 
washed over her face.

She got dressed and left. I honestly thought that she 
wanted to go all the way. My balls were sore as hell 
with only Mrs. Palmer as a consolation.

I was not in a great mood the next day when Rene 
knocked on my door again. She explained that because of 
her failed marriage, she just couldn't bring herself to 
have a penis inside her. It was her ex's used condom 
that she found in the rubbish bin that did it. 

She told me that she knew it was strange but that 
single event had psychologically scarred her. She said 
that if I hadn't given her "relief" the way I did, she 
didn't think that she would have coped. She fell silent 
and lowered her eyes. "I can understand if you want me 
to leave" she finally said.

"No. You can stay." I said resigning myself to more 
frustration.

"Well in that case..." she planted her mouth on mine 
and another one of our "sessions" started.

From that day on, Rene would drop over for a little 
session whenever she seemed to have the urge. Once I 
came home from a business trip to find her waiting for 
me in my doorway.

"Where have you been? I really need you..." she cut 
herself off by planting a kiss on my lips. We staggered 
inside and I had a fur burger for dinner, followed by a 
solo hand job for supper.

This continued for a few months and every once in a 
while, I would ask her for more but she would decline 
every time. At least I could caress her breasts and 
other parts of her body. As long as my pants were on, 
she was happy.

Our encounters became more adventurous. She drove past 
one night and picked me up. We drove to a nearby sports 
oval and in the light of a full moon, had me go down on 
her in the car park. Rene would sometimes come over 
very late at night and wake me up so that I could give 
her relief. It was always on the couch. She said that 
it helped her sleep.

My birthday came around so I thought I would ask her to 
join me for dinner. I don't usually celebrate my 
birthday much, but I thought I might get a "special" 
present from her. I got a present from her, but not the 
one that I was hoping for. At the end of the night, 
which ended as per usual, I pushed the topic again. 
This time it was met with tears.

"I am so sorry." She said blowing her nose into a 
tissue. "You must be very frustrated and I know that I 
am to blame." she paused to wipe her eyes. "I have 
tried to bring myself to do it, but every time I think 
about it, all I see is my ex sticking his thing into 
another woman."

"OK, I won't ask again" I said. I resigned myself to an 
incomplete sexual relationship. I could have ended it 
there and then, but I had grown to like Rene and I 
didn't want to stop seeing her.

The months passed and our little encounters became more 
bizarre. Rene preferred strange locations like the 
garden shed, restaurant toilets and once on a near 
empty bus, although we didn't quite finish what we 
started. A passenger in her late 40's had just been 
picked up by the bus and was walking towards the back. 

Rene was very close to coming and was doing her best to 
keep her composure. Sensing the approaching passenger I 
reluctantly stopped and stood up from behind the seat, 
much to the surprise of the woman. 

"I'm sorry sweet heart. I couldn't find it." The woman 
seemed to accept my remark with what she saw and sat 
down looking disinterested. When we got off the bus, 
the same woman touched my arm and said, "Did she enjoy 
it?"

I smiled and so did she. I turned to leave when she 
said, "If you want, you can try that out on me!"

"If only I could fit you in..." I responded and with 
that, I left the bus and walked the short distance to 
my place to finish what we had started.

I was beginning to try out different things during our 
sessions. Once she had quite a few glasses of wine and 
was being quite aggressive. I had her on the verge of 
coming, when I moistened my finger in her juices pushed 
it into her other hole. She yelped in surprise and came 
furiously.

One Friday when I got home, I went to the letter box to 
get the mail when I saw Rene walking.. or should I say 
sauntering towards my place. We hadn't had one of our 
little encounters for almost a week. Since she had 
started working, she didn't have as much free time. She 
looked absolutely stunning in a deep red skirt and a 
crisp white shirt with black heels. But what really 
completed her look was her brilliant smile.

"Hey stranger," she said laughing.

"Hello... so what's the occasion?" I asked as I let my 
eyes unashamedly roam over her body.

"Hmmm let's see, this week I got a promotion and I 
found a great apartment near work. I am moving in next 
week." she beamed.

"Well congratulations," I smiled at her.

"I thought since we haven't had time to catch up lately 
we could make up for it tonight," she said.

"I think there's a bottle of champagne in the fridge. 
How about I take a quick shower and then we crack it 
open?" I suggested.

"No time for that..." She grabbed me and gave me a 
biting kiss. Her expression changed from playful to 
serious. I guess it was time to put my tongue to work 
again. 

Whenever something positive would happen in her life, 
she would come over and celebrate by getting me to go 
down on her. If anything negative happened, the same 
occurred. Either way, my tongue and jaw were becoming 
very strong!

Once we got inside the door, she was all over me like a 
rash. She pulled off her shirt popping two buttons in 
the process and pulled down her bra to expose her 
breasts. I immediately attacked one of her nipples 
while she hitched her red skirt around her waist to 
reveal matching red underwear. Her smell was very thick 
and a dark stain covered the crotch of her panties. She 
was very much ready for action. She pushed me away and 
then pulled off her panties and sat in the middle of 
the couch – it was Rene's favourite position.

I was getting ready to kneel down when she grabbed me 
by the waist and began unbuttoning my pants.

"Wh-wh..." I started to say. "What are you doing?" By 
the time I finished the sentence, my trousers and 
underwear were around my ankles. My cock was at this 
stage purple and unnaturally hard and the skin was 
stretched to the point of being shiny. It looked like 
my foreskin was going to rip.

I was stunned when she grabbed my buttocks and guided 
my purple member into her glorious lips. The sensation 
was overwhelming. The warmth and wetness of her mouth 
and tongue made all my stomach muscles twitch. When she 
ran her tongue along around the shaft, I thought I 
would pass out.

I could feel a sudden wave of pleasure emanating from 
my groin with that familiar tightening when she 
stopped.

Rene fished out something from her handbag.

"Here... you put this on?" she asked. "I don't want to 
look at it." She passed me a condom with her head 
turned away. It did seem strange that she couldn't even 
bear to look at it yet she had obviously planned this 
encounter and bought the condom. I ripped the packaging 
open with less than steady hands and quickly rolled it 
on.

"But why the change in..." I started asking, but she 
cut me short.

"Let's not talk about it now... I have a very strong 
need to have your thing inside me."

Rene leaned back onto the couch and opened and 
stretched her legs straight out. I got down on my knees 
and plunged my sex-starved member into her. She cried 
as I entered her and for a second there I thought I had 
hurt her because it was difficult to distinguish 
between pain and pleasure facial expressions.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me so 
tight that it was difficult to breath. I started 
thrusting in and out of her, unaware that I had ordered 
my hips to do so. Rene was now crying uncontrollably in 
big sobs and then whimpering and moaning in pleasure. 
She was surprisingly tight and I knew that I wouldn't 
last long.... not after 5 months. The condom however, 
helped deaden the sensation.

Her cries into my left ear suddenly stopped and I felt 
her tense and squeeze my neck even tighter. She let out 
a loud yelp and came in deep heavy sobs. I had held on 
as long as I could and there was nothing that could 
stop this orgasm! It hit me like a truck. It was so 
powerful that it was painful. I saw stars for a few 
seconds afterwards.

I fell forward and held onto Rene kissing her tenderly 
and listening to her crying. She cried for a long time. 
There was no need to ask what had happened. Whatever 
hang up she had about intercourse, she seemed to have 
gotten over.

She finally released my neck and I withdrew out of her. 
I felt so relaxed I could have melted into the floor. 
She stood up and offered her hand to help me up off the 
floor. We silently walked to the bedroom which I had 
realised we had never used before. Our little sessions 
were always either on the floor or couch or table or 
kitchen bench or bathroom.

We didn't leave the bedroom for the next 12 hours. 

In the morning, we got dressed and I walked her to the 
door.

"I'll be back tonight, you better get some rest. You 
will need it," she smiled, turned and walked away.

END

This was my first story. Any feedback would be greatly 
appreciated.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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