Chapter 5

Allison stepped out of the shower, took the towel off from around her head and fluffed her hair with her long, slender fingers. Her summer tan glistened with beads of water. She pulled on a red terry robe that tickled her thigh, the cloth absorbing the droplets off her wet skin.

She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, not seeing any change in her from the fuck with Karen yesterday. Not that she expected to change. It was just that old ideas and prejudices die hard. She slashed a bright pink lipstick across her mouth, giving her lips a glistening-wet appearance.

She stepped into her high-heel bedroom pumps and left the bathroom, content to just hang around the house for the day and reflect on her erotic episodes of this past week.

Sitting at the kitchen table, she poured herself a cup of coffee, glancing casually at the newspaper Grant had strewn across the table before he left for his rounds at the hospital. She frowned, wishing he had taken advantage of her sexual advances this morning, but, as always, he claimed he had no time.

There were times she wished Grant wasn't a doctor, but those brief moments passed. She knew being a doctor was the only thing that made him happy. If only they could share the good times like they used to. She sipped the black, steaming liquid. It's his involvement with investing that really keeps him away, she thought as she admired the fully blossomed trees and neatly cut backyard lawn.

The doorbell rang, the chimes filling the house with soft music. She ignored the ring and finished her coffee. A nice, relaxing day, contemplating yesterday's splendid orgasm, was all that she wanted.

Annoyed at the unknown caller, Allison finally gave into the incessant ringing. She opened the door, a curious smile on her lips.

"Johnny? What can I do for you this morning?"

Johnny ogled the beautiful Mrs. Philips. He blushed as his bright, innocent eyes glared at her short robe and long, evenly tanned legs. "I locked myself out of the house this morning, and my parents are over at my aunt's," he explained, feeling embarrassed. "I want to give them a call and tell them I'll be over at the Ferguson's house with Billy. I don't want them to worry."

"It's very thoughtful of you, Johnny," Allison said. "Come on in. The phone's in the kitchen. You can join me for breakfast."

Johnny walked by her, his head spinning from the fresh, clean scent of her body. "I appreciate the use of your phone, Mrs. Philips, but I couldn't stay for breakfast."

Allison showed him to the kitchen. "I insist."

She touched his arm, making him quiver inside. "If you insist, Mrs. Philips."

"What'll you have?" she asked, glad he had consented. A little time with her neighbor's son would be nice company.

"Cereal will be just fine," he said, not wanting her to go to any trouble. He dialed and waited, one eye following Allison as she prepared breakfast.

"Oh, hi, Aunt Mary," he said, the voice on the other end breaking into his horny thoughts. "Tell Mom I'll be at Billy's. They can pick me up there tonight. Okay?" He sighed with relief when his aunt agreed and didn't tie him up on the phone. He wanted to spend as much time as possible staring at Mrs. Philips before she chased him out of the house.

"Is everything all right?" Allison asked, setting a place for the young boy at the table.

"Fine," Johnny said timidly, sitting down, angling his chair so he could watch her. He could feel an ache in his cock as he ogled her long, slender legs, her heels accentuating the perfect contour of her calves. To Johnny, Allison was the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood, and he had spent many a night with his hand on his cock, his eyes closed, in his mind a vision of her magnificent body spread naked on his bed as he creamed all over his hand, whipping his prick to a ferocious orgasm.

"What are you thinking?" Allison asked softly, pouring the milk into his bowl.

"Oh, nothing," he blurted, his face getting hot. It felt almost as if she had caught him playing with himself. He forced himself not to stare at her and concentrated on the cereal in front of him.

Allison poured another cup of coffee for herself and sat down, crossing her legs. The bottom of the robe fell away, exposing a fair amount of her thigh to the boy's horny stare. She sipped her steaming coffee, watching Johnny as he stole glances at her thigh.

"You're growing up," Allison said, breaking the silence with idle conversation. "I think you've grown a whole foot since the beginning of the summer."

Johnny grinned boyishly. "My mother says I'm a weed."

"You're handsome too," Allison added. "I'll bet all the girls are crazy about you."

"Not really," Johnny said, his face blushing two shades of pink.

"Don't be so modest," Allison said, leaning forward, the top of her robe parting slightly, exposing some of the sweet, creamy flesh of her full, succulent tits. "I'll bet you got a girl friend or two tucked away somewhere."

"There is one girl," Johnny confessed, eating while he talked, hiding his shyness.

"She likes you?"

"I think so," he said, finishing his cereal.

"I'm sure she does, Johnny," Allison assured him. "Would you like some juice?"

Johnny nodded, his eyes on the robe where it had uncovered a good portion of her tits. He could feel his cock growing stiff in his pants.

She passed him, her hip accidently brushing his shoulder. At the refrigerator, she poured a glass of juice and opened more of her robe, leaving only her nipples covered by the terry material. She found herself enjoying this innocent act of exhibitionism and wondered how far she would let it go before cutting the young boy off with enough memories to keep him in wet dreams for a year.

She brought the juice to the table and set it down, her body brushing against him again. She sat down, carelessly crossing her leg. From the look in his wide-eyed stare, she knew he had caught a brief glimpse of her pussy. She smiled at him. "Drink your juice. It'll give you strength."

Johnny's eyes had bugged out from the quick look at her pussy. He was sure he had seen her cunt hair and the way she was sitting ... her tits . . . Christ! Her tits were hanging out! He gulped and took a big swallow of the juice, his eyes fixed on her deep, erotic clevage.

"Do you fuck with your girl friend?" Allison asked as casually as she could, keeping her voice steady, though it was difficult.

Johnny looked at her, not believing what she had asked. "Huh?" His mouth dropped open.

"You heard me," she cooed. "Don't be shy. I'm a big girl."

"N-no," he stammered. "She doesn't let me."

Allison winked at the handsome boy. He was wearing a tee shirt and jeans. "Ohhhh. It's a shame. It can be a lot of fun." She stretched out, her tits almost falling out of the opened robe. She heard him gasp, and she stifled a giggle, not wanting to embarrass him.

"Are you staring at me?" she asked softly, her green eyes dancing with devilment.

She leaned forward, her forearms resting on her thighs, her tits pushed together, only the nipples covered. He blinked, trying to concentrate on her sexy voice, but found it difficult with the view she was presenting him.

"You are staring," she teased, sitting back up. "You shouldn't be looking at me like that."

"I'm sorry," he blurted. "I couldn't help it."

Allison sighed, catching a glimpse of the bulge of his prick in his pants. She looked at him with new interest. No longer was he a boy she could tease. He was a young man with a cock, a hard cock, that she realized she wanted. "Have you ever seen your girl friend's tits?" she asked bluntly, testing his reaction.

"Uh, un!" he answered, his mouth agape, his eyes glassy with passion as he stared openly at her, her words ringing in his ears.

Allison stood up and walked slowly over to the boy, her heart beating wildly. What she was about to do was something she had never thought about before. In a way it was insane, but the ache in her cunt didn't care that he was only a boy. Her pussy walls pulsed, impatient for the boy's bulging prick.

Daringly taking his hand in her own, she put his hand inside her robe, placing the boy's sweaty palm on the soft flesh of her plump, ripe tit. "Squeeze it, Johnny," she sighed, her breathing shallow and loud. "Feel me."

Johnny's cock was throbbing, aching in the tight confines of his jeans. His hand cupped her full, gorgeous tit. He could feel the nipple growing hard against his sweaty hand. He moaned as her hand squeezed his, causing his fingers to sink into her supple flesh.

"I like that," she sighed, her breathing rapid. She leaned against him for support, cradling his head against her side as he fondled the pliant flesh of her tit. "Rub both my tits, Johnny."

Looking straight ahead, Johnny's hand roamed Allison's tits, over both fleshy globes, in the dark crevice, under the flesh and over the nipple. He was seeing them with his hand, like a blind person discovering a new object. He was lost in this new world of touch. His mouth was parched and his eyes were watery. All sensations were bigger than life, more pronounced.

Allison moaned, rocking on her heels as she reveled in the groping, exploring touch of the young boy. She brought his other hand around her waist and trembled as it grasped one of the cheeks of her ass. "Go under the robe, Johnny," she whispered. "Touch me all over."

Johnny, willing to oblige the hot and beautiful housewife, inched down her body. Finding the hem of her robe, his hand slipped under, caressing the soft skin of her thigh. His hand moved up, touching her ass cheek. He shook from the contact. He traced a path along her ass crack, dying to go between her thighs and feel her pussy. He had heard so many things about pussies, so many different, exciting things.

Allison sensed his desire and spread her legs slightly, allowing the boy room to satisfy his hidden desire. "Anywhere," she urged. "Don't be shy."

Although he was shy, Johnny didn't intend to let this golden opportunity go by without finding out everything he could, experiencing anything he could. His hand slid between her thighs from the back, the tips of his fingers being the first part of his body to make contact with her damp pussy. "Unnnn," he uttered, the juice of her hot, foaming cunt seeping onto his fingers as they glided along the wet gash of her pussy.

"Ooooo," she sighed. "I like it." She squirmed. His hand was making her blood boil. She wanted this boy's cock so bad that her stomach ached. Cramps clawed desperately at her loins.

Johnny touched her hidden, secret parts, kneading the softness of her tits, and his fingers greased along the gash of her hot cunt. He wanted to see what wonders he was touching, but she held him, keeping his head immobile, steadfastly against her, forcing him to stare ahead.

"Put your fingers in my pussy," she rasped, her head spinning with lust from the boy's probing hands. "Finger me!"

Johnny obeyed, willingly, wanting to do whatever she asked as long as she didn't make him leave. What was happening now was the most spectacular thing that had ever happened in all his years.

"Ummm," Allison moaned. She gripped his head tighter, swaying on her feet as his fingers glided into her hot, juice soaked pussy.

Johnny gasped. The heat from her cunt warmed his searching fingers as he explored the spongy wetness of her oozing pussy. He could feel the walls of her cunt pulse, trying to capture his squirming fingertips as they probed inside the hot pussy.

Her chest heaving, her stomach churning, Allison pulled away from the young boy, her body a fiery furnace of passion. She looked at him ogling her. Slowly, her eyes looked onto his eyes, she opened the robe completely, letting it drop to the floor, a silent puddle of terry cloth at her feet.

Johnny blinked, not believing the beauty his eyes beheld. Never had he seen anyone this gorgeous. The centerfolds, the dirty pictures he had leered at with his friends, nothing compared with her. She was a vision, a vision he could touch, feel, smell. Her erotic scent permeated the air around him, blending with her perfumed body. The touch of her still lingered on his fingertips.

Allison, her face flushed and burning, offered Johnny her hand. "Come with me," she said, her voice hot and sensual. "Upstairs."

As if in a trance, Johnny followed, his eyes glued to the two matching cheeks of flesh that jiggled slightly with each stride. His eyes burned into her body as they climbed the stairs. His mouth, inches from her white, creamy ass that contrasted with her tanned body, salivated with the desire to lick her, lick her inside the hot, dark crack that divided her ass.

Allison held the railing as she climbed the stairs, her legs rubbery, her body feeling like jello. She could feel his eyes burning into her ass, and it made her cunt pulse. The bubbly juices that oozed from her pussy walls seeped like a flood from her cunt.

They entered her bedroom, and she led him over to the bed. "Sit," she said, swallowing hard as she stood in front of him.

Johnny sat on the edge, mesmerized by the sheer, radiant beauty of Allison. He wanted to grab her, squeeze her to him and kiss every inch of her body but didn't, afraid that her image would fade away like a mirage.

Looking like a naked goddess, Allison melted to the floor. On her knees, she looked at him with passion-filled eyes. Her hands went to his crotch, her eyes still locked onto his..She fumbled with his zipper, watching a nervous tic at the corner of his mouth as she slid the fly down. The scratching of his metal zipper echoed in the room as they both stared hungrily at each other, both silent; Allison wanted to teach and give pleasure to the young boy and Johnny wanted to take everything she had to offer.

With her eyes staring deeply into Johnny's, Allison fished inside his pants, pulling out his hard, throbbing boner. Then she looked away from his face and gazed down at his cock. She was happily surprised as she gripped his prick in her hand. It was long, almost as thick as a man's. "Ohhh, Johnny!" she sighed. "Your cock is so big!"

Johnny looked shocked at his next-door neighbor, the woman of his wet dreams. She was actually kneeling between his legs, his cock in her hands, and she was praising him. Allison stroked his prick lovingly. Her body was taut with desire, yet the urgency wasn't present. With Johnny, she found she could control her emotions, keep them in check. Her control added to the sensuality of the whole situation. The feeling was a welcome change, and she thrived on it, wallowing in his innocence and his complete willingness to let her lead.

"Stand up," she sighed, fumbling with his belt. As he stood, she pulled down his jeans and shorts, his long, throbbing cock brushing against her cheek. The contact made her quiver. She pushed him back on the bed and pulled at his clothes, stripping them from his body until he was naked from the waist down.

"You're handsome," she moaned, stroking his boyish, muscular legs. "Take off your shirt."

Johnny did as he was told, stripping off the tee shirt quickly and throwing it on the floor. He panted. His cock bulged at the seams, ready to burst from the mounting pressure as blood surged through his pounding shaft. He sucked in his breath, his heart trying to escape through his mouth, as he felt Allison's hot breath on his thighs and cock.

Allison, caught up in the wonders of the young boy, stroked his prick, not realizing the tremendous amount of passion she had awakened in his body. She felt his cock swell, and at once, knew she had played too much. He was going to come. She looked up at his face. His eyes confirmed his climax. She saw the quiet desperation in his eyes and knew he couldn't hold back.

"Come," she whispered, holding his cock. "Come!"

"Aghhhh!" Johnny groaned as his prick exploded. Her hand flew up and down his spurting shaft. He jerked on the bed, his ass humping off the spread, his hips rocking as he spewed his load of jism all over his belly and legs.

Allison watched, hypnotized by the amount of youthful jism squirting from his cockhead. She ogled his flushed face and his jerking body. Her hand squeezed his cock shaft in rhythm to his spurts. His cum splattered on her face, and she blinked, her hand never leaving his cock.

Johnny fell headlong into the throes of his orgasm, fucking her hand violently with his cock, his jism lessening and his orgasm quickly dying. He was done. He lay there, ashamed to look at his beautiful next-door neighbor, afraid she would laugh. He had blown his chance to make an impression on this vision of sexual beauty. He could feel her hand still squeezing and handling his cock, and his hips jerked imperceptibly, the pressure of her tight grip squeezing out the last drops of his cum juice.

Not looking at her, he tried to get his prick out of her grasp, wanting only to dress and leave. I'm sorry, he muttered.

" I couldn't" ............He didn't bother to finish the sentence. It was useless