9 comments/ 114216 views/ 3 favorites The Renter By: retiresoon My name is Jeff what follows is a true story. I know you wont believe it but it happened. By pure accident I stumbled across a house in an exclusive part of town priced less than half of what it should be. A wealthy couple was divorcing and just wanted it gone. They didn't care about money just needed the house out of their names. Even priced as low as it was the payments were more than I could do, I found a bank to loan me the money. I also found a pretty lady to rent a room to. Susan is 26 and on the fast track to becoming an executive at one of the major corporations in town. Having an address in this part of town made her look good. She often had clients or a few supervisors from her office over for dinner or pool parties. As far as they knew it was I that was the renter. I didn't mind, her rent almost made my mortgage payment, and the two of us really got along well. My house is two stories. I have the second floor, which is three bedrooms and two baths. I run my online business from one of the rooms. She rents out the master suite on the first floor and of course has full use of the pool and any part of the house except for the second floor. Susan and I are in no way involved. And never will be. I won't go into it but we wouldn't work romantically. We work great as friends. Susan has a pretty steady boyfriend that has never stayed over; Susan's rule not mine, and a very steady girlfriend, Jennifer, which the boyfriend knows nothing about. Jennifer stays over several nights a week. Jennifer is 19, slight build, and a virgin. Susan filled me in on Jennifer's story one night after too many beers, then made me swear to never let Jennifer know that I knew. Jennifer doesn't consider herself a lesbian. Even though she is in love with Susan. In high school Jennifer had a few boyfriends but found that they only wanted to feel her up and try to convince her to have sex. She found the boys to be disgusting and was really turned off to the whole idea of dating. Jennifer and I get along really well, and have often gone to dinner, movies and just gone out. But we went out as friends. I never forgot what Susan told me and I did not want to scare this girl off. Since the girls never came upstairs I never bothered to close the doors. I would often walk around naked and kept the bathroom door open when I shit. This day I was lying in bed jerking off. I was taking my time and just enjoying it. I felt rather than heard someone. I looked up to see Jennifer standing in my doorway watching intently. "Hello Jennifer." I said. Making no attempt of cover myself and continued to stroke myself. "Are you snooping?" "I didn't see your truck, I didn't think you were home. Yes I was." "I loaned my truck to a friend." "I had better go." She made no attempt to leave and never stopped watching my hand stroke my dick." "You can stay if you like. You don't have to do anything. I won't try anything with you." "No I need to leave." Still she made not attempt to leave. And after about a minute came into the room. "Jennifer I would like you to take your shirt off. Fair is fair. You don't have to you can just watch. But I would really like to look at you as I play with myself." I guess Jennifer just got out of bed she was only wearing a sleep shirt, which she took off without thinking and a tiny pair of panties. She came over and sat on the side of the bed facing me and watching my penis, which I never stopped stroking. I stroked slowly and purposely. As a large drop of pre-cum oozed out I took my finger and wiped it off and sucked my finger clean. I love the taste of my pre-cum. "What's it taste like?" "The pre-cum has a very mild flavor. My cum is stronger and not always as tasty." "Do you taste your cum to?" "Not usually. But I have." "How often do you do this?" "Several times a week. How often do you masturbate?" She asked me lots of questions. About how it works and such. After a bit I was flaccid but I kept stroking it. "Why is it soft." "I'm distracted. It will get hard again. If you want to feel it, I will get hard quick with your touch." She very tenderly started to touch me. Using just the tips of her fingers she rubbed my shaft from top to bottom, and cupped my balls with her other hand. I can tell she was really enjoying herself. As I became hard she started stroking me like she saw me doing. It didn't take long for me to really start pumping out the pre-cum. As it started to drip off my dick she surprised me by bending over and sucking my purple head. Then she really got into giving me a full on blowjob. I told her that when I cum it may make her gag if she isn't ready for it. I told her I would give her warning if she wanted to move her head. She said no she really wanted to finish. I did warn her before came. She kept sucking away, when I came it still caught her off guard, and she gagged just a little. But she managed to keep it down and swallowed like a pro. She licked her lips and again started sucking on my deflating penis. "It feels, different. I like it in my mouth. I really like it soft like this." "Can I fondle you breasts some?" She rolled on her back and said, "Please do." So I fondled and sucked on those nice nipples for several minutes before she said: "I think I must be the oldest virgin. That is the first time I have ever touched a penis. I really liked it." I told her she was more than welcome to play with me any time. No obligation. I won't ever push her to do anything. I do like seeing her tits but that is up to her. She kissed me lightly on the lips and went down stairs. I went down a few minutes later and made breakfast for the girls. I often make breakfast. As I cooked Jennifer and I acted like nothing had happened. We must have still been acting a bit odd because Susan asked what was up. Jennifer and I said at the same time, "Nothing. Why?" Right after breakfast Susan had to leave for a bit. Jennifer and I just looked at each other and started laughing. Then she came over to me put her hand down my pajama pants grabbed my dick and said that she would like to play with him more, and gave me a big kiss with lots of tongue. That night just as I was about to drift off to sleep Jennifer crawled into my bed. "Susan had to run to the office. Can I play with him?" What could I say? "Are you kidding? I am trying to sleep." At that I rolled over and put her hand on my dick. "Well ok. I mean since you came all the way up here and all." She pulled off her sleep shirt, and this time she wasn't wearing any panties. Jennifer can I return the favor you gave me this morning? I would love to lick you pussy." At that she put her pussy right on my face and started to give me her second blowjob. This time she was ready when I came and didn't gag at all. She again thanked me and went down to shower before Susan came home. Jennifer and I fooled around for the next several weeks. I never tried to have sex. Sometimes I would wake up with her sucking my dick. She just wanted to play with a dick without some boy/man trying to make her do anything she wasn't ready to do. We went out more often, before we went out as friends, but now it was more like dating. We often kissed long and hard. We kissed like lovers. We talked about telling Susan, after all Susan had a boyfriend, why couldn't Jennifer. Then it happened. It was bound to. Jennifer and I weren't really sneaky about what we were doing. We were on the couch watching a movie. Jennifer's head was on my leg and her hand was up the leg of my shorts playing with my penis. She was wearing a button down shirt and I had all of the buttons undone and was fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples. We heard Susan drive up. "You better sit up and get dressed." "No. I am not moving. Keep your hand right where it is." I was not sure what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. When Susan walked in she was really caught off guard. "I knew something was up with you to. I just didn't know what. Jennifer, can't you let go of that for a minute?" "Susan you know I love you. But I have fallen in love with Jeff as well. I don't want to loose you. Do you think we can work?" At that Jennifer let go of my dick and got up and gave Susan a big hug and started kissing her. That night was the first full night Jennifer spent in my bed and we made love. We went slow and easy. I did my best to make her first time a good one. I think it was because she now shares my bed most every night. She has moved into the spare room but doesn't have a bed in it. She uses it mostly as a sewing/computer room. Long story short. Susan and Jennifer are still lovers. Jennifer and I have fallen deeply in love. There will never be a three-some with Susan. Sorry I just couldn't do it, not with Susan anyway. Usually Jennifer sleeps in my bed but a couple nights a week she sleeps with Susan. The Renter May-December relationships can work out. My story is a good example of that. My name is Barry, I'm a 50 year old guy in West Tennessee. Happily married with 2 kids for 20+ years. Faithful to my wife, at least until this story happened. Sex with my wife is generally good, just not very often. The same old excuses, "I'm tired........we don't have enough time........ the kids could hear us"....on and on....basically we have sex about once every 2 months. When we do make love it's usually pretty good, a lot of pent up frustrations and need, and we can really go at it. Nothing too outlandish, straight sex....missionary, and some times doggie-style. Definitely no blow-jobs. With the infrequent love making sessions, I was ripe for an affair. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't out "looking" for another woman, but if one dropped right in my lap so to speak...well......Anyway, I would "relieve myself" when the need arose. I would usually look at some porn on the web late at night while everyone was asleep, and I was up masturbating. So this was my situation. We own a mobile home close to our own house that we rent. Our neighbors offered it to us years ago, because they were moving and didn't want to go through the trouble of auctioning it, or listing it with a realtor. My wife and I thought it would be a good idea, and we could control who lived there, and make some money in the process. Anyone in real estate will tell you that with rental property, the renter is the most important thing. A good renter is a good experience for the landlord, and a bad renter is a nightmare. We've had some good ones. The bad ones were memorable. One guy left a pet boa constrictor in the home. We found it while were cleaning out the place and it was curled up underneath the refrigerator. Scared us to death. Another had so many cars while he lived there that the yard could have doubled as a junk yard. By far the best renters are the single women or single moms. They pay on time, and keep the place looking good: a really good situation. The trouble starts when they bring their boyfriend in to live with them. The boyfriends usually aren't all that great, and are taking advantage of the woman. We learned a long time ago to make sure the woman in the home knows that she is the only person to be living there. Our most recent renter is a 24 year old woman named "Shelly". Shelly has been in the home about two and a half years, and keeps the place spotless. She's never late with a payment, and is a pleasure to be around. She works at a child care facility, loves heavy metal music and Mexican food. When she's home and we see her, she's most always in a band T-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops. She is a little plump, but not over-weight. Nice breasts, great butt, wonderful figure, just not skinny. She has pale white skin, big brown eyes, and dark black hair. Really innocent-looking face, but striking as well. Her voice is the kicker. She has this innocent, almost child-like voice which sounds as if she were still in middle school. It just doesn't go with a woman her age. She always lived at home until she moved into our mobile home. Because of this, she is a little naïve about matters of finance, and how things in the "real world" work. When she moved in Shelly had a boyfriend. We made it clear that he wasn't ever going to live there. He could stay over night infrequently, but if we saw his truck there all the time and found him there constantly, then they were both out of a place to stay. Shelly kept up her end of the contract. Her boyfriend would spend the night occasionally, but never more than once a week. It seemed that they got along well when she first moved in. About a year after she first moved in, we noticed that the boyfriend's truck wasn't there as much, if at all. The next time Shelly brought the rent to us we asked if everything was alright. She said yes, and didn't immediately volunteer any facts. After a few minutes of conversation she mentioned that she and her boyfriend had stopped seeing each other. Not much more information, and I didn't try to pry. She did ask that I come up and look at her back door. She said that it had a leak whenever it would rain really hard. Later that week I went to look at the door while she was still at work. Not much of a problem, the door wasn't completely making a good seal when it closed and a little water was getting in. A little work on the hinges and it was fixed. Once that was done my curiosity got the best of me and I started to look around the home. I did what a landlord isn't supposed to do: go through her drawers and closets. I found lots of heavy metal group T-shirts and jeans. I found out she had 34C boobs when I looked in her underwear drawer. She didn't have lingerie, but there was another drawer that had some interesting things in it. One of her drawers had a small vibrating egg, several condoms, a small bottle of massage oil / lube, a soft leather riding crop, and a deck of playing cards with sexual positions on the cards. Well this set my mind racing off in all sorts of different directions! For the next few days I could hardly think of anything else but what Shelly was doing in that bedroom. Did she and her boyfriend play cards and try out different positions? Did he use the riding crop on her.....did she use it on him?!?! Did she use the egg when she was home alone? I literally couldn't keep my mind off her! Slowly I stopped fantasizing about Shelly as much, and I was able to function more normally! When I first looked in her drawer it was in the fall. I didn't have much contact with her until March of the following year when she came by to pay her rent. I was at home and she came in the house with her rent check. We talked about her job, how the home was, eventually I got up the nerve to ask if she and her boyfriend had gotten back together. Shelly said they had tried but it didn't work out. Actually, they had just broken up again last week. I spent the next few minutes telling Shelly how pretty she was and what a great catch she would be for a guy. She appreciated the attention and blushed several times. Maybe I was paying a little too much attention to her. All the while I'm talking to her my mind would drift back to the drawer... Shelly left and thanked me for the advice and conversation. I only saw her in passing until May. When the weather gets better I try to do any work on the outside of the home before the heats gets unbearable in July. One of the things I do is power wash the outside of the home and get any mildew/mold off of it. I started on a Saturday afternoon. Shelly was home and I went to her door to let her know what I was doing. She came to the door in a Pantera T-shirt, and tight exercise shorts. It was the first time I'd seen Shelly in short pants and her legs looked great. I must have stared a few seconds too long because when I finally looked at her face she was looking back at my with a small grin on her face. I'd been caught checking her out! I quickly picked up the conversation again and told her that I'd be power washing the home and not to worry about the noise outside. She was fine and came outside to look at the walls. I got to see her ass now and she had a fantastic backside as well. She caught me looking at her butt this time, and again she smiled at me. I went about my work but didn't finish before dark. The sprayer had a high pressure oscillating nozzle and it sounded like a washing machine on spin cycle. While I was putting things away Shelly came out. She looked things over. I said, "Sorry about any noise this thing made. The nozzle actually makes it sound like a vibrator." Did I just say that? I couldn't believe I could be so stupid. I'm quite sure that right then I must have had a completely dorky look on my face! There was a long pause and then I said, "I'm sorry Shelly, I shouldn't have said that. Please forgive me." "It's okay Barry, I know what a vibrator is." And she started to giggle, and then I burst out laughing as well. The nervousness seemed to evaporate once we began laughing. "How could you know what a vibrator is? You're too innocent for that kind of thing." "I'm not as innocent as you think I am Barry. I might know more than you give me credit for." We both laughed and made small talk for a few seconds more and then Shelly went inside, and I finished putting things back into the garage. I couldn't believe we just had this conversation and my mind kept thinking about her drawer. I had planned on finishing the next day, Sunday afternoon, but when I started the power washer, the motor burned out on it. The next day I bought a new one and was going to finish the job later that afternoon. Shelly hadn't been at home on Sunday, and when I started on Monday afternoon she wasn't home either. I was spraying on the far side of the home when she came home. On that end was Shelly's bedroom. Shelly came in the house while I was spraying outside of her bedroom window. Her bedroom window blinds were half open. A few minutes after she got home the light came on in her bedroom and she walked in. She opened the closet door and got out a change of clothes. I could see in the window between her mini-blinds and it looked like a halter top and shorts. I'm still spraying the outside of the home, so she had to know I was there. I wasn't concentrating on the spraying at this point. Shelly began to take her T-shirt off over her head. I could not believe this! After that she peeled off her jeans. Then she immediately undid her bra from the back and then I could see her bare back and panties. She looked awesome. She had pale white skin, a small tattoo on her left shoulder blade, and a great figure. She slowly turned around to get the top off her bed, and then I could see her breasts. White skin with dark red nipples, about the size of quarters I guessed, and her nipples were pointed. Was she excited? Did she know the show she was giving me? She slowly put on the halter top, adjusting it several times before she was satisfied. Then she started to put on her shorts. She never looked at the window, but she had to know I was there. After she left her bedroom I tried to refocus on spraying, but it was hopeless. After about 15 minutes I made it around to the front side of the home. Shelly came outside to watch me. I was still on my ladder and when she walked up to me, I was looking straight down into her halter and had a great view of her cleavage. The halter pushed her boobs up nicely and made them look huge. I'm sure she noticed me staring and again, she was smiling at me. "The house looks really clean Barry," she commented. "Could you help me with something inside when you get a chance?" I was really close to finishing outside so I told her I'd be in to help in a few minutes. I finished, put up my gear, and went to her door. She came to the door still wearing the halter and shorts. She led me down her hall where her heat / air conditioner was. I was staring at her ass all the way down the hall, and it seemed to have a swish and sway to it that I hadn't noticed before. Maybe Shelly meant for her ass to move like that. Maybe she thought I might be watching her walk down the hall. My mind couldn't help itself from putting together some erotic scenarios with me and Shelly. I tried to concentrate on what Shelly needed me to do. "I've been trying to get this filter out to vacuum it, but just haven't been able to." She had a small step stool to use in order to get to the top of the unit and the filter. She climbed up to show me and then she reached up to try to get the filter out. The filter was on the top of the unit and still just out of Shelly's reach. When she did this, it was slow and oh so nice... I got a close up view of her ass, I could see the outline of her ass cheeks, and when she reached up for the filter I could see the halter top pulling up above the bottom of her boobs. "I can reach the filter, but can't get it loose," she said. "Let me try to get it," I offered. As she started down the step ladder she missed a step and fell into my chest. I grabbed her and held her for a second to steady her. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I had my arms around her. She looked up at me with those big round brown eyes and softly said, "Thanks, I'm glad you were here to grab me." Her voice was so innocent, but I detected she was playing me. Shelly didn't pull away immediately; she stayed there and kept looking up into my eyes. Okay, I KNOW she was doing this on purpose.... but was she really coming on to me, or just playing a little teasing game? Either way I was thoroughly enjoying this. I climbed up the step ladder and reached the filter easily. Shelly put her hand on my back to steady me, and as I came down with the filter, her hand slid down to my ass. She kept it there even once I was on the floor. I gave Shelly the filter, and was ready to head back outside to the power washer. Now all my instincts were telling me to get out! She's way too young, remember your wife, you're playing with fire! But as I started to make my way towards the door, Shelly stopped me. "Wait Barry, can you do one more thing for me? I have a clothes container in my bedroom that I have pushed so far under the bed, I can't reach it. Could you pull it out for me? I'm just so glad to have a man here to do a couple of things for me." Her bedroom? I should have said no, but I went into her bedroom and looked at the bed. I lifted the bed skirt and got down on the floor to look under the bed. There it was, pushed back against the wall. I reached back and got my hand on the outside of the box and slowly started working it back to the front of the bed. I wasn't sure being down on the floor, but I thought I heard the bedroom door shut behind me. I slid the box all the way out and turned to show Shelly. When I turned around, still on my knees, her bare breasts were staring me in the face. Up close they were even more perfect that when I watched her through the window. "What have I got to do to get your attention?" "Shelly I really need to be going, I'm sorry but...." Shelly moved closer to me and put one of her breasts against my mouth. God they were luscious. Still in defense mode, I got to my feet and explained to her I had to go. I made it to the living room and I quickly got to the front door and was trying to get it open. Shelly had followed me, and before I had made it out the front door, she collapsed on the living room couch, and started crying. She was sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking! You've been so nice and I knew you were looking at me! I don't know what to do." I was really confused now. Was Shelly bi-polar? Nothing was making sense, so what do I do... I sit down next to her, put my arm around her and try to comfort her. A few seconds ago I was scared to death, not wanting to get into a "bad situation" and now I'm beside a nearly naked 20 year old with my arm around her! "Shelly, what's the matter? Try to calm down and just talk to me. Please tell me what's the matter? Everything will be all right." It took a few minutes for her to quiet down and stop sobbing. Once she did she could talk, but she was very ashamed and self-conscious. She covered herself up with a throw that was on the couch. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just haven't been myself for months now, ever since my boyfriend dumped me." "Tell me what happened, Shelly." "Well Tim left me and said it was because I wasn't affectionate, uh, well...experienced enough for him. I don't think I made him happy in bed. I haven't figured out what it was I did wrong, and just haven't been myself for the last couple of months. You've been so nice to me and you seemed to be so attracted to me, that I just thought......that.....you might want me." "Shelly, were you and Tim together for a long time?" "About 6 months, on and off, I think." "And had you dated many other boys before Tim?" "No, really I haven't, and...Tim was.....well he was the first one. He was special. I really wanted things to work out between us. I still don't understand why he wasn't happy." Now I was beginning to get the picture...a young girl matures late, doesn't date a lot, and has a low view of herself. She meets a guy who's interested in her, they hook up, she falls for him, and she is just another conquest for the guy. He probably didn't take his time trying to show Shelly what was good for a guy or even bothered to make sure she was happy in bed. They break up and Shelly is constantly kicking herself thinking she's driven the asshole away, and ends up blaming herself for the whole relationship breaking apart. Now a man shows her some attention and she just goes nuts for the attention, not necessarily the man. "I can't understand why any young man would not be just head-over-heels for you Shelly. You're beautiful, sexy, and a great person. This guy Tim must have been in the relationship for sex, and not really interested in you." "I don't know... he was just so into everything when we first started." "Shelly, everything is going to be okay. You'll find a great guy, who'll be lucky to be with you." At this she looked up at me, those big brown eyes still red from crying, but still beautiful. I felt genuine compassion for her and rubbed the side of her face and her head with my hand. I ran my fingers through her hair trying to keep her calm. She held my hand against her cheek and closed her eyes. The throw she had covered herself with was over her shoulders, and covered her chest, but while she had been sitting next to me, the throw had loosened and exposed her cleavage. While her eyes were closed I looked intently at her cleavage and how luscious her skin was, how lovely her breasts were. She opened her eyes and caught me looking again. She took my hand and kissed it. "Thank you, I really needed to hear you say those things." She stared right up into my eyes. It was one of those gazes that freezes a man. One you can't look away from, one you just keep looking deeper as if you're searching for a bottom to a deep well. I could feel myself leaning down closer to her face. I didn't realize it then, but her chin was beginning to push up towards my face... it seemed like a minute or more, we didn't say anything, our faces just kept getting closer... my heart had started to pound and I felt nervous... anticipating... our lips touched ever so lightly. It was a soft, tender kiss right out of a romance novel. Our mouths must have stayed together for what seemed like forever. When we broke apart we looked at each other again, still staring into each other's eyes as if to be asking, "What now?" Shelly reached and caressed my face and kissed me again. Our tongues met and twirled in each other's mouths, gently, almost like a dance. I instinctively reached around her and pulled her closer to me. I felt her soft breasts press against my chest. We continued exploring each other's tongues and mouths and kissed, and kissed, again and again. The throw had fallen off one of her shoulders. Whenever I opened my eyes I caught glimpses of her breasts. Her dark nipples on her pale white skin were perfect. Now I was lost in the moment, my lust had taken over. My wife was not coming into my mind at all, just kissing, holding and touching this beautiful young woman, and wanting her more and more by the minute. As we kept at it, the kissing became more passionate, and I noticed, a little less skilled. Sometimes Shelly would try too hard, almost trying to reach the back of my throat with her tongue, even letting her teeth graze against mine. I gently held her face and tried to slow her pace, purposefully trying to get her to be more passionate, less forceful. She seemed to know what I was asking without words being spoken. Her kisses slowed, she stopped trying to push her tongue so far back in my mouth. She then started to kiss my neck and ears. I did the same to her, letting my tongue dance across her neck, shoulders, collarbone, and chest. Shelly laid back against the couch and I followed her with my mouth on her neck. I traced circles with my tongue down her chest. With her hands on my head she followed my head down to her right breast. The Renter "No turning back now," I thought. I took her nipple into my hungry mouth, gently sucking it, running circles around the tip with my tongue. Shelly moaned softly, "Yeeesss, yeeesssss." I went from one breast to the next, and back several times while Shelly's hands held my head steady on her breast, urging me on to continue my licking, caressing, and sucking. Her breasts were amazing: soft, yet firm, they stood out just as you would expect a young woman's breasts to do. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, but I raised off of her chest and started licking my way back up her neck. Shelly raised her head up and met me with a passionate kiss. She slowly pushed me back on the couch so that I was lying back now. I was wearing a t-shirt that she raised up from my waist and lifted over my head. Once the shirt was off, she proceeded to kiss my chest and quickly went to my nipples. My first thought was that she would be so fired up that she would try to suck my chest off, but, she was quite restrained. Gently kneading each nipple, sucking and licking each one. I was about to go nuts! It was great. All this time my cock had grown to full attention and was ready to go, and by now I was forgetting any inhibitions I had previously, and just wanted Shelly. I took her hand and laid it on the outside of my shorts. Shelly smiled as she felt my hard cock. I undid my drawstring and guided her hand under my shorts to my waiting cock. She gently touched it, running her fingers up and down it's length. She took hold of it and stroked it slowly. I reached down and pushed the shorts down my thighs and my dick was standing straight up with Shelly's petite hand wrapped around it. Shelly never took her eyes off of my cock. She seemed almost mesmerized by it somehow. The next words out of my mouth showed just how far from my mind my wife, kids, or any trouble I might be about to get into, were. "Shelly, have you ever given a blowjob to your boyfriend?" "Only a couple of times. Would you like me to put in my mouth?" I didn't say anything, I just guided her head softly to my crotch. The inexperience that Shelly had with lovemaking quickly showed up again. Shelly went down on my dick hard. She tried to go up and down on it fast and with little or no passion. Very mechanical, she didn't suck very much, and she would try to push her mouth down onto my member so hard that my cock would hit the roof of her mouth and hurt. She wasn't very good at concealing her teeth. Almost every time she would go up or down her teeth would graze my shaft. That hurt too. It only took about 30 seconds of this and my erection started to fade. I stopped Shelly and asked, "Would you like me to teach you what a man enjoys when you suck him like this?" Embarrassed, Shelly said, "Yes... am I not doing it right?" Her eyes almost teared up just saying this. "Shelly, let me give you a few tips, okay?" Shelly nodded. "I want you to do exactly what I ask you to do, and take all the time you want to. I want you to make love to my cock." Shelly smiled and was ready to follow instructions. "Start by licking up and down the entire length of my shaft. Slow and long strokes." Shelly began at the bottom of the underside of my cock. Her tongue felt like velvet. She was so soft and tender. I was rock hard again instantly. She licked slowly on all sides of my shaft for several minutes. "Now lick on the underside just below the head, below the opening. Flick your tongue quickly there." Whoa, that was fantastic! She could make her tongue go really fast and it was magic. "Shelly, that's wonderful! Now lick the same way over the top of the head, these are the two most sensitive areas on my cock." Shelly leaned up and over my cock and flicked her tongue lightly over the top of my head. I raised my hips and started to wiggle quite a bit. It was driving me nuts, but I was enjoying the hell out of this!! Shelly could tell she was doing good and started back down my shaft with her tongue, and then back up to the head. "Shelly, lick down my shaft and gently take one of my balls into your mouth. Be very gentle and suck lightly while you lick." She did exactly what I told her and went from one ball to the other. "Take my shaft in your hand and hold it while you are loving my balls." While Shelly was doing this she began to moan softly. She was enjoying the pleasure she was giving me. "That...... that's wonderful Shelly.....you're fantastic! Now take your hand and slowly, stroke my cock from the bottom of the shaft upward." Shelly began to stroke me while she was still licking my balls. She brought her head up and looked at me to make sure she was doing things just right. "Great, now take the head into your mouth again. I want you to move your mouth up and down the top of the shaft while you stroke me with your hand". I was going to see if Shelly had any real coordination or not. "Be careful not to graze my dick with your teeth. Use your lips, tongue, and inside of your mouth." Shelly was very slow and careful, making sure she didn't go too fast or hurt me. Her mouth was great and she picked up on this really quickly. I was enjoying this and knew it wouldn't be much longer and I'd be shooting my load. "Shelly you're doing great! That feels so...so good." My breathing was now getting shorter and quicker. I was really getting turned on! I told Shelly, "Try to use your tongue while you suck a little harder on my cock. And don't stop going up and down on me, keep up the rhythm with your hand." I could not believe this! Shelly was a quick study! Oh Lord, this felt great. My hips were gyrating and I was getting close. "Shelly, I'm really close to coming. You can take your mouth off my cock if you want to, but most men love to be able to cum in a woman's mouth. Are you okay with this?" God, I was hoping she would say yes!! "Ummm," was all I heard... "Okay, start to pick up the pace with your hand and your mouth. Go faster, but not harder......you want to create friction, but still be gentle." Shelly did exactly as I asked. She started going faster with her hand and her mouth was going up and down quickly on my head. Her tongue was working too while she sucked me into her mouth. I could tell that she was getting more and more excited as she sucked me. Shelly sucked harder, and I put my hands on her head at in her hair. I gently pushed her down further on my dick. I tried not to push too hard and force more in her mouth that she could take. But, I was really close now. And it was getting harder to control myself! "She....lly, Oh my.....that's it....Oh God that's it! Don't stop, don't ever stooooop!" I gritted my teeth and came like a fountain in Shelly's mouth. The cum slowed her down and she just held my cock in her hand and mouth. I seemed to come for a full minute. My eyes were closed tight at first, then I opened them and looked at Shelly, still locked on my cock. I could see my cum dripping out the sides of her little, tender mouth and down my shaft. My cock was still twitching with excitement as it finished it's explosion. Shelly was slowly moving her soft tongue over my cockhead. That feeling alone was unbelievable! God, my wife had never sucked me like this! And the way Shelly started out, I never would have dreamed she would get me off like this! My cock was gradually going down, but still felt incredible. I felt Shelly swallow once while I was inside her mouth, and her tongue was moving across my dick. Shelly looked up at me, her brown eyes wide open and beautiful. I'm not sure what sort of reaction she was expecting, but she wasn't smiling. She had a questioning look in her eyes and on her face. Letting go of my cock, more of my cum ran out of her mouth and down my shaft. She had my semen dripping from her tender, pouty lips and from her chin. Some of it had fallen on her breasts. With her soft brown eyes, she was looking at me as if she was innocently asking, "Did I do this right? Did I make you happy?" Shelly most certainly did.