Craftsman Screw Drivers
written by:
Adam

Craftsman Screwdrivers by Adam

I'm Julie ... I'm twenty, in my third year of college and hope to be a doctor someday. I'm about five feet four, very thin, with small breasts and long legs for my height. I guess a typical college student or at this point a typical young woman. I'm kind of a geek, and I find dating awkward. I wear glasses, and usually have my hair pulled back in a small tight pony tail. I don't wear makeup, and jeans and tee shirts make up most of my ward robe. I guess I'm not what most guys would describe as sexy, because I'm sort of a Tom boy although, like any other college girl, sex is on my mind quite often. My sex life was primarily masturbation although I've had a number of partners since I started attending college... four to be exact. I lost my virginity, to another geek, two months after starting college. I like sex, but most guys think if I cum once that's enough, then they usually finish before I can cum again. When I masturbate I can have five or six orgasms so why can't guys understand I need more than one.

Anyway ... I attend college in a small south western town and rent a little one room efficiency apartment over the garage of a home owned by a middle aged couple who live in the main house. The apartment has a small kitchen, living room and bedroom in the main area and a small bath off to the side. It also has it's own entry stairway and the garage is large enough that my little Miata fits nicely. They also have a pool that is accessed through a hallway at the bottom of the steps to my apartment. The hallway connects the pool to the back of the main house. The pool is nice because I can sit by the pool as I study or read. Seems like all I do is study. I don't have much of a social life because I have to study so much and don't want anything to get in the way of becoming a doctor. I've been living in the apartment for about two years and usually go back home over the summer months, but I think that's going to change this year.

The owners, and my landlord, are John and Kathy ... mid forties, both are tall and slender. Kathy is pretty with long black hair and John has that Sean Connery look ... rugged and handsome at any age. He used to work for some government agency and traveled all over the world, so he's got some pretty strange stories.

About three months after I moved into the apartment, Kathy moved out after getting caught in bed with John's cousin. I tried to stay neutral during the fall-out from her affair and the arguments that followed, but afterward it felt kind of strange not seeing her around. John works a lot of hours and some nights doesn't come home until late, so I didn't see him very often either. It worked out for me because I'd put on my bikini and sit by the pool as I study or surf on my computer. It's almost like having my own house except I can only use a small portion of it.

John began dating a few months after Kathy moved out and often brought his dates back to the house for drinks or something a little more. It seems like he was having sex with everyone he dates, but in reality he only dated a couple different women. He went out with one brunette several times a week and always has sex with her after the date. He introduced her to me and although she seemed nice, I think he only went out with her because she seemed to really enjoy sex. She was very vocal when they were having sex and most of the times I'd just cover my head with a pillow or if I was still by the pool, I'd go up to my apartment until she's finished. I say "most of the time", because that changed after I began spying on them while they were having sex.

Many nights, after he'd take his date home, then sit by the pool enjoying a glass of wine. Usually he only had the lights on that are in the pool which makes sitting there very relaxing. If I was still there, he'd sit beside me in one of the lounge chairs and we'd talk about his dates, my school, or one of his stories, or whatever came to mind. He was very nice and never got flirtatious or dirty, so I like talking with him. I don't think he's emotionally involved with any of his dates, but he did seem to enjoy talking about them. At the time I think he was still in love with Kathy but his pride wouldn't allow him to reconnect with her, so he went out a lot. We became very close and he treated me more like a close friend or daughter than a tenant. He even kissed me on the cheek before he went to bed and sometimes I'd give him a hug or a peck on the cheek when he got up to go into the house. I love sitting by the pool and talking with him, because he's got so many interesting stories. When I'd hear him pull in the driveway, I'd pour a glass of wine for him and meet him at the gate to the pool and invite him to sit and enjoy the evening. I was beginning to think I might have a crush on him... go figure ... the geek and her Sean Connery look alike.

Here's where the real story begins... One night, I heard John and his date begin to go at it while I was still sitting by the pool. It was dark but I was enjoying an early evening having a glass of wine, and had been surfing the porn sites for about an hour. When they first started, I ignored them but then my horny curiosity kicked in and instead of going up to my apartment, I crept over to the window outside John's bedroom. I slowly raised up enough to see inside and there they were, she on all fours and him behind her, banging her doggy style. It was pretty dark in their room which prevented me from seeing details like his penis penetrating her, but it was clear what they were doing. I knew they couldn't see me because it was dark and I kept in the shadows, so I watched for a few minutes then began to feel my own little box getting wet. I was getting turned on from watching John and his girl friend fucking on his bed. I thought "What a pervert I am,"... it seems like John can last a long time so after ten or fifteen minutes I was so horny that I decided I needed some sexual relief. I headed toward my apartment to masturbate.

On the way back to my apartment I was thinking about how I was going to get myself off and was a bit disappointed that I didn't have the option of a guy between my legs or something to push into my pussy. At the time I didn't own a vibrator or dildo, so usually I would only use my fingers. Then I remembered John is an engineer and loves tinkering with a couple classic cars he owns, so he has a huge tool box in the garage where he keeps all kinds of tools. On this night, since I had gotten worked up as I watched John and his girl friend, I decided to look for something to put in my pussy instead of simply fingering myself. I went into the garage hoping to find something to spice up my masturbation. To my delight I realized he had a huge assortment of Craftsman screwdrivers with various sized handles. I grabbed three of them, each of a different size, and headed back to my apartment as John and his girlfriend kept up their sexual activities in his room.

Once back in my room I stripped off my pajamas and place the handle end of the smallest screw driver at the entrance to my little love nest. I was already wet from thinking about what it was going to feel like, so as I pushed the handle into my pussy, I closed my eyes to enjoy the new sensation. The handle had small ribs on the sides to aid in gripping, so as I pushed it into me, those little ribs felt so good that I almost came right away. I started moving it in and out and not more than five minutes later I had my first orgasm on John's screw driver. I relaxed and enjoyed the afterglow then decided to try one of the larger ones. I pushed the next one into my pussy and was delighted to find that it too had ridges along the sides which also drove me crazy. This one had a much fatter and longer handle on it so I could make really long strokes, as I pushed and pulled it in and out of my pussy. Ten minutes later I had my second orgasm. This was great ... I'd found a new way to masturbate. I lay still for a few minutes, but hadn't removed the screw driver from my pussy, so after a couple minutes I began to move the screwdriver in and out again. After two more orgasms I had to lie still to catch my breath... oh wow... I loved his screw drivers.

When I started to use the third screw driver I heard John and his girlfriend downstairs by the pool, and didn't want them to know I was awake, so I stopped and pulled it out. I placed all three screw drivers under my pillow, planning to use one of them again before morning came. Unfortunately I guess four orgasms so close together tired me out because I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next morning.

When I woke up the next morning, I crept down the stairs with two of the three screw drivers in my hand. I had washed them off, and was going to put them back in John's tool box.

Over the next several days I tried a few of his screw drivers to see which one I liked best. I was having five and six orgasms every night as I experimented with his tools, after watching John bang his date. My bed time changed based upon his date schedule. If he had a date, I'd watch them then go up to my apartment to masturbate. If he didn't have a date, we'd sit by the pool and I'd go crazy as my mind replayed what I'd seen the night before. I was becoming quite the pervert... I'd watch John and his date having sex as a way to get myself really worked up, then go to my apartment and masturbate with his screw drivers. I was having great orgasms and was able to have a variety of ‘lovers' just by choosing a different screw driver.

About a month after I started using the screw drivers, John went out of town on business, leaving me alone with my new found lovers ... the Craftsman family. Since John was away, I got brave and decided to masturbate by the pool after I finished studying. I pulled the bottom of my bikini down over my little bush, then down over my knees and then completely off. The warm breeze blowing across my bare skin really turned me on so I also removed my top, leaving me completely naked. I then went into the garage to retrieve a couple of my favorite screwdriver lovers. I knew exactly which ones I wanted and didn't waste any time heading back to the lounge chair. I had never been naked outdoors before this and loved how it felt. I laid back down on one of the lounge chairs then simply spread my legs and hung them over the side. I was so turned on from the anticipation, that I came immediately as I inserted the handle into my pussy. I paused for a few minutes then began the in and out motion I so loved. I came again a few minutes later but didn't stop the movement. After five or six orgasms I was exhausted and decided to head up to bed.

Over the next several days, I masturbated on the lounge chair, by the pool, every evening. I had the place to myself and the idea of being naked outdoors really got me going. By the third night my boldness was taking over and I even masturbated in the pool. By the time Thursday rolled around, I simply stripped in my apartment then went down the steps and into the pool area ...naked. It's a good thing there were no neighbors close by.

Thursday evening I drank almost a full bottle of wine as I masturbated. All day I'd been thinking about fucking my screwdriver buddies so as soon as I got home I masturbated, then over the course of the next two hours I'd drink my wine, masturbate, drink more wine and masturbate some more. I remember my last orgasm was when I jammed the slotted end of the largest screw driver, into a crack in the concrete then lowered myself down onto the handle then bounced up and down on it until my eyes rolled back in my head. Oh... my... word ... I loved it that way ... not having to hold the tool with my own hand... wonderful. I fell asleep on the lounge chair, and didn't wake up until daylight the next morning. As soon as I realized it was morning, I jumped up and ran to my apartment, then remembered I'd left the screw driver embedded in the crack in the concrete. I ran back down stairs, still naked, to retrieve the screw driver. I then ran back upstairs, showered, and ate breakfast, so I could get off to class.

When I got home that evening, I began to repeat my performance from the night before, but decided to start with simply laying on the lounge chair and slowly moving the screw driver in and out of me. I went slowly because I wanted to prolong my orgasm, which always increased the intensity of each orgasmic pulsation. I moved the screwdriver in and out and felt that familiar ache in my belly start to overtake my body. I closed my eyes and raised my hips into the air slightly as the pulsations began to shake my body.

Just as I was about to open my eyes I heard a voice. "Was that as good as it looked," the voice said. It was John. He had returned a day early and had come into the pool area just before my orgasm. He was standing several feet away, with a grin on his face, after having watched me have an orgasm. I was so embarrassed but he was chuckling as he walked over to me. I still had the screw driver inside my pussy as he sat down on the lounge chair beside me. When I started to remove the tool from my vagina, he reached down and put his hand on top of mine to stop me.

"You don't have to stop just because I'm here... you look like you're enjoying yourself," he told me.

"I'm sooo embarrassed," I told him as I buried my face in my hands.

"It's okay ... guys masturbate using whatever they can find, so why shouldn't you" he told me with a chuckle.

He still had his hand on top of mine as he spoke, then, slowly he moved his fingers across my belly. I didn't remove the screw driver and was kind of hoping he'd do something more. As he stroked my belly, I began to get turned on again. I could see my vaginal lips beginning to puff out as he lightly touched my skin. He moved his hand back to the screw driver and pushed my hand away, then took hold of it and began to move it in a small circle. My hips raised up into the air in an automatic response to his touch and movement, and I knew I wouldn't last long. I gripped the edge of the lounge chair as he moved the screw driver in and out of my pussy. He knew what he was dong to me because he was watching my facial expressions as he masturbated me. I was getting close to another orgasm when he stopped moving the screw driver, but didn't remove it.

He moved down between my legs and slowly kissed my stomach, using his tongue to make a small wet spot at each kiss. He started kissing lower and lower and as he got close to my vagina he took hold of the screw driver and began to move it in a circle. When he was right at the edge of my vaginal lips he paused.

"May I lick your pussy," he asked. I'd never had a guy do that but had watched it on some porno sites so I wasn't going to stop him. "Sure ... if that's what you want to do," I whispered, barely able to speak.

I felt him remove the screw driver, then, continue his kisses on my vagina. I felt his tongue penetrate just the outer area of my opening, sending a shock wave of pleasure through me that was unbelievable. I felt him push his tongue into me, as I pushed my hips up toward his mouth. If this was oral sex, this was much better than I had ever dreamed. He moved his tongue as far into me as he could and swabbed the inside of my pussy as I wiggled my hips under his face. After a few minutes he moved his tongue up to my clitoris and began to suck on me and within a few minutes I exploded with the most violent orgasm I'd ever had. I held my hips in the air trying to push my body against his mouth as he continued to lick and suck on me, as the pulsations from my orgasm went through me.

"Good orgasm?" he asked with a grin on his face. "Yes ... yes it was," I responded a little embarrassed, "That's the first time I've had someone do that." "Did you like it," he asked. "Oh my ... you know I did," I answered as I lay there, still naked for him to see. I guess my emotions and the wine got the better of me, because as I answered him I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He responded by pulling me close to him and started kissing my neck. I felt his right hand on my breast as he kissed me and I knew he was trying to get me turned on again. It didn't take long for me to get excited and soon I found my hands roaming over his body trying to feel as much of him as I could. He pulled away to look into my eyes then began kissing me. I melted in his arms, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. After a few minutes he stood up and removed his clothing, then pushed my legs apart so he could position himself between them. His man tool was standing straight out from his body and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. He lowered himself down and as he did I took hold of his penis and guided him into me. This was more than I could have hoped for ... he felt so good inside me. I was thoroughly enjoying his love making and was hoping he was enjoying me just as much. We made love for the next thirty minutes and unlike the other guys I've been with, he didn't cum until I'd had four more orgasms.

When he finished I was exhausted and simply collapsed onto the lounge chair. He lay down beside me and we both fell asleep until almost midnight when I awoke from the sound of thunder and an impending storm. I woke up my lover and told him we needed to get inside before it started to rain. He invited me to sleep with him, which I did, but as I climbed into his bed I kept going over in my head what had just happened. I drifted off to sleep after a few minutes thinking of his wonderful penis inside me.

The next morning was Saturday so I got up and went out to the pool to enjoy a muffin and a cup of coffee. Shortly after I sat down John came out carrying a cup of coffee. As he approached I began feeling a little apprehensive after what had happened the night before. "Good morning," he said as he sat down across the table from me. "Morning John," I answered, sheepishly. "I have to work most of the day so I can only sit for a few minutes," he told me. "It's Saturday so I'm going to be studying all day. I have a test next week so I'll be in the books all weekend," I answered. "You okay with last night," he asked, as he looked into my eyes. "Yes, I am ... how about you," I replied. "It's going to complicate our lives but I enjoyed being with such a pretty girl," he answered with a smile. I got up, walked over to him and kissed him softly. He caressed my arm as we held the kiss and enjoyed each other's touch. "Can I at least make you a muffin before you go," I asked, not wanting him to leave just yet.

I studied all day and when dinner time came I made some dinner then decided to take my lap top down by the pool to play on the computer until something good came on the TV. As I surfed the net I began to think about John and about what had happened. I couldn't believe I was day dreaming about sexual stuff with a guy more than twice my age. I continued to surf and eventually ended up on a porn site. Since I was already thinking about John, I did a search for older men with younger women. Lots of porn sites showed up, but there were also several forums and places where girls had written about sexual relations with their older friends. There were also several about women with younger guys but that wasn't what I was interested in at this point. Most of the porn sites were using actors and actresses but a few claimed to be homemade and appeared to be amateur folks just filming themselves having sex. As I viewed the porn movie clips and read some of the stories in the forums, I began to get wet between my legs, while the picture of John and his tongue in my pussy continued to flash into my head. It wasn't long before I decided I needed a little relief so I grabbed one of the screwdrivers and went to lay on one of the lounge chairs to get myself off. I removed my bikini then pushed the screw driver into my opening. I lay there with the screwdriver inside me began to fantasize about John licking me. As I moved the handle of the screwdriver inside me I brought my legs up so my knees were up high and my feet weren't even touching the bed. That position allowed me to really feel the handle deep inside me, when I'd push it in as far as I could without losing hold of the tip. I continued to slide it in and out at a pretty fast pace, trying to get myself to an orgasm. It didn't take long before I reached my first orgasm, and I felt my body stiffen as it hit me. As the feeling subsided I relaxed my legs and stretched them out on the bed, but kept the screw driver handle buried inside me. I let go of the tip and just stretched out knowing I'd want to go again in a few minutes. My computer was still playing one of the porno movies and as I watched it from the lounge chair, I slowly became excited again. This time I wanted to take my time and enjoy the experience so I very slowly began to move the tip around in circles which also moved the handle in a small circle inside me. I closed my eyes and moved the handle slowly in and out of my little box, enjoying the feeling of the rigid device inside me.

My eyes had only been closed for a few minutes when I heard, "Need some help with that." It was John. He had come home while I was masturbating and I hadn't heard him come in. Son of a gun ... two days in a row he'd caught me masturbating ... how could I be so stupid. I opened my eyes and the embarrassment started to take over. I didn't want John to think this was all I did and I could feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes. I looked up at him and saw him smile and again asked if I needed help. After fantasizing about what we had done before, I was ready to have him do it again and I didn't need any coaxing, but wanted him to think of me for more than sex.

"You're going to think I'm some kind of nut case," I replied, as I fought back my tears. "No ... no I don't. I think you're a healthy young woman who likes sex and isn't being satisfied right now. That doesn't make you a nut case," he replied as he sat down next to me.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and reached down and removed the screw driver then put my hand on top of his, hoping maybe he'd take me in his arms and hold me close. My emotions were welling up inside me and I found myself wanting to feel his arms around me.

He took his hand and lightly brushed across my cheek, then slowly down my neck. He was being very gentle as he touched me. "You're so cute," he said quietly. "I could never think bad of you." I sat up and put my arms around him, then felt him pull me close. He held me tightly as I began to cry into his shoulder.

I realized I was still naked and wasn't sure what to do next. Should I get dressed ... should I try to get him to make love to me, or should I just get up and go to my apartment. John answered my dilemma for me. He kissed me very softly, while he stroked my cheek, then pulled away and held my face between his hands. He kissed me again, this time using his tongue to probe my mouth. I loved his touch and as we kissed I could feel myself getting turned on again.

I felt him lightly caress my left tit then continue down to my stomach, then down to my vagina. He pushed a finger inside me and moved it around for a little while then moved it up to my clit. He began to massage my little bud as he continued to kiss me ... he was so good with that finger. I felt him push me backward slightly, so I laid back on the lounge chair, pulling him with me, knowing something good was about to happen

"Will you think I'm a nut case if I tell you I want to make love to you again," he whispered "I'd like that," I answered, as I lay back in the lounge chair. "Do you mind if I start like I did last night," he asked me. "Sure ... if that's what you want to do," I answered very quietly, but secretly thrilled about getting oral sex again. "That's not all I want to do, but we can start there," he answered with a smile.

He positioned himself between my legs, and started to use his tongue on my vaginal lips then my clitoris. I almost exploded right there. His tongue was like a soft, wet, silken, probe as he moved it over my clit and in between my wet pussy lips. "John, I won't last long if you keep that up," I gasped as I felt my heart beginning to pound. I pushed my hips up toward his mouth, trying to get his tongue tighter against my clitoris. After only a few minutes my legs stiffened as I arched my back against his mouth, and grabbed the edges of the lounge chair and felt my body shake uncontrollably. I felt the pulsations from my orgasm bolt through me as he continued to lick and suck on my little bud and I now had my hands on the back of his head while he continued to lick me. I tried to roll a little to the side but he held me straight as he pushed his tongue deep into my pussy. He went back to sucking on my bud and then I felt him push the screwdriver back into my pussy and begin moving it in and out very slowly. Another few minutes passed before I had my next orgasm which was stronger than the first one. I was breathing very rapidly and was squeezing his head between my legs as he kept sucking on my clit. Just as I thought he was about to stop, he began to spin the screwdriver inside me. The ridges on the handle created a really erotic feeling and I could feel yet another orgasm starting to rise up inside of me. My orgasm was amazing ...I felt my body quiver and my legs shake as he licked me and twirled the screwdriver. My body shook all over as I exploded on his tongue again. Finally he stopped licking and as he pulled his face away from my pussy, he also withdrew the screwdriver. I was spent, having no strength to even sit up or roll over. John kissed my belly and slowly ran his hand across my wet pussy just before he got up to remove his clothes. I was so worn out that I couldn't even help him. "I hope you're not too tired for the next part," I heard him say as he placed himself between my legs once again. Before he could enter me I reached out and took hold of his erect manhood and began slowly moving my hand up and down. I had never performed oral sex on a guy but I was kind of contemplating what I really wanted to do. John must have recognized that I was thinking my way through this decision because he broke the silence. "What are you thinking sweetie," he asked softly. I hesitated briefly then answered. "I want to help you get off, but I'm trying to decide how I want to do it," I asked with my hand still wrapped around his cock. "What do you really like to do," asked daddy. "I've never done oral sex to a guy, but I want to try it on you," I answered. "If you've never performed oral sex on a guy, then let's save that for another time. Let me lay on my back so you can take your time and you can simply straddle me," he responded.

That was all I needed to hear. I moved out from under him, allowing him to lay down with his erection pointing skyward. I moved beside him then straddled him like a horse. I felt his man hood rub against my vaginal lips as I moved over top of him, which convinced me I wanted his cock inside me again. I was now on my knees, straddling my older lover, wanting to put him inside me, yet wanting to prolong the anticipation. Last night I hadn't realized his size, but in this position I could see he was very, very nice, if you know what I mean. He wasn't huge but was bigger than the couple of the boys I had fucked and bigger than the screwdriver handles. "Just put the head at your pussy and lower yourself slowly," John commented, apparently recognizing my hesitation. I did as he suggested and as the head spread my lips and began to enter me, it felt so wonderful... unlike any of his screwdrivers. I continued to lower myself very slowly, wanting to feel every inch of him as he went into my little box. His large man hood spread my flesh apart as he went in, making me feel very full inside. I don't think I can explain how it felt other than to say it was like a warm, flexible, silk shaft pushing everything aside as I felt it go in. Once it was all the way inside me I kind of relaxed and could feel slight pulsations from his cock. With each pulsation I felt like a small shock of pleasure went through my body. I raised my hips to start a stroking action and felt his member slide out about two inches, allowing the inside of my pussy to go back to a normal size, then as I lowered back down I felt him push my flesh apart again ... oh wow ... once again I was enjoying the pleasure of his cock. Sex with teen boys wasn't like this and I didn't want it to end. I began to move up and down a little more rapidly which increased the pleasure, but I found if I went too fast, I wasn't using his entire length which was less pleasurable, so I slowed down my movement to feel him go all the way in then come almost all the way back out. "How does that feel baby girl," John asked me. "Oh wow ...I want this to last all night," I answered as I kept moving up and down on his cock. "Are you close to an orgasm," he asked. "Oh my yes ... I can't believe how good this position feels," I answered again, now beginning to become out of breath. "Move your hips in a slight circle as you go up and down ... it'll feel even better," he suggested. I did as he asked and began to feel my orgasm coming over me. I started to shake and could feel the intensity of his hardness growing as I came closing to cumming. I pushed myself down onto his rigid cock as far as I could, wanting to feel him deep within me when I reached my orgasm. While I had him buried deep inside me, I moved my hips in the small circle he had suggested which pushed his skin against my clitoris. I felt my body stiffen as the orgasm began to flood over me, then felt several more strong pulsations rocked through me as I shook from the feeling of my body trying to consume his manhood. I leaned forward and just lay against him as my body continued to shake .... I wasn't sure I could get up. My body kept shaking and the pulsations continued as my orgasm slowly subsided, but I was so limp I couldn't sit up. John held me tightly as I tried to catch my breath and regain my composure. I could still feel his erection inside me ... I could feel his heart beating through his penis. He still felt good inside me but I knew I wouldn't cum again for some time. He hadn't cum yet so I pushed myself up on my arms so I could look at him. "Are you close," I asked him, still out of breath. "Almost...let me move a little and I can cum," he answered. I moved my hips up and down as I tried to get him to reach his orgasm. "I'm cumming, Julie, squeeze my cock with your pussy," John told me. I did as he asked and shortly afterward, I felt him explode inside me. I felt several pulsations of his cock and each time I felt him unload more fluid into my little pussy. When he was finished I stayed very still for a few minutes before I dismounted and lay beside him. He held me close as we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, he was already making breakfast for us, so I went to my apartment and put on my pajamas then went to the kitchen to join him. As I walked into the kitchen, he smiled and told me to sit down while he finished preparing the eggs and bacon. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms and no shirt, and I could easily see that he hadn't put on any underwear. We ate breakfast and talked briefly about our plans for the day, until that inevitable moment came when we started a conversation about what we had done the past two nights. "Julie, are you okay with what we've started," John asked me. "I liked what we're doing ... last night was better than the first night ....I can't wait for tonight to come," I responded. "How about you, did you enjoy our time together." "Yes, I did like it, but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable when you're around me and I need to know that our sexual relationship hasn't changed our personal relationship," he commented. By this time he had gotten up to refill his coffee, so as he filled his cup I walked up behind him and gave him a big hug. "Of course I'm okay with making love to you... now I have a landlord with some unique benefits," I whispered as I hugged him. "But it's more than the benefits ...I like us together." "Together ... I like us together too," he replied as he turned and gave me a kiss on the cheek. When he placed the pot back in the coffee maker, I let my right hand slide inside the waistband of his pajamas, then down until I found his penis. As soon as I grasped his manhood he started to become erect, so I began to slowly stroke him, feeling him become very hard in my hand. I kept stroking him until I could feel some of his precum oozing from the end of his cock, then I used that as lubricant to massage the head. "One benefit is to be able to play with you while you make breakfast," I told him as I chuckled. He turned around to face me and as soon as he did, I pushed his pajamas down to expose his cock to me. Then I knelt down and before he could protest, I quickly took just the head into my mouth. This was the first time I had ever tasted a guy and although it was a little salty, I was thrilled that I was able to get him so turned on. "You'll make me cum," he whispered. "I know," I answered, "I'm going to cum just thinking of you cumming in my mouth." As I sucked and licked the head of his cock, I unbuttoned my pajama top and took it off, exposing my naked little girls to him. I really got into it after that and began taking as much of him into my mouth as I possibly could take. I had to be careful, because when I'd go too far I'd gag slightly, which I didn't like. As I moved my head up and down, taking him in and out of my mouth, I could tell he wasn't going to be able to hold out for very long. His precum was flowing freely, his cock was super hard, and he had placed his hands on the back of my head.. "Julie ... I'm just about ready to cum. Are you going to take it in your mouth or do you want me to cum on your tits." I removed him from my mouth long enough to answer. "This is my first blow job, but I want to try it in my mouth ...I know that's what my classmates do, so I want to do the same thing." I answered him. After another few minutes, I felt his cock sort of pulse, then tasted his first shot of cum in my mouth. I swallowed just before his next shot into my mouth and before I could swallow that one he unloaded two more streams into my waiting mouth. I swallowed and kept using my tongue to caress the end of his manhood until he had fully unloaded all of his fluid into my mouth, then just held him between my lips as I felt his erection go down. "Well ...did I do okay," I asked. "Oh my yes ... you have a wonderful mouth," he answered, then pulled me to my feet and held me close to him.

It's been a year since John and I first experimented with sex, but now we do it four or five times a week. I don't need to use his screw drivers anymore but once in a while we use them to spice up our time together. He bought a vibrator with a rotating end and sometimes uses that in me, when he's feeling a bit quirky. He's always gentle with me, and will sometimes just hold me and lavishing me with kisses over my body before he begins to make love to me. I don't need to fantasize about anyone else ... I love what he does for me and to me. My time with him is very special, so I don't know that I could ever go back to the way it was. I don't think he's in love with Kathy anymore because he's always touching me and holding me...I love it. He takes me to dinner and a couple times he took me along to company functions. That raised some eyebrows, but we didn't care. Six months ago, I introduced him to my mom and she just loves him. He's taught me several different sexual positions that I really like and I'm always willing to learn new things in the bedroom, so we're really enjoying ourselves sexually. I will graduate at the end of the year but I have no intention of moving out unless John has a problem with me staying here....somehow I don't think he'll mind if I continue to live here for the next few years, or maybe longer.