Chapter 1

My mother is one of the nicest people I know. She's always volunteering her time around town. Lately, she's been making food and bringing it over to some of the neighbors. She likes to help out with the older, widowed people. They absolutely love her food and are quite grateful that she does that for them.

I wanted to do nice things too. However, what I wanted to give them wasn't food related. What I wanted to give them was sex. I've always been a very sexual person. I just wanted to make our neighbors happy. Who is really going to pass up a sexual offer from a hot and sexy teenager?

I told my mother yesterday that I wanted to help her out. Mr. Smith would be the first house I'd go to. Mr. Smith lost his wife five years ago to Cancer. I think he's around seventy years old. He's a good looking man for a person his age. He keeps in shape for an older man. He's always dressed rather spiffy.

My name is Roxanne and I'm eighteen. I'm still a senior in high school, but will be graduating later this year. I have brown long hair and blue eyes. I've been blessed with a large chest. All the boys are always looking at my breasts. I'm pretty popular with the boys at school. I guess I have a pretty bad reputation, because I like to give the boys blow jobs. They call me the "blow job queen."

Lately, the high school boys have been kind of boring. I had been looking for something that's a bit more exciting. I was thinking about having sex with the neighbors. I'd bring the food my mother makes to the neighbors and offer them sex to go along with the good food. I was pretty sure they'd all enjoy what I had to offer.

I wanted to look really nice for Mr. Smith. I wore a denim mini-skirt with a pink camisole shirt. I wore my white panties and sandals. I put on my make-up and did my hair. I admired myself in the mirror and went downstairs to talk to my mother.

"Roxanne, would you please bring the lasagna over to Mr. Smith?"

"Of course," Mom.

"Remember to smile and be cordial to him."

"I plan to have a visit with him."

"Wonderful. Tell him your father and I said hello."

"Will do."

My mother handed me the lasagna and I walked over to Mr. Smith's house.

Mr. Smith lived a few houses away from us. I was hoping he'd like my naughty idea. I rang his bell and waited for him to answer the door.

"Hello, Roxanne. I see your mother sent you over with more of her delicious food."

"She made a lasagna this week. Mom, makes the best lasagna. How about I come in and warm it up for you?"

"That would be wonderful. Please come in."

I walked into the house and Mr. Smith brought me into the kitchen. He took the lasagna and put it into the refrigerator. We both walked into the living room together.

"How about we talk a little while? Afterwards, I can warm up the lasagna for you."

"That would be great. Would you like a drink?"

"That's not necessary. But, thank you."

We both took a seat in the living room. I was planning to tell him my idea eventually. I wasn't sure what he'd think. I knew he must be kind of lonely. I didn't think he had dated since his wife died.

"It's so nice that your mother thinks of me. She's so very kind. None of the other neighbors do anything like what your mom does."

"She loves helping people. She's always volunteering her time somewhere. She also loves to cook. She love to make people happy."

"She's quite the cook. I love how homemade her food is. She must really delight you and your father with her cooking skills. You must tell her how delicious everything is."

"I'll tell her. She'll be really happy to know that. If you ever have a request, just let me know. I'll be sure to tell her. She'd love to make you things that you really enjoy."

"I'll have to get back to you. How is school going?"

"School is going well. I'll be graduating later in the year. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do."

"You should be a model. You're absolutely breathtaking."

"Thank you so much. You're much too kind."

"Have you decided which college you'll attend?"

"I'm not really sure where I'll be going. I'm still not sure I want to go to college."

"You must go to college. Don't make the mistake of not going."

"I have a proposition for you. I have thought long and hard about this. I really want to do something nice for you too."

"Just spending time with me is more than enough."

"I was thinking about giving you sex. How would you like a blow job?"

Mr. Smith looked right at me and he started to blush. I think I might have embarrassed him. He didn't say anything for a few minutes. He just looked at me shocked.

"Young lady, that would not be appropriate. I'm seventy years old. You're just a teenager."

"I'm eighteen and I'm pretty sure you'd like what I can give you."

"I'm sure you would. However, I'm pretty sure your mother would not like that."

"She's not here and I'm sure you'll like what I can do. I bet you don't get too many women visiting you?"

I stood up and walked towards him. He looked like he was thinking about what I had said. He had a strange look on his face.

"Wouldn't you like a blow job? I bet it has been a while since you had one?"

"It has been a while, but I'm not sure this would be such a great idea. Why would somebody as beautiful as you want to be with an old geezer like me?"

"I want to do something nice for you. How about it, Mr. Smith?"

"Okay. If that's what you really want to do. I guess it would be okay."

"I really want to do it. I want to pleasure you and make you happy."

"This will definitely make me happy. What an amazing offer, young lady."

Mr. Smith stood up and I helped undress him. I took off his shoes and unzipped his trousers. I pulled them and his boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them. I unbuttoned his shirt and removed his tee shirt. I helped him take his socks off. I was shocked to see he was a hairy mess in his pubic area. I kind of got a little sick seeing how much hair he had on his cock. I gagged a little, but quickly made it look like a cough.

"Bless you, dear."

"I just coughed."

I knelt down and played with his cock. I moved my fingers up and down his dick. I held his balls while I made him nice and hard. It took a little while, but then he was ready. He had a decent sized cock for an older man. I was happy he was on the bigger side. I always wondered if older men's cocks were wrinkled, but they weren't.

I wanted to give him pleasure. I kissed and licked his cock starting at his base. I kissed his shaft up the left side and then down the right side. I gave the head of his cock a little suck. I made sure to tongue at his pee hole. He was moaning while I explored his dick.

"My God, you're like a professional. You must drive the boys at school crazy."

"I haven't had any complaints yet."

I moved to his balls and kissed and licked both of them. I put the one inside of my mouth and sucked it. I did that to each one. I think he was really happy that I was doing this. He seemed to be enjoying my oral efforts.

"Can you please suck it? Put it into your mouth! You're really wonderful, dear."

I slapped his cock on my tongue. I looked up at him while I played with his dick.

"Please will you suck my cock?"

I wrapped my mouth around his cock and brought him down my mouth. I was trying not to think about his hair in his pubic region. It was kind of making me sick, however, I wanted him to enjoy his blow job.

I stuffed my mouth with his dick. I was making all kinds of wet, sucking noises while I gave him head. My cheeks were bulging, spit oozed down the corners of my mouth.

Mr. Smith moved his hips and face fucked my mouth. I was making gagging noises while I kept pace with him. Mr. Smith held my hair and fucked my mouth fast.

"I'm coming!"

Mr. Smith came in my mouth. I swallowed his hot cream down. I wiped my lips with my hand and stood up and kissed him. I wanted him to taste his come on my lips. He held me tight. My young body was pressed against his naked skin. His hands were on my ass over my skirt. He was definitely enjoying me. My plan was working out wonderfully.

"That was amazing. You're really a sexy girl. I would love to return the favor and lick your teenage pussy. I haven't tasted a pussy in many years. If you really want to please me, licking your pussy would make me feel like a new man. The scent and taste of a pussy could really change a man's life. If you want to make me happy, let me pleasure you know."

"That would be great. I love to have my pussy licked."

"Let's go into my bedroom. I want you to be comfortable while I adore your sweet treasure."

I followed Mr. Smith up to his bedroom. When we got to his room, he held me tight. He kissed me passionately on my mouth again. His tongue danced inside of my mouth. He helped take off my camisole top. He unzipped my mini-skirt and I stepped out of it.