Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2016 14:18:02 -0400 From: Seekinuout2 Subject: My Second Career Chapter 8 A house guest proves to be a fine student as our story continues. The usual warnings still apply. If you haven't yest, please consider a donation to keep this site available. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html GaryM Seekinuout2@aol.com I spent the two days before Keesha's arrival tidying up the house and laying in some of the things I knew were food favorites of my guest. Since there was no question but that Keesha would be sharing my bed, I made sure on Friday that the bed had fresh linens and there were plenty of towels in the bathroom. There were also some drawers consolidated so she would have space for her things. I wanted her to feel at home. Promptly at 3 o'clock that Friday Shawna pulled into the driveway. I went to greet them and help carry any luggage inside. We took the bags into the entryway and Shawna gave Keesha a hug and a kiss. Shawna was worried about the I-5 traffic this time of day so she needed to keep moving. She gave me the information on how to contact her while she was away and with one last kiss to Keesha she was backing onto the street. I closed the door as Shawna's car disappeared and turned to my guest. "Unless you have an objection, I thought we would simply share my room. I've cleared some closet space to stash your things. You aren't a cover hog are you?" Keesha grinned shaking her head, no. We each grabbed a bag and headed down the hall to my bedroom. "That's a huge bed, Gary. We don't have any beds that big at my house." "It's an oversized king bed. There's plenty of room for two in a bed that size. Now those three drawers on the left are yours and plenty of space in the closet for you hanging clothes. I know you'll want to hang your school uniforms so they don't wrinkle. The bathroom is just through that door." Keesha threw her arms around me and gave me a hug. "I just know being here is going to be the greatest. Thanks for allowing me to stay here. I hope I'm not any trouble." "No trouble at all sweetie." I had the sense I was going to enjoy her company immensely. "Now why don't you unpack and get settled while I get us some grub. I know you like Thai food so I thought I would order some to be delivered. There are a couple of emails from work I need to answer then I'll place the order. You make yourself at home while I finish that chore. There are juice and sodas in the kitchen. Help yourself." I just had placed our food order when Keesha walked into my study. "Are you all unpacked?" "Yep; I also put my suitcases at one end of the closet." I was just about to inquire just how much Julie had shared with her about our times together when the doorbell rang signaling the arrival of dinner. It was a conversation that could wait until we were full of pad Thai. Over dinner I learned that Julie had only spoken in general terms about my classroom techniques, if you will. Evidently I got high marks for being honest and frank, but also for helping Julie discover how much pleasure the body can provide. I could tell from how animated Keesha was that she was anxious to experience some of that pleasure for herself. I was just as anxious to guide that discovery. After dinner television proved to be lacking in entertainment value. We did watch a variety special curled up together on the sofa. When the program finished I suggested Keesha take a bath or shower and get ready for bed. Since I wanted all this to be at her level of comfort I waited to see if, like Julie, I would be invited to join her. I was not, which is fine remembering there was no male figure in her household. I waited a decent length of time then headed to the bedroom. Keesha had just emerged from the bathroom and was wearing a cute little nightie with ruffles around the neckline and the legs of the panty bottom. I had seen her in a swimsuit many times but there was something slightly erotic about the flouncy fabric. I invited Keesha to make herself comfy while I hit the shower. As the water ran over me I couldn't help but wonder what this night had in store. I made quick work of the wash up and buffed myself dry. There was a short debate with myself; enter the room naked, or throw on a robe. I opted to be a package to be unwrapped so I grabbed my favorite terry robe and tied it loosely around me. When I came into the bedroom Keesha was playing a game on her laptop. All play stopped and two eyes took survey of me from head to toe. Keesha was under the covers, propped up on the pillows, so I lay down on top of the covers. "Before things progress any further I want to remind you that you're the one in control here, Keesha. I will gladly share my knowledge and my body with you, hoping you will do the same. However, if there is ever something you don't want to do you have to promise to speak up. You need to remember that all through your life." Keesha reached over to kiss my cheek. "Julie told me you would always make sure I was happy. I believe her and I trust you." "Great! Then I guess I better crawl under the covers. I don't like wearing anything to bed; I hope that's OK." There was an enthusiastic nod so I stood and pulled back the covers. I removed the robe and lay down on the bed. I was going to pull the covers over me but Keesha placed her hand over mine to stop me. "Before you pull up the covers can I look? I've never seen a naked man before." "Look, touch, whatever you like. That's why I'm here; so you get to know a man's body." Tentative fingers checked out the hair on my chest. "White men have more hair than black men," she said, "at least from what I've seen on TV." "I think that's a fair statement. However men of all backgrounds have pubic hair. Some trim it, some shave it, and some leave it as is. Personally, I trim a bit and shave my balls. I like it better when they are being touched or licked or sucked." I felt Keesha's leg next to mine as she moved in a bit closer. Dark chocolate fingers ran over my pubes then ventured down to gently caress my ball sac. As she rolled my balls in her hand my cock puffed a bit. "I like the way they feel - kind of spongy. Does it feel good to have them played with?" "Oh yeah", was about all I could muster at the moment. The attention she was giving was quite pleasant and I hoped it would continue. She would roll them in her hand then tug at them a bit. She had also moved her head in closer, presumably for a better look. I could feel the rate of her breathing on my crotch. "Julie told me you're 'uncut'; what does that mean?" "Take my cock in your hand and gently pull the skin down towards the base." My awakening soldier stood upwards and she did as I suggested. My one-eyed bandit emerged, slick with precum. "What you see is what is called the head of my penis, or cock. If I were circumcised, or cut, you would see that all the time. Since I am not, it shows itself best when I begin to get excited." "Am I getting you excited?" Keesha giggled a bit. "Yes, I'm afraid you are. If you kept moving your hand up and down like that I would get very excited. That's what guys call jerking off. If you do it long enough I would have an orgasm. Girls can masturbate to orgasm too, but it's a little different with you." "Julie told me she likes jerking you off because you shoot cum. Is it alright if I do that?" "I would like that very much. However, before we continue why don't you take off your night clothes. I wouldn't want to shoot cum all over them." She quickly slipped out of her top then slid her panties down her legs and off. I held her naked body close while Keesha resumed her pumping. The head of my dick was slick as could be and glistened in the bedroom light. Keesha held my cock with one hand and ran her finger around the goo on my cockhead. When it was all slick she put it to her lips and licked the finger clean. "It's funny but good." Then she went back to pumping. To keep from shooting too quickly I tried to find a distraction. That came in the form of a nipple that sat atop a budding bosom by my head. I turned to lick and suck. Because she was just a wee bit older than Julie Keesha was a bit more developed. She let out a gasp as I sucked her tittie but she didn't break her stroke. I automatically began to thrust into her fisting. I warned Keesha it wasn't going to be long as I couldn't hold off much longer. Without missing a beat Keesha moved to between my outstretched legs. "I want to see you cum", she announced. She had her chin close to my balls now. Her focus was fixed on the head of my cock. "Aw geez, Keesha, I can't hold off any longer. Keep stroking beautiful girl." With three final thrusts I felt the load rise up through my dick. "Here it comes!" With that announcement I grabbed the sheets with both hands and became a semen fountain spewing spunk all over my belly. I watched the last globs dribble down her fingers, which still lovingly held my spent soldier. "Did I do OK?" "You were fantastic!" I wasn't lying; she was a natural. The great hand job had only served to horn dog me up. I had a sweet chocolate on my pillow and I intended to have me some before we turned out the light. "It seems only fair since you made me feel so good that I help you feel good too. Why don't you scoot up onto the pillows and lay on your back." She did as I asked and I crawled between her legs, leaving a trail of slime on her thigh as I went. "Now remember our deal; if you don't like something you have to tell me, but I think you will enjoy this." Before me was a lovely hairless mound with just a hint of pink showing from her brown lower lips. Taking hold of her hips I let my tongue glide lightly over the length of her slash. Keesha let out a long sigh; the first of many I hoped. She tasted like clean mountain air and I wanted all I could get. I licked, sucked, and nibbled my way while she moaned and twisted from side to side. My hands held her hips steady while the rest of her reacted to these new pleasures she was experiencing. Her taste had me wanting to devour her and I kept having to remind myself this was the first time and there would be many more. Self control prevented me from burying my once again rock hard bone. I had us switch places so that she was kneeling over my face. The meant I could eat and jerk at the same time. Keesha was tossing her head side to side and kept saying "Gary please don't stop." I had no intention of not finishing my meal. She ground her pussy into my face while I continued to lap her juices. There was a high-pitched squeal as she pushed her pelvis to my face. My tongue went deep, her head flung back, and as she reached the pinnacle of her young orgasm I shot my second load of the night all over her back. Exhausted from the experience, Keesha collapsed in my arms. I could see the pearly streams of my baby batter making their way down her dark brown back. When I thought she had recovered sufficiently I took her head in my hands, pulled her face to mine, and gave her a very adult kiss. We lay there in that embrace, sucking each other's tongues, nibbling each other's lips; until we drifted off to sleep. I awoke about an hour later with Keesha still in my arms. I pulled the covers tighter around us and drifted back to dreamland.