“Karen once you meet these guys you will melt like butter being around them. They are so sweet. I think they know their sweetness gets them a lot of pussy. Even at their age they get off almost every other night at least once. Once in a blue moon they might get off twice a few hours apart. They eat lots of pussy so they are happy. We all love the two of them. When you are ready for a lesson I can arrange it.”
Charles came back with, “I hope it is soon Karen like this week. I want you to become a member and enjoy the parties with the rest of us. Maybe you can write a story then but change the names to protect the club and people, like make it in New York or California.”
We all laughed and I said, “I will work something out with Heather. I’m starved. Is anyone else?”
“Are you starved for something I can give you Karen?”
“You have nothing that will take care of me. Look at this limp weapon.”
We all laughed as we made our way to the shower and then food.
We made plans to go to the club Thursday evening for me to meet the new teachers. This gave Heather two nights to make the arrangements.
Charles asked about us getting together Tuesday and Wednesday at the club. I told him about the weekend and I had to get caught up on things but he was welcome to come by my place and tuck me in bed after nine; if he was interested. I was thinking I could get my errands run, laundry and the normal stuff before putting up with his friskiness. Charles agreed to it but shocked me by asking, “May I tuck you into bed this evening?”
I looked at Heather, she smiled and said, “If he gets to stay so do I. He has not done my ass yet or his tongue on me so he owes me that for teaching you.”
I looked at Charles and he said, “I’m okay with it.”
Tuesday and Wednesday went as planned. I managed to do what I needed to do besides talking with Sara, Heather and Ann two hours each night.
Charles and I got it on both nights. I let him finish doing me in the ass both nights. I was now use to the new sensations and feelings in me and glowed knowing Charles was enjoying himself immensely. We would collapse after he fired and we would fall asleep with him impaled in me.
Wednesday morning I climbed on top of him, took the chance and took care of his morning hardon without a condom. I leaked all day from his deposit and it made me feel really close to him.
Thursday morning I had him use his hands to give me a shower, by shooting his sperm on my tits like the guys did at the club. I never realized how powerful of a scent it could be when deposited hot and fresh so close to the nostrils.
Thursday evening Heather dropped by to pick me up and take me to the club to meet George, the fellow that was going to teach me how to deep throat.
After we arrived at the club, Heather asked where she could find him and was told he was in the ice room waiting for us. I looked at Heather and the meaning of ice. She giggled and said, “These two old timers use this room all the time and the girls are cold coming in so they named it the ice room. It’s one of the rooms up a floor. Let’s go meet him.
When we arrived the door was open and Heather said, “Hi Uncle George. She walked up and gave him a big kiss and she received a nice warm hug from George. Then she said, “Meet Karen Uncle George. He walked over to me took a hand, kissed it on top and said, “Welcome to the ice room and nice to have the opportunity to introduce you to something different.”
“By the way Heather, she is not as cold as some so the name will stay.”
Heather laughed and said, “These guys have said that when a girl comes in to meet them for the first time for a lesson with warm hands they will change the name of the room to Hot to Trot.”
“Karen, between myself and Henry we probably have met 200 to 300 girls desiring lessons. So far they have all come with cold hands from the tension. Now how do you think us two guys feel about a girl playing with our cock with cold hands? So we named the room the ice room.”
“Heather, we will come looking for you when Karen says she thinks it is time we wrap things up; have fun.”
“See you later Karen and relax. You are in fantastic hands.”
“Karen, just relax because I will not even show you my cock tonight. If you want to see it, feel it, play with it you need to make all the moves. My focus will be having you relax and to answer the hundreds of questions you may have. Please have a seat take your shoes off or even for that matter your clothes if it will make you more comfortable. I’m just kidding, relax but if you want to you are free. Help your self to something to drink to clear up that dry mouth of yours.”
“How did you know my mouth was dry?”
“Precious, I don’t see the girls that have wet mouths; they have a cock in them.”
I had to smile at that. He had a point.
We gathered some refreshments I noticed his body was in good shape for his age. There was no middle age spread. We both sat in separate recliners. They were plush and so comfortable. He started to talk and told me all about his life from high school until yesterday. “Okay precious, your turn.”
By the time he had finished his story telling I had finished two glasses of wine and was comfortable with him. It was his manners, easy going, and soft voice, just a sweet grandpa type of guy.
I told him my story. By then I had finished the third glass of wine.
George then said, “I will start to discuss everything I know about deep throating. I will ask you questions so that I can work my program around your knowledge base. Be honest with me so I am not saying something in error. Tonight it is all talk and no action so just kick back and relax and believe me by the time it is action time you will not be tense at all.”
We talked for an hour and then I heard, “Do you like spaghetti?”