A couple of the girls at my high school asked me to sign up for the annual auction. The ASB has it every year. It usually raises a couple thousand dollars that goes into the fund that's usually supplemented by selling candy and stuff. I don't know how it got started, years ago, but students sell services to parents or anyone that shows up -- cutting grass, cleaning house, painting, whatever is needed. So I agreed.
"Okay, Sam, what service do we put down that you'll offer?" Holly asked me.
I don't know. I've cut grass, done all sorts of garden work, painted, done some simple carpentry, even a little plumbing work. Can't we just say something general?"
"I have to fill in the form. You have to offer something, I can't just make it up." Holly tells me.
"Can't I just say, uh, whatever you need?"
"I'm not sure if that's okay or not but I'll put it down and see if one of our advisors change it. Whatever you need. Right?"
"Sure."
That was Holly Robinson asking me. We're both seniors. Both eighteen now. I've known her for years, from junior high. I'm Sam Jefferson. I'm not a famous jock or anything. I did run track and even got a second place once and I wrestled JV but wasn't good enough to make varsity. I've been in a couple school plays always playing a best friend or someone's brother, not being the star. I do okay in grades and will go to college, major in something technical, maybe computer science. I've never been much good with girls. I've dated. Even dated Holly, she's very attractive. I've kissed a lot of girls, even managed to feel a blouse covered breast, but that's all. At home, though, I help with everything, which is how I've done those things I mentioned earlier. My dad's dead. Has been for years. My Mom needs all the help I can give her.
So, the date of the auction, I'm with about fifty others, hanging around the auditorium while the principal asks for bids on whatever we've offered. Each of us has to go up next to him when he comes to our name. All of the offers up until me were for specific things -- window washing, house cleaning, yard work. So when he came to mine he laughed and said I was offering whatever anyone needed, a terrific opportunity. Mrs. Robinson won. She outbid two others and had to pay twenty five dollars. Actually, that's a little high, most go for ten or fifteen dollars.
Mrs. Robinson is even better looking than her daughter and Holly is one of the best looking girls in our class. I've heard different guys say that her husband is a lucky guy. And I guess they're right. For her age, she must be something old like forty, she's in great shape, must work out or something. Anyway, we talk after the auction and I'm supposed to come to her house this Saturday at ten a.m.
I'm wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers when I ring her bell. She opens the door and says,"Come in Sam," So I do and she closes the door behind me. She's wearing a pool jacket, or that's what I assume it is, a little light coat you wear over a swim suit. It barely covers her butt. Other than that, she's bare legged, bare feet. Actually seems smaller than I remember. I guess I've never seen her up close without a dress and heels on. She turns and walks ahead of me into the den. She sits in a chair and looks at me. I was pretty sure I saw her bare ass as she sat down. I'm ashamed of myself but I can feel my cock jumping a little.
"Well, Sam, what can I have you do?" she asks. I just stand there. I have no idea what to say or do. "You're in good shape if I remember correctly," she says. "Take off your shirt."
I pull my t-shirt up over my head and hold it in my hand. I do wonder a little why she asked me that but I just wait.
"Come here," she says. I walk over toward her. "Closer," she says. I step closer She spreads her legs slightly and motions, "Closer." I'm right in front of her, her knees on either side of me. Her face is only inches from my stomach. Weird. She unbuttons my shorts and pulls the zipper down and then pulls on them until they drop to my ankles. I figured I might need to do pool work so I have no underwear on.
She puts her hand under my cock and lifts it, although it was just about up all on its own at this point. "You are in good shape," she says. She leans forward and all of a sudden she has her lips around the head of my cock. That's never happened to me before. I mean, I'm aware there are blow jobs or cock sucking or whatever but never involving me. I've never felt anything like it. She's sort of humming or something and her tongue is licking me inside her mouth and she slides further on me and has about half my cock in her mouth. The head is hitting the back of her mouth. Her one hand puts a couple fingers around the base of my cock and her other hand starts feeling my balls. Her mouth starts moving back and forth and I can feel she's licking and sucking. She's making "Umm" noises with some sort of slobbering sounds.
I have no idea what to do. I put one hand on her hair, to balance myself if nothing else. I realize I'm also sort of moving my hips, pushing toward her and then back a little. It's all sort of involuntary. Weird but it feels really, really good. Then I can feel it happening. I'm about to cum. I say out loud, ""Mrs. Robinson . . ." and then it's shooting out. I can feel it. I can feel her mouth changing some on me, can feel my cum around my cock, and she keeps on sucking on me.
When I'm finished, she slides her mouth back, then licks around on my cock, still holding it at the base with a couple fingers. It's as if she's washing me with her tongue and lips. Then she looks up at me. "You have a lovely cock, Sam. I loved that. Did you enjoy it?"
My cock is softening. I can feel it. She's still holding it with a couple fingers. "Uh, yeah. I've never felt anything like that before."
"No girl has ever sucked your cock before, Sam?"