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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's What A Neighborhood Part Five
Summary: Don and Samantha continue to enhance their budding relationship
once realizing their mutual interest in young girls.  Some apartments in
the second building have been refurbished and during the first open house
three leases are signed.  All the new families show definite indications of
hope for new adventures with their female siblings, plus a very interesting
development with one of the wives.
Keywords: M/f/f/F con

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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Saturday PM, April 24, 2004

   Story codes: M/f/f/F con.

   Story intro: Don and Samantha continue to enhance their budding
relationship once realizing their mutual interest in young girls.  Some
apartments in the second building have been refurbished and during the
first open house three leases are signed.  All the new families show
definite indications of hope for new adventures with their female siblings,
plus a very interesting development with one of the wives.

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   What A Neighborhood

   Part 5 of 6

   Another story by

   Jack Spratt



   Author's Note: If this is the first part you plan to read, you should
download and read the prior four installments.  This is a direct
continuation of Part 4.  If you haven't read Part 1, 2, 3 & 4, this section
will not make sense.  Reading all four prior parts to this point will give
you the complete picture.



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   "Know what?"

   "About Rabina and me."

   Sam is really distraught, fighting back tears.

   "What about Rabina?"

   "I'll leave tomorrow.  I know what you must think of me."

   Samantha is now crying, her body trembling with anguish, as if she is
close to losing control.  Shit, the last thing I need is have something
like this happen, Samantha leaving.  Especially now, when everything seems
to be working as planned.  The best part, of course, is taking the
accounting load off me.

   "You'll do no such thing.  Think about it, how do you think I knew it
was Rabina's unique taste on your moist lips?"

   She looks at me cautiously and then the realization sets in.  The only
way I could've known the haunting taste of Rabina's wonderful pussy is that
I have enjoyed the elixir between her legs so often; I can recognize her
distinctive flavor.  Sitting down and staring at me, and not knowing what
to say, she slowly regains her composure.  Samantha smiles softly when I
ask.

   "You like young girls too?"

   "Yes, I think so.  No, I know I do.  But, I have only had the
opportunity to enjoy younger girls like Rabina and her sister, and the same
goes for Nia and Mia since I started this job.  Before, I just dreamed
about it.  Now, I know why they cum so hard being as young as they are. 
You've been their teacher."

   "Let's say you and I share the same tastes in preteen women."

   That comment breaks the tension and she bursts out in nervous laugh.  I
can't help myself and I join her.  Samantha leans back in her chair and
pulls up her baggy skirt well above her knees, as she is laughing, allowing
me to view the band of her beautiful bare thighs and just a glimpse of her
thong covered pussy.  She is wearing stay-ups that accent her long sexy
legs.  Her thong is a dark sexy red.  For me it causes an instant hard on,
especially since I notice the long black hairs extending beyond the thong.

   "What tweaked your interest in the girls, Sam?"

   "It was Mia; she had to go pee while visiting one afternoon.  The
bathroom door stayed open and the view fascinated me as she prepared to go
pee.  Watching her beautiful golden stream flowing from her pussy did
something to me.  I felt so excited, then ashamed for staring; but, I
couldn't tear my eyes away.  Just the sound of her pee hitting the water
had me tingling between my legs.  She inadvertently, or maybe it was on
purpose, allowed me a full view her hairless pussy when she gently wiped
herself.  I couldn't believe the rush it caused, just looking between her
legs at her naked open slit.  It looked so beautiful, hairless and puffy.
My body started to tingle just looking at her.  It was a really strange
feeling.  She noticed me staring and read me like a book.  Rather than
pulling up her panties, she took them off.  Beckoning me to follow her into
the living room, she sat down on the sofa with her legs spread wide giving
me a full view of her moist opening.  I couldn't help myself; kneeling
between her legs, first enjoying her aroma, and then her taste.  She must
have told the other girls because one of them comes over after school every
day and spreads her legs for me to enjoy.  Licking and fingering them makes
my day, they often leave their panties with me.  I want to do more with
them, but I still haven't got the nerve to let them see me.  The ache
between my legs is a wonderful feeling.  I rub my crotch on a pillow every
night thinking of their young pussies."

   "I think of pussies, young and old, all the time.  Is yours wet now?"

   Sam looks at me, smiling, and then nods yes.  That is something to
contemplate.  Samantha has her composure back.  She looks confident, now
that her secret is also my secret.

   "Have you eaten, Don?  I've just taken a beef roast out of the oven. 
Would you like to join me for dinner?"

   "I just got home from work and am famished.  Lead on."

   As it turns out, Samantha is a very good cook.  The meal is accented
with spices, and with skill from Sam's heritage; I have never experienced
the flavors before.  This time it is my turn to make a pig out of myself.
The smile on her face as I finished my second plate shows the pride she has
in her accomplishment.  After dinner, I dry dishes.  Being this close to
her, her exotic scent has me in an aroused state.  Her small breasts stand
out from her body needing to be appreciated.  She would be a knockout in
the proper wardrobe.  My desire to do more with Sam, multiplies tenfold. 
She must be physic; her arms are around my neck.  Leaning over, I lift her,
carrying her to her bedroom.  Gently depositing her on the bed, one hand
rubs her small firm breasts.  Feeling Samantha's small, but very hard
nipples tells me she is obviously aroused.  Her arms encircle my neck,
pulling me off balance falling on her.  As enjoyable as this is, I want to
feel and see her bare skin.  It isn't long before that hideous blouse is on
the floor.  Her titties are enclosed in an ugly granny type white cotton
bra.  Fortunately, only one hook in the back is holding it together.  Once
released, it exposes two of the perkiest breasts.  Samantha's complexion is
flawless; her tits are topped with hard dark rosy nipples.  Her breasts are
so small I can mouth them.  Samantha's olive toned skin glows.  I savor the
thought of removing her skirt and thong.  My mouth is on one breast and
then the other.  Samantha moans with pleasure.  With two buttons undone,
this relieves her of her skirt.  Now she is before me only in her thong.

   Samantha's belly button is the smallest of all the girls I have loved,
even the youngest preteen.  With my mouth close to my goal, her sexual
scent goes straight to my already hurting dick.  The crotch of her panties
is soaked with her essence and amplifies the scent.  My body is trembling
and my hands are shaking as my fingers pull on the waistband.  Lowering
them ever so slowly, her full matt of soft long dark hair comes into view.
Sam's pussy is petit, but her vaginal lips are full and puffy, the labia
protrude just enough to make them noticeable.  They glisten with moisture.
Leaning into her crotch, my tongue tastes her juice.  Spreading her soft
lips reveals the soft pink interior of her pussy.  Quickly, I lap up her
flowing elixir.  Her body is moving from side to side as she moans with
pleasure.  Sam's clitoris is the smallest I have ever had the pleasure of
trying to suck.  Everything about her is minute.  While sucking her
clitoris, she keeps moaning the word `no'.  Finally, my manipulations bring
her to a thundering climax.  Crawling beside her, I hug her small body to
me.

   "Have you had sex before?"

   The frightened look in her eyes, tell me this is the first time she has
experienced what her pussy can do for her.  Not so unbelievable, as she is
still a virgin at twenty.  She has an apprehensive look on her face.

   "I am not going to do anything, unless you want me too."

   "I am sorry Don, but I just can't.  This is all new to me.  I have never
felt anything like what you did with your tongue before."

   "Don't you masturbate?"

   She has a very sheepish look on her face, like she is embarrassed.

   "No, I don't know how."

   "Well, you should, it is good for you.  That is what the girls enjoy
when you lick their preteen pussies, being masturbated.  When you get up
the nerve, they will do it to you if you show them your beautiful pussy."

   "You think I am beautiful?"

   "And a lot more.  You are so small, like a lovely China doll.  With your
looks and body you should be dressed as a fashion model."

   Cuddling against me, her small hand finds what has been pushing against
her tummy, my erect cock.  When Sam realizes what she is handling she pulls
away as if she has been burnt.

   "That feels good, Sam."

   "You like being touched?"

   "Oh, yes, especially by you and the girls."

   She takes another chance and feels me again, sitting up and actually
studying my engorged tool.  Her fingers can't encircle the shaft, her hand
is so small.  Enjoying the sensation, I lie back and let her manipulate my
cock.  The way I feel it will not be long before she gets the shock of her
life.  When the first shot of cum erupts, it gets her just below her upper
lip and nose, unconsciously she tastes my cream with her tongue.  Her face
doesn't indicate any disgust, just surprise.  Gobs of hot, fresh cum drips
from her body, the look on her face is priceless.  The next two shots
streak up about five inches and falls back on her legs.  She looks at me in
shock, surprise and wonderment at what has just happened.  The good part is
she absentmindedly cleans the hot cum off her lower lip with her tongue.

   "I ejaculated, Samantha.  It feels fantastic.  I needed it."

   "I have never seen it happen before.  It doesn't taste bad.  Actually,
you are the first man I have seen like this.  It wasn't something my
parents would have condoned and, since I have been on my own, I haven't had
time for any male company or boyfriends."

   "That goes to prove there are a lot of stupid males around."

   She smiles and gets out of bed and disappears to the bathroom, returning
with a damp facecloth and tissues.  She uses the tissue to absorb the
majority of cream from my thigh then uses the damp facecloth to clean up
the remainder.  She handles my soft cock with great respect and then
cuddles into my arms and relaxes.

   "This is nice, Don.  I am glad you are happy with my work.  I don't want
to leave."

   "Samantha, I've a few more chores for you."

   "What would those be?"

   "Abe mentioned you had some interesting ideas for decorating.  What I
would like you to do is decorate one of the finished apartments.  I also
want you to become my rental agent, interviewing the new prospective
tenants."

   "Me, are you sure?  I don't have the clothes for a rental agent."

   "Yes, I am sure you will be a great agent.  You are smart, well educated
and beautiful.  Target young professionals with preteen daughters.  Men
will love talking to you; women will notice how young you are for the
position.  I think that will help make up their minds to rent with us. 
Once the buildings are full, I will be in position to increase your salary.
Tomorrow, we will go and get you a business wardrobe."

   Samantha hears one thing.

   "Increase my salary, really?"

   "Yes, of course and an apartment as well."

   "I have an apartment.  I like living here."

   "Well, if you change your mind, you can have an apartment in either
building.  I'd like to rent the garage as well.  It is a shame to leave it
empty."

   "Tell me what rent you would like and I will make up some ads for the
local papers."

   "That sounds good.  We can talk about it tomorrow over dinner at the
mall, when I take you shopping for a new wardrobe."

   "You will buy me clothes.  Why?"

   "Because, I can and I want too.  As you said, you'll need a better
wardrobe to greet the prospective tenants."

   Later that evening, it takes me nearly an hour to come up with what I
think is a satisfactory rent for the garage.  In an email, the rental
information is sent to Samantha, as well as a request that she locate
someone to provide a value and, hopefully, a means of cashing in on the
tools and vintage signs that line the garage walls.  Those types of items,
like the wine, will never have any interest for me.

   In the morning, Abe is at my door very early.  He is in a good mood,
proud of the accomplishments of his staff.  Four apartments will be ready
this week.  He seems more than appreciative of the fact that Samantha will
be responsible for the decoration decisions and will also act as our rental
agent.  If Abe has any problems, he can immediately talk with Samantha
instead of waiting for me.

   They are making good progress on the next floor as well.  The hall
carpets have been lifted, revealing more marble.  With any luck, the
elevators will be approved for operation very shortly making it much easier
to maneuver between floors.  The safety check, by the engineer, is taking
forever.  Currently, we have to use the stairs, which makes it difficult
moving equipment from floor to floor.  The upper floors haven't sustained
as much damage as the first two.  That will cut down on the cost per unit.
I head for my office to slave for the day.

   Just before leaving, I call Samantha confirming she'll be ready for
dinner and a trip to replenish her wardrobe.  She still feels uncomfortable
about me buying what is necessary for her new responsibilities, but agrees
and will be waiting for me at her apartment.  There are a number of
excellent woman's apparel stores, as well as the Gap and Victoria's Secret,
in the local mall.  Envisioning Samantha's lithe body fitted in sexy
lingerie, instead of her horrible cottons, has me smiling appreciatively.

   Driving to her office, I leave the Suburban running to keep it warm. 
Samantha is lacking seasonal clothing, including a decent coat.  She is
ready.

   "Don, I will pay you back every cent you spend tonight.  I have already
saved over a thousand dollars since working here."

   "Let's worry about that later.  Tonight, we are going to enjoy dinner at
a fine restaurant, and buy you a new wardrobe."

   After seating her in the Suburban, I quickly return to the office and
retrieve four thousand dollars.  Every time I view that mountain of cash, I
smile.A During the trip to the mall, Samantha shows me a list of what she
intends to purchase, one of everything with a maximum price written beside
it.  She must have done all her shopping at Value Village.  With the little
I know about the prices of women's clothing, her maximums will not cut it.

   The walk from the vehicle to the mall has her shivering.  A fashionable
coat will cost more than what she suggested for her complete wardrobe. 
Once in the mall, she heads for Wal-Mart.  Slipping my arm under hers, I
direct her to Victoria's Secret.  She is protesting all the way, inside the
store, a young clerk see our antics.

   "Miss, would you please fit the young lady with at least four sets of
matching lingerie, and any accessories you think appropriate.  Just call me
when you are done."

   In a panic, Samantha protests and then watches as I leave the store. 
The clerk leads her to the interior.  Time is flying by.  Now I am hoping
that Samantha reappears before the clothing stores close.  Finally, she
appears.  After paying, we head out with two large bags.

   "Don, what you paid for one bra would have been enough to buy a dozen
practical ones at Wal-Mart."

   "You deserve the best.  Don't you think that Victoria Secret's clothing
looks good on you."

   She smiles, a blush filling her face.

   "They are so soft and lacy.  They do feel good.  I am wearing one of the
new bras now.  I feel so sexy."

   At the Gap, I have another clerk assist her.  Three casual sets, for
when she is working in the office and a winter coat that she will wear
tonight.  At least these clothes will fit her petit body.  Finally, at a
very sheik clothing store, she is persuaded to buy two business dresses and
two business suits.  My mind already has her in a form-fitting suit showing
prospective clients the apartments.  The clerk assures us all the
modifications will be done by tomorrow.  The only thing left is some proper
shoes.  The store next door provides her with five pairs, a variety to
match her outfits.  All the time, Samantha is muttering to herself.  The
part I pick up is that I am crazy for spending so much on so little.

   After lugging all her purchases to the Suburban, and a short drive, we
finally arrive at the restaurant.  Then, after a very satisfying meal,
where she also protested about the prices, commenting she could have made
the same meal for less than a quarter of the bill, we return to the
Suburban.  She looks angelic in the new coat, the collar accenting her
face. Her eyes are sparkling.

   "Don, you're crazy.  We could have gone to Wal-Mart and got everything I
needed."

   "Look at the wardrobe as your Christmas Gift."

   At her apartment, I help her with all the bags.  She offers me a coffee,
which I accept and then she disappears into the bedroom with her purchases.
When she returns she is wearing a new lounging robe, it seems the clerk at
Victoria's Secret took me at my word.  It is off-white with a very silky
finish.  Her hair is in a ponytail and she has applied fresh lip-gloss. 
She is a sexually intoxicating sight.

   "Do you like the robe?  The young lady at Victoria Secret insisted that
I buy one.  What did you tell her anyway?"

   "To make sure you had everything you needed in lingerie."

   She looks at me then unties the belt, slowly opening the robe.  Her bra
and thong are the same color as the robe.  She looks ravenous in the
outfit, especially compared to the granny type she wore last night.

   "Wow.  You look fantastic."

   "I feel so embarrassed.  Everything is so dainty, nothing is really
practical."

   "Don't be embarrassed.  With your body you should be proud of the way
you look.  Forget practical, think of comfort and how nice everything feels
against your skin."

   She is close enough to me that her scent hits me.  Hell, I want to reach
out and grab her, but I keep my animal instincts in check.  She moves
closer and is in my arms.  Her lips meet mine.

   "Thank you, Don."

   Breaking, she serves coffee.  She doesn't bother fastening her robe. 
She looks better than I had envisioned.  Her petite body is made for sexy
lingerie.

   Leaving her shortly thereafter, and sporting a hard on, I have a fitful
sleep.

   During the week, Abe and Samantha decorate and furnish a model suite. 
Each night when I don't see Samantha, there is always something in my email
from her.  She has arranged three showings during the coming weekend, ten,
eleven and twelve o'clock in the morning.  During the week, the elevators
have been licensed for operation, and work on the second floor is in full
swing and almost completed.  Part of Abe's crew is on the third and fourth
floors, as well stripping the hall floors of the rugs and revealing more
hidden marble.

   The building where my apartment is located is taking the back seat to
the renovations across the street.  With the exception of finishing off
Abe's apartment, nothing much has been done.  This building is sound and
really doesn't need the massive cleanup the other building does.  Hiring
more men is out of the question, as Abe wants to have a hand in everything.
More men wouldn't fit his style nor accomplish that much without proper
supervision.

   One evening, there is an email from Sam requesting me to come and talk
to her.  I head to her apartment and she welcomes me in.

   "I did it, Don."

   "Did what?"

   "Nia was here today.  She came home early.  When she sat on the sofa, I
actually undressed for her.  She told me I was beautiful in my bra and
thong.  She grabbed my hand and walked me straight into the bedroom.  You
were right; having her eat my pussy was breath taking.  I wanted more and
more.  I can't believe how good it felt to cum with her tongue in my pussy.
She even stuck her finger in my asshole.  Never in my life have I felt
something like that, but I did cum three times.  I am going to let the
other three see me."

   "They'll all react like Nia.  You're beautiful."

   "I just wanted to thank you, Don."

   Samantha comes to me and has me sit on the sofa.  Kneeling, she
surprises me by lowering my fly and fishing out my raging hard-on.  Then
she does the unthinkable, for her; she engulfs the head and starts sucking
me.  After hearing her tale about Nia, it has me wired for sound.  It isn't
long before my hot sperm is flowing in gob after gob down her throat. 
Samantha doesn't lift her head, but continues sucking and swallowing until
my cock is a soft stub.

   "Nia told me you like that.  Did I do well?"

   "You certainly surprised me.  You did great."

   "Good.  I'm glad you liked it.  You've fucked Nia?"

   "Why do you ask?"

   "I think someone has, her pussy is so accessible, and my tongue easily
fits into her.  She told me I'm so tight.  She teased me about still having
my cherry at my age."

   "I would be glad to remedy that."

   "You will, but not yet.  Until then, I'll gladly suck you."

   "It's a deal.  But, until then, I want to enjoy your body as well."

   Before returning to my apartment, she offers me her very wet pussy to
enjoy.  Seeing her naked body, her glowing skin is a real treat. 
Considering the young girls and now Sam, I thank my lucky stars nightly.

   Walking to the front of the apartment building, the wind whips my face.
Hell, I am sure there will be snow by morning.  Winter is upon us.  Once in
the foyer, the welcome heat hits my face.  After a hot shower, I'm ready
for bed.  It has been a wonderful day.

   The weather doesn't improve on Friday; so I leave work early to beat the
traffic.  One of my concerns is the showings Sam has arranged for Saturday.
If the weather is too bad, they may cancel.  Making myself a well-deserved
Black Russian; I sit and enjoy a quiet moment.  The door chime kills the
mood.  Opening the door, I'm face to face with Rabina.

   "Hi Don.  Can I come in?"

   "Of course, you know you and your sister are always welcome.  Where is
Lathia?"

   "She is out shopping with mom and dad.  So I thought I would visit."

   "I wouldn't go out in this weather either if I don't have too.  How much
time do you have?"

   "Maybe two hours.  More than enough, don't you think?"

   What a way to enjoy a miserable Friday evening, in the arms of a young
beautiful preteen.  Rabina enjoys every form of sex imaginable.  She and
her sister enjoy each other and often team up with Mia and Nia.  One of her
favorites is anal.  From the day she lost her anal cherry, she offers her
bum rather than her pussy.  For one so young, she can cum with very little
stimulation of her asshole.

   "Come in.  I was hoping something nice would happen after the lousy
weather.  I'm glad you came."

   Walking by me, she leads to the bedroom.  There is no need for foreplay
with her.  I have to slow her down most times.  I enjoy eating her tasty
pussy and just feeling her young supple body.  Her boobs are now showing,
her nipples are large, a deep rosy color.  I enjoy sucking them, as she is
able to climax just with nipple stimulation; she's one very sensitive girl.
She's an all-around lover.  The surprising thing is all four of my young
lovers have not looked for any other lovers but me.  I really feel honored.

   After enjoying Rabina's moist pussy my face is coated with her juice. 
Propping my head on my hand and elbow on the bed, I enjoy the beauty
between her legs.  Her pussy is puffy and moist, her juice continues to
seep downwards coating her asshole.  Just touching and caressing her
softness is so relaxing.  After bringing her to the brink three more times
she rolls onto her stomach, her soft bum will now be facing me.  Caressing
both cheeks again and enjoying the soft feel of her skin, Rabina reaches
back and spreads her cheeks exposing her beautiful stretched welcoming rose
bud.  Its rim is wrinkled from the numerous times we have enjoyed anal. 
Using a small dab of KY Jelly, she is prepared for love.  My cock easily
slips into her.  This is a feeling I will never get used to or get enough
of.  With my eyes closed, I enjoy the smooth easy strokes in heaven.  The
key for me is to stroke in Rabina's tightened passage while she holds her
breath.  The final exhaust of air tells me she has cum.  After her second
cum, it is my turn.  Thick cream surges from me.  Finally, I am exhausted
both physically and sexually.  My cock slips out of its' home and we
snuggle.  It is hard to keep awake, but I have to remain alert.  It
wouldn't be prudent to have Rabina return home late with no explanation
where she was considering the inclement weather.

   Waking her, I point out the time; she kisses me and runs to the
bathroom. I keep a supply of everything my lovers need to clean up before
going home.  Glancing down, my flaccid cock is coated with KY Jelly and
cum. Rabina bounds out of the bathroom, dressed, her hair combed.

   "I am glad you were home, Don.  I really miss being with you."

   "You are welcome anytime."

   After a quick kiss she disappears.  I make a quick trip to the shower,
then to bed for a welcome very restful sleep.  Tomorrow is going to be a
big day.

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   Waking up the next morning, there is still a lingering odor of sex in
the room; thoughts of being deep inside Rabina last night flood my mind. 
What a feeling.  Hell, I have slept in.  It is twenty to ten.  In the
kitchen, I prepare the coffee and then shower and shave.  Quickly downing
the first cup of coffee, I savor the second one.  The weather is still
miserable, but the snow has held off, so Sam's showings should happen. 
Curiosity gets the better of me.  After dressing I head across the street.
There are a number of very expensive vehicles parked in front of the
building; if they belong to the prospective tenants at least they are well
heeled or deep in debt.

   Crossing the street, and then entering the building, the welcome heat
takes the chill out of my body.  The sounds of voices fill the halls. 
Samantha is leading two families; she is outlining the features of the
apartments and the building, stressing all the security measures that will
be in effect.  The security system is taking a little longer than the
elevator's approval.  Abe is in the hallway polishing a panel of marble.

   "Good morning Abe!  I am surprised to see you working.  Today is your
day off."

   "Wife told me to get out of the apartment while she cleans.  She says I
get in the way.  I noticed this panel still had some glue on it yesterday.
So here I am."

   "How are the showings going?"

   "Good, I think.  One family is still in the apartment Samantha showed
them, measuring windows and floors, a man and wife with three young girls.
They seem impressed with the size of the unit."

   Down the hall, a man approaches us.  He is well dressed and appears to
be looking for Samantha.

   "Can I help you?"

   "I am looking for the agent; do you know where she is?"

   "The last time I saw her she had two families in tow, may I help you?"

   "Maybe, do you have anything to do with the buildings?"

   Abe makes a very quite snort and turns his head to keep from laughing.

   "I guess I do, I own it."

   "Sorry, I didn't know.  I would like to talk about the apartment.  My
wife and children are impressed."

   Following him to the apartment, it takes will power not to show interest
in his family.  His wife is a petit young woman, not much bigger than Sam.
However, it's their three daughters that have me hurting.  They are images
of his wife, small, but with all her beautiful features.  I am guessing at
their ages, from ten and up.  All are in low rider jeans showing an expanse
of beautiful white skin.  The oldest is sporting lemon-sized breasts, the
other two have protrusions.

   "I'm sorry, I'm Frank Adams, and this is my wife Joan and our three
daughters, Alice, Shannon and Jayden."

   "I'm Don Parsons.  It is a pleasure to meet you and your family.  How
can I help you?"

   After clearing up a few minor points about what the lease entails, he
and his wife move to the kitchen to confer in private, giving me time to
study the young girls.  They are curious about me as well.  The oldest,
Jayden, has a very interesting smile and locks her eyes to mine.  She
purposely pushes her chest out, accenting her developing breasts.  I can
feel my lower friend's interest increasing.  Her eyes divert to my crotch,
where my hero is attempting to embarrass the assembled crowd.  The smile on
her face confirms she knows what she is doing.  Her sisters are also
watching the interplay.  Behind me, I hear movement.

   "Mr.  Parsons, we would like to sign a lease.  When would we be able to
move in?"

   "Miss Wilson will be able to help you with the lease, and my foreman
Abe, the gentleman in the hall, will give you a date.  He will arrange to
have some of his workers assist your movers on moving day.  If you will
wait a few moments, I will locate her."

   Leaving the Adam's in the apartment, I locate Sam with the others
potential clients in an apartment.  Advising her that the Adams would like
to complete a lease, she leaves the two families with me.  One family is
only a couple; however, the wife will add to the visual beauty of the
building.  Her beautiful black complexion glows, her body is like Venus. 
The other couple consists of a mom and dad and two very energetic young
preteen girls, both sporting very interesting bodies.  They move into the
kitchen.

   I introduce myself to the couple, they are Ray and Sangeeta Saxena. 
After answering numerous questions, they also advise me they are interested
in signing a lease.  Excusing myself, I can only hope that Samantha is
free. This is getting a little crazy.

   Finding Sam, I accompany her to the Saxena's.  She advises me that the
Adam's have signed a lease; she has a very satisfied smile on her face.  I
head for the young couple with the two girls; they are still in the
kitchen. Their parents ask numerous questions and are definitely interested
in the apartment.  I'm definitely interested in their two preteen
daughters. Watching the girls, as I talk with their parents, I get the
feeling both the girls are studying me; mind you, I could be paranoid.  The
girls keep me on my toes; every time I try to sneak a look at them, they
catch me and smile.  Both lick their lips in a very sensual fashion.  Of
course, my over active imagination is reading all sorts of erotic
interpretations into the action.

   In the hall, I hear Sam talking to Abe asking him to arrange a moving
date with the Adams.  She enters the apartment.

   "I can take over now, Mr.  Parsons.  Are ther any questions?"

   Excusing myself, I leave, but not before taking one last look at the
beauties.  They are still watching me; their smiles say they are also
interested in me.  That's something I hope is more than my wishful
imagination.  The Adams' are leaving.

   "Thank you for your help, Mr.  Parsons; we will be part of your group of
tenants.  Abe was very helpful; he has arranged to have help for us on the
first."

   "Abe is a very good man.  I'm happy to have you as tenants."

   As they walk by me, Jayden gives me a stare and a smile.  There is
something about her that gives me reason to think she will be a willing
addition to my circle of preteen lovers.  Watching her walk to the entrance
shows she is very well put together, her bum is filling her jeans, her bum
crack very pronounced.

   "Well, Abe, Samantha has a signed lease for one apartment.  The other
two couples seem very interested as well.  We will have additional open
house's every second weekend until they are all rented."

   "We have lots of work to do, but I think we will have the second floor
ready by next weekend."

   "That's good news."

   "Things have been going well, the more we do the better we get.  The men
know exactly what to do each time they start a new apartment."

   "Keep up the good work; we may have two more new tenants shortly."

   Down the corridor Samantha is walking towards us.  Abe excuses himself
and returns to cleaning the marble.  Watching Samantha move is like
watching water flow, so graceful; fluid in motion.  She is carrying a large
portfolio of papers.

   "Don, I have three signed leases with deposits.  I feel so good."

   "You did well Sam, the first open house and three apartments are leased
and it is not two o'clock yet.  Did you have any problems?"

   "No, I answered all their questions and everyone seemed quite
satisfied."

   "What about the couple?"

   "That would be Ray and Sangeeta Saxena; they mentioned they want to
start a family.  The large apartment gives them the opportunity for a
nursery."

   All I can think of is I would love to help her start her family.  I can
still see her eyes boring a hole in me.  Then my thoughts went to Jayden. I
hope, how I hope, she is as curious as I think she is.  The three families
all plan to move in on the same day.  It will be a madhouse for the men.

   Walking to my building, I feel the urge to make love, but haven't a
partner.  As I open the door, Ruth, Nia's and Mia's mom is heading out.

   "Hi, Don.  It's cold today."

   "Hello Ruth, where are you off too?"

   "I have an appointment at one and then I plan on doing some shopping. 
The girls will be alone, but as you are aware they can take care of
themselves."

   "That is very true, they're good girls."

   I watch as the door closes and Ruth disappears from sight.  I wonder
where Nia and Mia are.  I certainly could use both of them in bed right
now. In the apartment, I still have enough coffee left for another cup. 
After Samantha's open house and three signed leases, I feel good about the
world.  The more money that pours in the less I have to drain from my
reserves.  The ringing telephone brings me back.  It is Samantha.  She has
two things to discuss.

   "Don, I feel so good.  Would you like to come to dinner tonight?"

   "It would be my pleasure, actually why don't we go out for dinner?  My
treat for you doing such a good job."

   "Well, it's my job, but if you like, I'd love it.  What time?"

   "Let's say six.  I'll get a reservation, and if there are any changes I
will let you know."

   "Good, another thing, Mrs.  Saxena says she would like to come over and
measure for window dressings.  I gave her your number, as well as mine.  Is
that okay?"

   I can feel my cock reacting to the news.  Seeing Mrs.  Saxena again
would be great, especially if she is alone.  All sorts of thing are
possible, wishful thinking on my part.

   "Not a problem, see you at six."

   With the reservation taken care of, what is needed now is someone to
take care of the ache between my legs.  After imagining all sorts of
wonderful things with the black goddess Sangeeta, I need relief.  The sound
of the door chime solves the problem.  Both Nia and Mia are at the door. 
They are miniatures of Sangeeta and very willing to accommodate me.

   "Mom is gone until late this afternoon; we thought you would like some
company."

   Both are sporting full-length robes, which they drop as soon as the door
is closed.  Their matching bras and thongs certainly put more stiffness in
my now fully erect cock.  The girls love all aspects of sex, oral, anal and
vaginal.  They move past me to the bedroom where we have enjoyed many romps
in the hay.  They lay side by side, legs spread, and displaying the
dampness of their thongs.  The sexual scent permeates the room, with my
face in one crotch, and then the other, their bouquet rattles my senses. 
Both lift their hips to accommodate the removal of their thongs.

   Sucking the offered pussies, each girl has a wild climax with the
assistance of my tongue.  Their juice is plentiful, and as I enjoy it, the
thoughts of how good Sanpete would taste rattles through my mind.

   Enjoying Nia, Mia moves down the bed and I feel her moist mouth
engulfing me.  Both are accomplished cocksuckers.  Mia caresses my shaft as
she sucks; Nia has my ears in her hands pulling my face into her cunt as
she climaxes.  She then releases me, lying beside me; she grabs her knees
pulling them to her chest exposing her wrinkled asshole.  Licking from her
asshole to her clitoris has her body trembling with sexual explosions.  Mia
is bringing me to the edge, her appetite for hot cum is unquenchable.  When
the surges starts, her grip on my shaft intensifies, her sucking never
quits.  After draining me, she moves beside me and both girls snuggle.

   "Don, we really miss this.  I wish mom would take another course on the
weekends so we could stay like we used too."

   "Me too, I looked forward to my time with you girls."

   Kissing each one, then pulling them close, we all enjoy the time we have
together.  Naked young girls are a visual candy and should be savored as
often as possible.  The sound of the telephone brings me back to reality
with a jolt.  It is nearly four thirty, the girls have to get dressed and
return to their apartment before their mother returns.  Watching them
retrieve their thongs, they look at each other then throw them at me. 
Leaving me alone in bed, the door closes, indicating they have left.  With
their panties at my face, I relive a bit of this afternoon.  I love the
smell of a woman, even if they are preteens.

   Showered and dressed for this evening's date with Samantha, I am at the
back promptly at six.  Inside the garage office, I sit and wait.  I call up
the stairs to let her know I'm here.  The office is neat and tidy, a
woman's touch.  A number of pictures have been added to make the office
area a bit homier.  Sounds of movement have me looking towards the
stairway. Samantha is coming.  I nearly swallow my tongue.  She looks
radiant.  Her black dress is molded to her slight body, accenting her small
but beautiful breasts; her coat is over her arm.  She is wearing dark red
heels and accessories to match.  The dress ends two inches above her knees
showing more skin than her usual outfits.  As far as I am concerned, the
hell with dinner, she looks like dessert.

   "Hello Don, have you been waiting long?"

   "Not really, but it's worth every minute of it, seeing you dressed as
you are.  All the males will be jealous of me tonight."

   Although it's difficult to see Samantha blush, this time it's obvious.
Helping her with her coat, her scent gives me more reasons to want to stay
home, but that isn't to be.  Helping her into the Suburban gives me a
glimpse of her legs and inner thigh that disappears into the darkness. 
Images of her naked body flash before me.  With all the young ladies I have
enjoyed, Samantha's slight body has me panting.  Her cherry is still
intact, I keep hoping she will let me remedy that dilemma, could tonight be
the night?

   It takes a few minutes to feel the heat causing Sam to open her coat. 
The dress highlights her perky breasts.  It is hard to keep my eyes on the
road, between sneaking a peeks.  As usual, she is aware of my antics and
just smiles.

   "You have seen everything before Don, what is the big deal now?"

   "Samantha, there is no way on this earth I could ever get enough of your
body and, besides, you smell so good.  I'd love to make dinner out of you."


   Again, she blushes.  She may be embarrassed at my interest and talk, but
she enjoys the attention.  As I envisioned, Samantha turns many heads, both
male and female, as we are escorted to our table.

   This's a far cry from sharing take-out with her the first time we met,
when she was attempting a new career as a hooker.  Fortunately, for her, I
was her first john.

   The meal is excellent, but I'm still looking at Samantha as dessert.  I
can wish can't I?  Sam is enjoying dessert as I indulge in my second
coffee. Watching her movements as she eats, her pursed lips seem to be
beckoning me to kiss them.  She surprises me by placing her small hand on
mine.  This is the first act of affection in public.  Her hands are so
dainty compared to my massive paws.  Making eye contact, I'm sure the
feeling of mutual need is being radiated between us.  My need is rising,
not only metaphorically, but physically as well.  Thank goodness the girls
took the edge off this afternoon, or I would be in hellish shape right now.

   "Thank you, Don, for a wonderful meal.  Sometimes it is good to let
someone else do the cooking."

   "It's well deserved Samantha.  Leasing three apartments during our first
open house is far beyond my expectations.  And the bonus is two families
have preteen girls."

   "I had no doubt you'd notice that.  I also saw how Mrs.  Saxena looked
at you.  She is a man eater."

   "Really, I never noticed."

   "You lie."

   Sam gives me a playful whack on the arm, and then brings her hand back
to mine.  Just feeling her warm skin in my hand has me thinking I want
more, a lot more.  The conversation is mainly shoptalk.  Another open house
is planned for two weeks hence, as this weekend three families will be
moving in.  The two weeks will give Abe and his crew a chance to finish a
couple more units on the second floor and perhaps some on the third. 
Yesterday's tour showed great improvements in the hallway, the marble just
shines; even Abe had to admit he was impressed.

   The new week is a beehive of activity, not only is good progress being
made on the second floor, but all the finishing touches on the first have
been completed.  The hallways gleam, now that all the original finishes
have been restored.  The elegance is obvious; everywhere you look there is
a reflective shine.  Recalling the mess it was originally, and as it is
now, one has to wonder about the history of the building, how it managed to
become so run down.

   During the week, some of the new tenants have arranged with Samantha to
move some of their things into their apartments, prior to the weekend. 
They have all signed leases and have paid the first and last month's rent.
Returning home one evening, there is a note from Sam on my door with a
time, asking me to talk to Mrs.  Saxena who is in her apartment taking
measurements.  Just the thought of Sangeeta has my body trembling.  I
wonder what she needs me for, as Samantha has the authority to answer any
questions she may have.

   It's a beautiful evening.  The traffic is light at this time so crossing
the street isn't a hazard, as it is during the day.  The building looks
impressive at this time of night.  All the original lights have been
replaced; the main entrance is now bright and clean.  There is evidence
that Abe has been working on the security for the building, as there is a
number of wires located to my left all ending up in a junction box on the
vestibule wall.  When finished, a security key pad will be installed and
will give the tenants a significant level of security.  An unobtrusive call
box will be installed for visitors to contact a tenant.  No door buzzers to
preclude a false entry

   Inside the hall it is very quiet with the exception of an occasional
bang.  There are still workers on the second floor.  Abe gets the maximum
effort from his men.  I have to admit I have never seen anyone so grateful
as my employees.  All are living in my buildings, in apartments refurbished
by them.  The cost to me is minimal, just a reduction in the rent.  They
have repaid me many times over with expert workmanship.  Abe will accept
nothing less.

   At Mrs.  Saxena's door, I press the buzzer and the chimes sound in the
apartment.  Waiting momentarily, the door opens and I am gazing at
Sangeeta, dressed in a light blue leather ensemble consisting of slacks and
a jacket, both of which have been tailored to fit her body.  Her dark brown
hair is pulled back in a ponytail, her lips are full and coated with a kiss
me lip-gloss.  Her perfume swamps me.

   "You wanted to see me, Mrs.  Saxena."

   "Yes, I do, but please call me Sangeeta."

   She stands aside and allows me to pass, closing the door.  The hair on
the back of my neck seems to be standing out straight as I attempt to
control my desires.  I have no idea at this point if Sangeeta is even
interested in straying from her husband.  All I can do is hope.

   "Miss Wilson was kind enough to allow me to have some new furniture
delivered.  What I need is a man's input to see if it is arranged
properly."

   "I will do my best."

   Following her really has my every corpuscle humming.  The leather is
molded to her bottom, I have no idea how they got it to bury itself in her
ass.  Her legs are long and sensual; her perfume continues to do a number
on me.  They have had a new king sized bedroom suite delivered.  The room
is arranged as only it could be, considering the size of the bed and its'
accessory pieces.  One thing odd is that it has been made.  Everything
matches; it is a perfect love nest.  She didn't need me to tell her that.

   "Sangeeta, it looks perfect.  All the room needs is a few of your
favorite pictures and it will be complete."

   Sangeeta's expression tells me she is happy with the complement.  She
moves in front of me, close enough to brush me.  Did she do it on purpose?
She leans over and puffs up a pillow, giving me another view of her
magnificent derriere.  Now I'm uncomfortable.  Where is her husband?

   "Ray didn't accompany you?"

   "No, he had to go out of town and won't be back till tomorrow.  He has
arranged time off on the weekend for us to move.  We picked out the bedroom
suite Sunday.  I don't know how to thank you for letting us have it
delivered here before our lease starts."

   We are eye to eye, her long tongue does its' quick lick of her full
lips, making them seem to glow in the light.  Looking at her, I can think
of a way she can thank me, but there are still not enough signs for me to
act.  She could be just flirting with me.

   "I wonder if you could feel the sheets and tell me if you think my
husband will appreciate them.  They are silk."

   Watching her roll down the bed and expose the black sheets, I stand
beside her and feel the soft texture.  She hasn't moved and we are close
enough for me to be aware of the heat of her body.  This isn't good.

   "I know Ray will be more than happy.  I certainly would."

   Standing, I tower over her by at least eight inches.  Looking down she
is staring up at me, her brown eyes are drowning pools.  Her lips seem to
be screaming at me to lean over and kiss them.  This is getting touchy. 
Then it happens, she moves towards me and, considering we are inches apart,
our bodies touch.  I lose it.

   When our lips touch, it is like a shock of electricity that runs through
my body.  My arms have a mind of their own and encircle her pulling her
luscious body into me.  Surprisingly, her arms encircle my neck, our lips
are locked.  Sangeeta uses her body to pull me off balance; we both fall to
the bed.

   Cupping a leather-covered breast, my fingers find a very hard nipple. 
As we continue the kiss, she moans softly.  My explorations continue as my
hand runs over her flat tummy and to her pussy.  The leather at her crotch
feels very warm.  My imagination is working overtime.  Hell, I want more.

   Breaking our embrace, Sangeeta slowly lowers the zipper on her blouse.
She has my undivided attention.  Her blue semi transparent blouse is of a
soft material with the bra a similar shade and trimmed with lace.  When she
lowers the zipper on her slacks, I stand and undress.  She is watching me
and I am just as intent on discovering her as she exposes more.  When she
sees my raging hardon, she rewards me with a smile, and then wiggles out of
her slacks.  Her thong matches her bra; it is very damp at the crotch.

   Now beside her, I explore her body.  Her bra slips off revealing two
very hard rosy nipples.  Tasting each one rewards me with her moans.  Her
scent continues to have me reeling.  Sangeeta has the deepest belly button
I have seen in a while.  She goes wild when my tongue flicks in it.

   "Please don't, that gets me so horny."

   That is the wrong thing to tell me at this point.  My tongue and mouth
continue its assault on her belly button.  My keen sense of smell picks up
her vaginal aroma.  It's heady and robust.  She senses my interest and
lifts her hips for the removal of her thong and exposing a beautiful set of
love lips with her minor labium extending at least two inches like a lotus
blossom.  Her clit is extended as well, nearly an inch in length.  Latching
onto it with my lips brings her to the brink for the first time.  Her
breathing stops, her back arches then she cums.  Her love juice seems to
flow; a man would never die of thirst between Sangeeta's legs.  Sucking her
labia gives a continuous taste of her.  Leaning back and supporting my head
on my hand, I enjoy the view.  Her pussy is a panorama of beautiful colors,
dark brown, some grey and then a marvelous welcoming pink, moist and very
aromatic.  What a perfect design.  She lifts her knees and spreads her
legs, exposing a beautiful rosebud.  It has numerous loose wrinkles that
are an indication she has shared it with Ray, or some lucky guy, many
times. It is something to contemplate for the future, assuming our
relationship continues.

   Between her legs, my shaft slips into heaven.  Her vaginal muscles do
their work on my shaft.  Within minutes, my shaft is splaying hot sperm
into her unprotected opening.  Relief floods through me.  We lay joined for
what seems an eternity.  Finally, my limp member slips out of a very wet
home.

   Later, watching her wiggle into her leather slacks has me wanting more.
She leaves for the bathroom to reapply her makeup.  It seems to have taken
a beating.  As we leave, she gives me a kiss on the cheek.

   "That was nice Don; I hope you will come and visit often.  Thank you
again for allowing me to have the furniture delivered and for your opinions
about the room.  I can see now that everything is perfect."

   For some reason that night, I fall asleep with a big grin on my face
feeling totally content.  I have made a new friend with Mrs.  Saxena. 
Returning from work the following day, Sam is waiting for me.

   "How did last night go with Mrs.  Saxena?"

   "Very well, actually.  She had a few questions about the apartment,
nothing serious.  I have no idea why she didn't ask you."

   "I can guess."

   Something tells me Samantha can sense when I am stretching the truth. 
She advises me that four more families are interested in viewing
apartments. All have young girls ranging from age nine to fifteen.  She
hasn't seen any of them, but has arranged to have them come to the next
open house a week from this Saturday.  She has also had a call about the
garage space.  The interested party will be here tomorrow.  An auction
house called to give us a quote on the value of all the signs and tools. 
Sam has been a very busy girl.

   Arriving home the next night, Samantha is waiting for me again.  She has
a large sheaf of papers in her hand.  It seems the value of all the items
in the garage surpass my wildest estimates.  Samantha has a contract from
the firm, who is willing to remove all the items, clean them and then
arrange a sale for a ten percent commission.  Considering that my
investment is nil, I sign.  Samantha will contact them tomorrow.  She also
advises me that she believes she has someone with a serious interest in the
garage itself.  She will know more by the weekend.  I will have to ask Abe
to give me an idea how much time it will take to partition the garage from
the office and Samantha's apartment.

   The auctioneer took two days to remove all the tools and signs and all
the old parts from the building.  Hell, it really looks bare now.  Abe
informs me it will not take much to close off the access to Samantha's
office.  They will remove the adjoining door and fill it in.  Sam's privacy
will be maintained.  She re-emphasized that she didn't want an apartment in
either of the buildings.  She likes the privacy of the back.

   The weekend is a beehive of activity.  Three sets of movers have fun
moving in the new tenants.  Abe and Adam are there, as well as the workers
assisting our new tenants.  Things go smoothly at first, and then two of
the large moving vans arrive at the same time.  The street was totally
blocked off for nearly an hour before they were able to move the large vans
out of the way.  They all wanted to be close to the main door when
unloading the heavy items.  We were lucky no one called the police.

   It is about six when Abe comes to my apartment and informs me all the
moving is finished.  To show him my appreciation for he and his men, I give
him $400 to take them and their wives out to a nice dinner.

   Just as the door is closing, the telephone rings.  It is Samantha.

   "Don, have you had dinner?"

   "No, I was just about to warm up some leftovers."

   "Never mind the leftovers; dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes.
I will be expecting you shortly and bring your toothbrush.  I want you to
stay over."

   Hmmm, that is a nice thought.  Possibilities?  Hmmm, maybe.  Staying
over with Samantha by my side is a wonderful way to end a very full week.
She hasn't told me if the garage is rented, but did say the auction for the
memorabilia will be in three weeks.  It will take the auctioneers that long
to catalogue all the items.  The rewards of purchasing this building just
keep getting better and better.  The other building didn't have any hidden
treasures, but it did bring me and Sangeeta together, and that makes it
worth it.  The untold wealth of young preteens still hasn't been tapped.  I
can only hope some are willing to explore their sexual feelings.

   Sam greets me wearing one of her native dresses.  Her slight body fills
it with a very pleasing appeal.  The odor of food reminds me that I am
hungry.  With all the activity today, I neglected lunch and breakfast was
only a bagel and coffee.

   To be continued in Part 6.

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