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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's What A Neighborhood Part 6

   Summary: In this 6th and final part, it is advisable to read all prior
chapters in order to get the full understanding of the various
relationships.  Don and Samantha take their relationship to the next level.
They continue to enjoy and expand their close rapport with the growing
number of beautiful young females that adorn the halls of the buildings. 
The challenges seem endless.
Keywords: M/FF, Mf con



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   Copyright (c) 2005, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Saturday, May 28, 2005

   Story codes: M/FF, Mf con

   Story intro: In this 6th and final part, it is advisable to read all
prior chapters in order to get the full understanding of the various
relationships.  Don and Samantha take their relationship to the next level.
They continue to enjoy and expand their close rapport with the growing
number of beautiful young females that adorn the halls of the buildings. 
The challenges seem endless.



   What A Neighborhood

   Part 6 of 6

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt





   The following is the chronological order of the original posting dates
for the series "What A Neighborhood":

   Part 1 01-12-2001

   Part 2 05-07-2003

   Part 3 05-14-2003

   Part 4 12-07-2003

   Part 5 04-24-2004



   ****************************************************** Special thanks to
Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing. 
*****************************************************************

   Samantha welcomes me, guiding me to the kitchen, the source of all of
the mouth-watering aromas.  Seating me at the kitchen table, she gives me a
bird's eye view of a fine women; she leaves for a minute and comes back
with a Black Russian and continues preparing dinner.  The drink goes down
smoothly; an invitation for the second is accepted.  For some reason, my
eyes follow her every move.

   Dinner is a total success and, as with prior dinners, Samantha has
outdone herself.  The meal of Oriental Roast Duck brings out the pig in me.
It's the one thing I had mentally planned on not repeating.  So much for my
willpower or should I say, my lack of it.  If Samantha ever quits being my
rental agent, I will gladly assist her in opening a restaurant.  After the
meal, we clean up and she makes me another Black Russian and then excuses
herself.

   Soft music floats through the apartment.  With my eyes closed, I let the
sounds take me to another world.  A click of a closing door brings me back;
Samantha has changed and is now in a full-length blue lace negligee.  There
are long slits in the sides showing her long naked copper toned legs.  She
is a beautiful, sexy woman.  Her face is bursting with a smile.

   "Are you ready for dessert?"

   She spreads the gown exposing her body and shapely trimmed bush.  Enough
of her luscious pussy is showing to simulate my usual interest; only a dead
man wouldn't react.  Is she offering herself as dessert?

   "I'm always ready."

   A soft grin fills her face and she uses her finger to beckon me forward
to her bedroom.  Following her like a puppy, my mind is racing envisioning
many scenarios.  Sam sits on the bed watching me, this I take as an
instruction to lose my clothes.  She leans back on the pillow with her hair
fanning out to make an attractive frame of her face.  The gown spreads
exposing her beautiful pussy, moist and shimmering.  Sam's arms are
outstretched motioning for me to join her.

   "I have a surprise for you, Don."

   There are times when I'm not crazy about surprises; however, this is not
one of them.  She reaches over to the night table and retrieves a disc and
hands it to me.  It's a container of birth control pills, showing eight
pills missing.  This could be the night.

   "I have been waiting for this day ever since my last doctor's
appointment.  The girls told me to be prepared and what to do.  They know
more about sex than I do.  It's embarrassing when my preteen friends have
to instruct me on the intricacies of sex, especially intercourse.  You have
been an instrumental instructor for them."

   "I'll thank them tomorrow."

   "Make love to me Don, make me want it."

   A pull of a ribbon releases her robe, exposing all of her slight,
alluring body.  On her back, her breasts are nearly flat, but her nipples
are hard and beckoning for attention.  Sam's skin has a unique taste; it's
manifested with each nipple between my lips.  Her body telegraphs the fact
that she enjoys my manipulations.  My lips travel down the warm expanse of
her tummy, then I have her wiggling when my tongue enters her bellybutton.
Her hands are pushing my head downwards to remove me from that very
sensitive opening.  My lips and face feel the softness of her trimmed bush;
her luscious scent tells me my goal is very close.  Her aroma seems more
acute this time, as her arousal is the result of the thought of losing her
cherry.

   Gluing my lips to her pussy, I suck and ingest all her warm juice; it's
like a primed pump, it flows like water.  Spreading her legs, I work on her
slit, minor labia and clitoris bringing her to the edge and over several
times.  Pushing her knees towards her head exposes her very tight and
attractive anal rim, her body shivers when it's licked.  Lifting my head to
stare at the beauty, her body trembles every few moments.  Samantha's eyes
are closed and she's whispering my name over and over.

   Throughout the foreplay, my tool has been more than ready.  There is a
very strong ache emanating in my engorged shaft.  My plan is to make
Samantha want it so bad that the slight pain of her hymen tearing will not
deter her from enjoying her first vaginal climax.

   With my cock ready, and her puffy pussy moist and willing, my movement
between her legs has her eyes wide open.  Hell, she looks so angelic.  As
we touch, electricity seems to flow between us.  Little effort is needed to
bury the head of my cock into her soft velvet glove.  However, there is a
determined blockage.  Starting a barrage of short strokes, the assault
begins.  Sam is moaning and lifting her hips, her hymen now is a hindrance
to our lovemaking.  She's so excited and is concentrated on being
penetrated; she doesn't seem to feel the pain when my hard thrust decimates
the stubborn membrane.  The spoils of my triumph are being buried deep in
Sam.  As with the young girls in the past, she feels so tight.  I remain
still, just to savor the feeling.  Samantha's arms are around my neck
squeezing.

   Slowly the ritual of intercourse revs up, my shaft creating longer and
longer strokes.  The feeling is one of pride and being thankful that
Samantha shared her precious moment with me.  Her small body is covered by
me; however, the urgency in her upward thrusts indicates she is close to
her goal of her first vaginal climax.  Me?  I'm hanging on, holding back
until she explodes.  Her fingernails feel like they are embedded in my
shoulders, her body stiffens and she gasps for air.  My hose explodes
spraying her virgin area with searing hot sperm.  Collapsing on top of her,
we both hug panting with exhaustion.

   "I'm happy, I feel so good.  Now I know what the girls have been talking
about."

   The last thing I remember is falling asleep with my head against her
chest; her arms pulling me close as a child to its mother's breast.  The
sun is creeping through the window when I wake.  Samantha is staring at me,
a smile on her face.

   "Why didn't you wake me?"

   "I like watching you sleep.  You look so relaxed."

   "After last night, relaxing is very easy."

   The room is a mess, the bed is a mess.  The sheets are covered with cum,
virgin blood and Sam's ample pussy juice.  There is dried blood between her
legs and I am not much better as it is all over my stomach and thighs where
Sam rode my leg sometime during the night.  Then I suggest.

   "The first thing we should do is shower.  You can put the coffee on so
it is ready."

   "No, first we will take care of that."

   Her hand is grasping my totally recovered cock.  It is extended to the
max, the purple head shining.  Sam's delicate fingers explore the head,
rubbing the precum.  We certainly can't make more of a mess than the bed is
in now.  Soon, I am impaled deep in the abyss of sexual plenty.  Samantha's
fingers find the open wounds on my back; she did manage to break the skin
when she lost her cherry.  Rutting like rabbits in heat, we manage to bring
each other over the precipice.  I certainly don't want to get up, but Sam
insists, saying we can't stay in bed all day.

   Sam, still naked leaves the room, fresh cum is flowing down her legs
from her very well fucked pussy.  Soon the sound of water flowing in the
shower confirms our fun has ended.  I strip the bed of the bloodied sheets
and the one blanket and carry them to the washer.  With the washer humming
and the coffee perking, I join her in the shower; we take our time bathing
each other.  Samantha's vaginal opening appears much larger now that she is
no longer a virgin.

   Dressed in bathrobes, we sit at the table and enjoy the first coffee of
the day.  Sam looks beautiful, sitting across from me completely devoid of
makeup.  Her natural coloring is fabulous.  Within minutes, she is making
breakfast of bacon and eggs.  Not her usual no doubt, but in my honor.

   "How do you feel?"

   "A lot different than I did yesterday morning.  It still feels like you
stretched me."

   "Well, we did do a bit of stretching last night and this morning helped
it along."

   After the breakfast dishes are stacked in the sink, Samantha grabs my
hand and leads me back to her unmade bed.  Grabbing new sheets we quickly
make the bed, discard our robes and within seconds, I slip deep into Sam's
pussy.

   "This feels so good.  It feels so good to have you in me."

   "The more we do it, the better it will feel."

   "Good, we will do it all the time."

   After a very enjoyable bout of sex, Sam cuddles into my arms, and
comments/

   "Have you seen Jayden recently?"

   "The last time I saw her was when you were showing them the apartment."

   "She really looks sharp in her school uniform.  She has beautiful legs.
We talked a few times and gave me the impression she is interested in
girls. At least she appears to stare at me each time we meet."

   "She is a very well put together young girl.  How old is she?"

   "Eleven going on twenty."

   The image in my mind of Jayden has her in my bed with her legs spread.
Her long blond mane sets off her beauty.  I wonder if she still has her
cherry.  Her sisters are very interesting as well, but I am under the
impression they are younger than she is.  Just the thought of tasting them
has my cock growing again.

   "I see you are interested in her as well.  I will let you know if she
comes to the office.  We both will like that."

   *************************** **********************

   Over the next month, Samantha orchestrates two more open houses, with
the same results as the first one.  There are now ten apartments rented. 
People are moving in during the week, I don't know from one week to the
next who I will be meeting in the halls.  One very pleasing result is the
number of young preteen girls moving about in the building.  I did get to
see Jayden and, agreeing with Sam, she is a very sexy looking preteen.  Her
skirts are the shortest possible and when she flips her skirt her panties
are very evident.  Twice she has made a point of flashing me while wearing
thongs.  My goal is to see what is in her panties as soon as circumstances
allow.

   One Thursday evening there is a message on my machine from Mrs.  Saxena
asking, if I returned by six thirty, would I please contact her in person.
Of course, my mind recalls the last time we met and tested her new
mattress. Could my luck continue?  Grabbing a bite to eat, I have a shower
then head across to Mrs.  Saxena's apartment.  As luck would have it,
Jayden is in the foyer retrieving mail.  She is in her school uniform, her
hair shines in her ponytail.  As I get closer, her perfume assails me. 
Whatever the scent is, my desire is to snuggle into the source.

   "Hello, Mr.  Parsons."

   "Hi, Jayden, how are you?"

   "Very good, and yourself?"

   "Same, but I be happier when tomorrow evening arrives; I am looking
forward to the weekend."

   "Me too, my sisters and I are planning to go to the mall on Peel Street.
Have you been there?"

   "Yes, a few times."

   "Maybe we will see you there.  Mom is dropping us off at ten and picking
us up after five.  My sisters want to go to a movie.  I don't know if I
will be going, I would like to do something different."

   Her blue eyes are bright; she is purposely pushing her chest forward to
gain the maximum effect from her small developing breasts.  Her white
blouse has been tucked into the waistband of her skirt so tightly that her
hard nipples are noticeable.  I certainly would enjoy tasting them.

   "I hope you have a nice time at the mall."

   "Well, I know I could."

   With that she turns and leaves me standing hoping she is referring to
what my imagination is doing to her.  Her skirt moves to and fro with an
air of promise.  My Willy is certainly pleased, as it pushes out against my
slacks.  With my mind on Jayden, I push the buzzer at Mrs.  Saxena's door.
Sangeeta greets me, her face breaking out in a large smile.

   "Thank you for coming over.  Come in."

   Sangeeta is wearing a floor length black silky robe; her hair tied back
in a bun.  I am sure I can smell the fragrance of soap and shampoo.  My
senses are overwhelmed by her as I pass.

   "What can I do for you Mrs.  Saxena?"

   Her beauty is not lost on me, I stare at her.  She grabs my arm and
pulls me to the bedroom.

   "Ray is out of town for the night, I thought of you and what a memorable
time we had last time."

   The bedroom is similar to what it was the last time we had a liaison,
however, there are pictures gracing the walls now.  The bed has been turned
down.  Sangeeta drops her robe and is before me naked.  Moving towards her,
we meet and kiss.  She feels so soft against me.  Her hand is at my fly
lowering the zipper.  In moments, I'm as naked as she is.  Our foreplay is
very slow and fulfilling.  Once my mouth is at her clitoris, her body
stiffens numerous times as she climaxes.

   "You do that so well.  Ray is good, but I guess it must be experience as
you do it better."

   The fact is I love eating pussy both young and old.  Her musky scent and
taste have me wanting more.  I just love looking at her pussy.  Her dark
complexion glistens, sexual excitement amplifies her beauty.  With my head
resting on one thigh, she lifts and spread the other one.  Her pussy is in
full bloom, swollen from sex; her asshole is open like the blossom of a
fragrant flower, its rim showing wrinkles, the results of stretching during
anal sex.  This is true beauty.

   "I am so glad you came over.  I don't know what it is, but I feel
comfortable with you.  You are the only one I have been unfaithful with
since our marriage three years ago, not that I don't have offers."

   I can imagine anyone that can, would be hitting on her.  Her admission
makes me feel special.  When I finally leave, her scent stays with me until
I have a shower.  It has been an excellent way to end Thursday.

   Friday starts out slow with few calls; however, by three all hell breaks
loose.  It is five thirty when we finally close shop and go home.  I really
don't feel like cooking, so I stop off for Chinese.  Calling Sam, she
informs me that she is showing apartments tomorrow.  One at eleven and the
other at one, both are professionals with children.  She is not sure of the
children, but she believes they are girls and there is also an open house.
She tells me she will be having company tonight.  It must be one of the
girls.  What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall.

   Up early Saturday morning has me recalling the conversation with Jayden.
Just what did she mean?  Since Sam is busy this morning, a trip to the mall
will satisfy my curiosity.  Arriving at the mall shortly after ten, I have
no idea where Jayden will be or if her plans have changed.  My first
thought is the food court.  Armed with a cup of coffee, I take up a
position on the outer perimeter hoping that by chance I will spot her and
her friends.  The parade of eye candy is limitless.  Today's styles are a
voyeur's dream.  Girls of all ages compete to see who can expose the most
skin and still be within the realms of decency.  The latest, with the low
riders, is the exposed thongs.  Many, as young as seven and eight, are
wearing sheer tops, the older ones without the benefit of a bra.  Their
beautiful young budding breasts exposed for all too see.  It is not that
they are flaunting themselves; they are just part of the current fashion.
Many are walking in groups chatting.  However, a few are on the prowl. 
Four young girls, my guess ages from eight to twelve, it is so hard to tell
with makeup, clothing and the hairstyles, give me the eye.  I never
considered myself a girl magnet, but these young girls use their wiles on
me, their looks and body movements give me shivers.  Each one is a
potential lover, but in this situation they would have to approach me.  One
in particular, a young Chinese girl makes a perfect prospect, and with her
sultry looks she is way beyond her years in sexual curiosity.  She walks by
four times, on each occasion makes a point of making sure I notice her with
prolonged direct eye contact.  Now she is someone I would love to get to
know much better.

   I am now on my second coffee and still no Jayden.  Maybe she changed her
mind and decided to stick with her sisters.  The mall visit isn't a total
loss as the view is very inspiring, not to mention physically rewarding. 
My cock has been solid for the last hour just imagining what it would be
like having any one of the many young girls.  Taking one last look around,
I see a blonde across the court; there is something familiar about her,
just a gut feeling.  Trying to keep her in focus proves difficult as I lose
her several times as she moves among the growing crowd of shoppers. 
Perhaps I am seeing things, wanting Jayden to show.

   Then, through the crowd, rounding the corridor we both see each other at
the same time.  She looks radiant, tight fitting low rider jeans, the band
of a pink thong exposed, a white top with blue piping and a short jacket. I
usually see her in a school uniform.  This is a pleasant change.  As she
approaches, I am sure my eyes are playing tricks as her white blouse has a
pinkish tinge.  Then she is in front of me, the blouse isn't pinkish, it is
sheer, the pinkish is her skin accessed by two intriguing aureoles and
nipples.  I wonder if her mom knows.

   "Hi Don.  Jenny Chen told me there was a distinguished man at the food
court, looking as if he was waiting for someone.  I hope it is me."

   Jayden has a very interesting belly button, a bobble dangling from it. I
like the blouse and the fact she is braless.  It tells me there is
interest.

   "Jenny Chen?"

   "You must have noticed a Chinese girl walking through the mall, she is
someone everyone notices."

   She must be my Chinese vision that eyed me each time she passed.  What a
small world.  Jayden sits and moves her jacket to the sides of her body. 
My reaction is a immediate hard-on.  Her breasts are smallish puffy cones,
rising maybe an inch from her body, her dark nipples are prominent, not
big, but very eye appealing.  Looking up she is smiling.  Hell, I always
fall for these traps.  Now I am blushing.

   Her make-up is flawless.  It seems to highlight her big blue bedroom
eyes.  Her long blond hair is in a sexy ponytail.  Long string- type
earrings dangle tantalizing each time she moves her body.

   "I noticed; she went past me three or four times.  You are right.  She
is noticeable, but so are you.  You look so different.  I like your
outfit."

   "I am glad.  When I picked it out this morning I was thinking of you and
hoping you would come.  You like what you see?"

   "Very much."

   That brings an additional smile of appreciation.  I don't know if it is
me or her, but her nipples actually moved; it looks like they are harder.
Moving my eyes back to her face, she acknowledges that I have been staring
and pushes her chest foreword inviting me to enjoy the view.

   "Jenny goes to the same school as me, we are buds.  We both are eleven."

   Built like they are and only eleven?  What will they look like at
eighteen?  Jayden's soft scent reaches me, it is pleasing.  All I can think
of at this moment is having her beside me in bed, slowly undressing her and
searching for the points on her body where that scent resides.  Then I feel
a kick.

   "What are you dreaming about?  It must have been nice.  You had a smile
on your face, and I hope it was me."

   "It was.  Can I get you anything, Coke, chips?"

   "Only if you are having something, a Coke would be fine."

   "I will get another coffee."

   Watching her enjoy the Coke, as she purses her lips on the straw, has my
imagination running wild.  Would she like to suck something else?  My straw
is ready anytime.  She looks at me smiling.  What a beautiful face, lips
that are so kissable and she smells so good.

   "Where are your sisters?"

   "They are at the other end of the mall waiting for the theatre to open.
It runs early on Saturday.  We like the early show as it leaves the
afternoon to do other things."

   "So what are you going to do if you don't go to the movie?"

   "That is what I was hoping you could suggest.  Can't you think of
something?"

   I know what I am thinking; but, is she on the same wavelength?  We are
eye to eye when she sticks out her tongue wetting her lips in a very
provocative fashion.  My interpretation is she is suggesting somewhere
private.

   "I am not sure what you are suggesting.  Would you like a walk around
the mall."

   "If I wanted to do that, I would have joined Jenny."

   "Are you suggesting something private?"

   "Boy, you are a quick study, of course that is what I am suggesting. 
Every time I am near you I feel funny."

   "I make you feel funny?"

   "Well, not that kind of funny.  You know, sort of excited."

   "Excited?"

   She leans over and whispers to me.

   "You make me wet, you know what I mean?"

   Now I know we are on the same wavelength.  However, as I am getting up,
a voice calls.

   "Jayden."

   Coming across the food court is Jenny Chen, my Chinese beauty.  Hell she
is bold.  She just stares at me, eye to eye, not flinching.  She is wearing
a similar blouse, only it is black.  She is braless as well.

   "Hi Jenny, what are you up too?"

   "Not much and you?"

   "We were just about to leave; Mr.  Parsons is going to give me a ride
home.  He lives in the building across from me."

   "Hello Mr.  Parsons, I am Jenny Chen, since Jayden hasn't bothered to
introduce us."

   "The name is Don, glad to meet you Jenny."

   Surprisingly, the young nymph offers her hand to me.  She is soft to
touch, with her thumb she grasps mine in a shaking motion, but her finger
runs up and down my palm.  She doesn't release me right away, but somehow
manages to get a finger between mine and rubs up and down in a very
deliberate motion, all the while her eyes never leave mine.  A very
provocative smile fills her face.  Then I notice her breasts, they are
larger than Jayden's with dark brown nipples.  Feeling self-conscience, I
sit down.

   "Jenny, leave Don alone.  He is with me."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You know what I mean; I will see you at school Monday."

   "I can take a hint, nice to meet you Don; I look forward to seeing more
of you.  Hope you come to the mall often."

   Going through my mind is the thought, "If you are available I will be
here." It would be nice to have some way of contacting her.  Then looking
at Jayden, she is laughing.  Is she a mystic as well as a nymph?

   "Would you like her email address?  I will send it to you.  She will
respond.  I think she has the hots for you."

   "Hots?"

   "Don, you sure know how to play dumb don't you?"

   This time we make it out of the food court.  Taking the lead, we exit
the mall and head for the Suburban.  Helping her into the passenger seat, I
quickly start the vehicle and then look at her.

   "Where now?"

   "Your apartment.  I know you have an underground garage; nobody will see
us with this privacy glass.  I have to be back here by four."

   During the ride home I keep looking at her just to find her staring at
me.  She reaches over the centre console and grabs my hand.  Hers is so
soft and warm.  It is so small.

   "I have been talking to Nia and Mia; they told me you are a great guy. I
think they like you."

   "They are nice kids.  Both are very well mannered.  Ruth has brought
them up well.  They are the oldest tenants in the building and were there
when I moved in."

   The drive from the mall didn't seem to take any time at all.  At the
entrance to the garage the sensor in the grill opens the door and I drive
in.  Once inside the door closes and a light comes on.  Abe put in all
these features when he first started to work for me.  The doors remind me
of Fort Knox.  The trick will be to get to my apartment without anyone
noticing.  Helping Jayden from the vehicle, she rubs her chest against me.
She does feel enticing.  Getting from the garage to my apartment is
uneventful.  Not a soul is in any of the hallways.  Now in the apartment, I
lead her to the kitchen.

   "Would you be interested in a drink?  I have soda, milk and a variety of
juices."

   The look on her face indicates that isn't what she is looking for.  This
is where anything further has to be on her initiative.  I know what I would
like; but, does it coincide with her interests?  Jayden smiles and walks
towards me, dropping her jacket on the floor.  Her sheer blouse exposes her
proud nipples.  She may not have much, but she looks delicious.

   "Can I see your apartment?  Is it the same as ours?"

   "Look around, this is the only apartment I have lived in.  All the
renovations were done long before I actually purchased the building."

   She leaves the kitchen and heads to the living room.  The sounds of her
movements tell me she has viewed the bathroom and is now entering my
bedroom.  Fortunately, I had the foresight to change the sheets and pick up
after myself this morning.  Jayden is a very welcome surprise, considering
this morning started off very mundane.  Then it hits me . . .  she has been
gone a little too long for a self-tour.  There are no movements to be
heard. What is she up too?

   "Don, would you come here please?"

   "Where is here?"

   "Your bedroom."

   Just the thought of her in my bedroom has my cock extended.  What is she
up too?  The vision she provides is nothing short of breathtaking.  She is
lying on the bed, legs spread, wearing only her pink thong that is pulled
tight into her pussy slit.  Her hair, freed from the ponytail, is flared
out on the pillow framing her beautiful face.  Her body is well toned and
in perfect proportions for her size.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Get undressed and join me."

   Not needing to be told twice, I undress and stand before her, her eyes
widen like saucers.  Obviously she wasn't expecting what she is seeing. 
She beckons me to join her.  My first inclination is to touch her, but she
now appears concerned and confused.  The last thing I want is to scare her.
Reaching out, I pat her hand.  Her eyes diverted from my cock are now
shining with nervous desire.

   "You're so big; I wasn't expecting anything like that."

   "Thank you; but, really, it isn't that big.  I will say average for a
grown man."

   "I guess that is the problem, the only ones I have seen are the boys at
school.  They are much smaller.  Leigh Right, a boy in my class, is always
asking for a blowjob.  He actually showed me his penis.  It's was kind of
cute and he had a little sack hanging under it.  He wanted me to show him
between my legs, but I didn't.  What is a blowjob?"

   After explaining it to her, all she said is yuck.  When I explain the
equivalent is a male licking her pussy she looks at me with a confused
look.

   "Guys kiss down there, why?"

   "Because we like too and girls like it.  Why did you come to my
apartment?  What did you want to happen to you?"

   "I know a bit about sex, the girls talk about it all the time, but I am
really not sure what is supposed to happen.  Every time I see you I feel so
funny."

   "Feel funny, how do you mean?"

   Jayden is very self-conscience at this point.  She is exploring new
territory.  Her light skin takes on a glow of a very beautiful blush.  She
looks so appetizing.  I want to do so much with her, but have to show
restraint.

   "I feel tingly between my legs, I don't know why.  When I am with the
guys at school nothing happens, but when I see you or talk to you it
happens."

   "It is part of being a woman and growing up.  It usually means you are
sexually attracted to a male."

   "You mean we are going to have sex?"

   "Only if you want too, why did you get undressed?"

   "I really don't know.  When I looked at your bed, it felt like the right
thing to do.  Don't you like me undressed?"

   How do you tell an eleven year old that seeing her undressed is
something you desired of her from the first day you laid eyes on her? 
Jayden has everything I want in a woman: a beautiful delicate body, a
mystery between her legs and, if all goes well, a means of fantastic sex.
My body is shaking and we still haven't even kissed.

   "You are beautiful Jayden, I love looking at you."

   A smile now fills her face; she lifts her body and gives me a peck on
the cheek.  Leaning over her, I lower my face to her and give her a kiss.
Her body scent registers in my mind and I want more.  She just stares for a
moment and then lifts her hips.

   "Take my thong off please.  I want you to see all of me."

   It's a labor of love removing panties from a preteen.  Jayden is no
different.  Her water works are working.  The ribbon of her thong, embedded
in her quim, is drenched with her pussy juice.  Her sexual scent is so
mild, but heady.  Her pussy is perfect, well balanced for her body.  There
are a total of nine beautiful blond curly hairs surrounding her opening, I
counted each one.  Her love lips are swollen, her labia is not large with
just a trace of it peering between her puffy lips.  Looking upwards to her
face, she has a grin of satisfaction about her and then moves to spread her
legs for me.  The result is the labium is now exposed, long enough to be
suckable.  Several drops of love dew are forming at the opening.  Her
clitoris is nowhere to be seen.  The temptation is getting to me, my head
keeps moving towards the goal.  Finally, unable to resist any longer, my
lips just graze her cunt, her body reacts with a jerk.  The second time is
a kiss, not so much surprise this time, the third is my tongue lapping her
juice, and I am rewarded with a sigh.

   Now lapping steadily, Jayden raises her hips to meet my tongue. 
Cautiously with my fingers, I spread the love lips giving the tip of my
tongue a goal.  Jayden's pussy smells and tastes remarkable.  With my
tongue at the top of her slit, I do manage to find a small "pimple," hard
and sensitive.  Each time my tongue touches it her body shivers.  It is not
large enough to suck, but the end of my tongue does its job.  Then Jayden
provides me with the sound I have been waiting for; she is sucking air in
deep breathes.  She is cumming.  Her body shakes as the sexual tremors
ravish her body.  Her body is as stiff as a board just before she crashes
to her climax.  Slowing my assault, I wait for her to come back to the
present.

   "Wow, was that a climax?  Can we do it again?"

   "Yes, to both questions.  Is this your first time?"

   "It is the first time with someone else.  The girl's told me what to do
with my fingers, I do it every night; but, you do it better than me."

   For the next hour Jayden must have climaxed nine times.  It seems like
she can't get enough.  With all her essence flowing down my throat, I can't
believe she isn't dehydrated.  I really enjoy licking her, but my ache is
severe.  Finally, her hands are on my head pushing me away.

   "I feel faint, please stop.  Look, my body is shaking.  I can't believe
you like licking me between the legs, isn't it gross?"

   "Many men enjoy doing this to a woman and when she is as young as you,
it is a memorable treat."

   She is smiling and happens to look down at my engorged tool.  The tip of
the head is peeking through my foreskin and is a very harsh looking purple.
Jayden is confused, but curious.

   "Can I do something for you?"

   "Yes, but only if you want too."

   "I do, but I don't know what to do.  Do you want a blowjob?"

   "Whatever you are comfortable with; this is your first experience, so it
should be something that will bring fond memories."

   "Can I touch you?"

   "Please."

   Rolling on my back, snuggling close to her, I study her face.  There is
concentration.  She reaches out and gingerly touches me.

   "It is warm.  Is it always like this?"

   "When I am with a beautiful woman, always."

   That gets a smile; she turns and concentrates on me.  As much as I would
love to take her cherry, I am willing to wait for the right time.  She
grasps me and exposes the massive head, precum is flowing freely.  Like
many before, she seems fascinated by my foreskin, moving it up and down
revealing the swollen head.  Her manipulations do feel good.  When she
finds my balls she hefts them.

   "These are big compared to Leigh's."

   "As he continues to grow they will get bigger.  They are very sensitive.
If a male is hitting on you and won't take no for an answer, just grab them
and squeeze; you will get his attention in a hurry."

   Her hands are gentle and soft exploring my privates.  The precum sticks
to her fingers, examining the cause; she takes a sniff and wiggles her
nose. Her pink tongue comes out and tastes.

   "Is that what I taste like?"

   "Can't really say; I have only tasted girls."

   "And how many girls have you tasted as young as me?"

   This is a good time to remain mute.  Why is it that females both young
and old always seem to come up with the unanswerable questions?

   "Is that why Nia and Mia like you so much?  Have they been in your bed?"

   Silence is golden!

   "What do I do to give you a blowjob?"

   Finally, something I can respond too.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes, I like what you did to me, so I want to do something for you."

   "Basically, you take the head of my cock into your mouth and suck like
it is a Popsicle and, while you are doing that you rub the shaft up and
down.  That will make me cum."

   "Like I did?"

   "Yes, similar.  But men ejaculate sperm when they cum."

   "That is the stuff that makes babies?"

   "Yes, sometimes there is a lot of it.  Some girls like the taste, others
don't."

   "Does it taste like this stuff?"

   She keeps rubbing her thumb and a finger coated with precum.  Again, she
brings it too her nose and then she actually puts her thumb and then her
finger in her mouth cleaning them.

   "Yes, very similar.  But a lot more and a lot thicker, it looks like
white cream."

   She is hesitant, moving her body to a more comfortable and an
advantageous position her manipulations put her moist swollen pussy very
close to my face, and it is fascinating looking at such beauty.  Her
wriggling also gives me a view of her very tantalizing tight asshole.  The
rim is smooth and light brown in color, indicating a lot of promise.  Her
developing body is large enough to accept a mature cock in both orifices; I
can only hope I'm the first in both cases.  The feel of moist mouth on my
shaft brings me back to the present; Jayden has engulfed my cock in her
mouth.  What a feeling!

   She is a little brutal at first, as her teeth run over the delicate ring
below the head, but my flinch must have made her aware of my discomfort and
from that point on she handles her exploration like a pro.  For someone so
inexperienced, Jayden quickly develops a vacuum that can extract the most
reluctant drop of creamy sperm.  I am so much wrapped in thought about what
she is doing that my body snuck the feeling of ejaculation to the top of
its list of things to do, without me even being aware of the buildup.  It
is as much of a surprise for me as it is for Jayden.  As my mouth is trying
to open to warn her of the onslaught of hot cum, my body is canonizing it
through my shaft into her throat.  My spurts are surprisingly strong and
long in duration with the excess catching us both unawares, some even
draining from her nostrils.

   She is a mess, a surprise look on her face as she chokes.

   "I didn't know there would be so much.  I have it everywhere."

   And that she did.  Small rivers of cum are slowly making their way down
her chest between her small taunt breasts.  There are two rivulets racing
to see which will fill her belly button cavity first, so much for my clean
sheets.  The washer will be working as we leave.

   "Well, you accomplished your goal Jayden; I really do feel good now. 
You did very well for your first time."

   "Yes, but I hope it is not the last.  You will see me again won't you?"

   "You can count on it."

   She still has her two cherries intact and, in time, hopefully she will
surrender them to me.  Wrapping her in my arms, we hug, my cum spreading
over both our bodies.

   As she showers, the bed is stripped and remade with the soiled sheets in
the wash.  After the relief induced by Jayden, I can't contemplate anyone
else today but, like a good Boy Scout, it pays to be prepared.

   With Jayden now squeaky clean and in the kitchen with a soft drink, I
hit the shower.  We are back at the mall in plenty of time for her to meet
her sisters and the other girls.  Back at the food court I nurse a coffee
as she devours a large ice cream Sundae.

   "I am glad you came to the mall today.  I am also glad you let me see
your apartment.  Do you come here often?"

   "As often as necessary.  If you need anything just give me a call.  No
one but me has access to my answering machine or computer."

   Taking up a napkin, I write my email address and hand it to her

   "Is it okay if I send it to Jenny?"

   "I will send you Jenny Chen's email addy as soon as I get home and will
send yours to her.  She will be questioning me tonight as to what happened
after she left.  Don't be surprised to hear from her."

   Surprised?  Never.  Looking forward to it?  Yes, and the sooner the
better.  Jayden looks beautiful sitting across from me; there is a radiance
about her.  Climaxes seem to help the female libido manufacture something
that helps them glow; as for the male species, it usually puts us to sleep.
There is a noticeable rise in the background noise as the theater is
letting out.  Jayden reaches over and pats my hand.

   "Don, I have to go.  I had a wonderful time today."

   "So did I, and I do want to see you again."

   "You will."

   With that, she is off, disappearing in the growing horde of young teens
flowing towards the food court.  Reluctantly, I rise to leave, for some
reason a feeling of melancholy floods through me.  As I make my way to the
exit, a voice from behind gets my attention.

   "Mr.  Parsons!"

   Turning, it is Jenny Chen, just a beautiful as before; actually, it
would appear she has refreshed her lip gloss and makeup.  She is striking.
Trying hard not to stare, I fail miserably.

   "Are you leaving?"

   "Yes, I have to go.  There is an open house at my apartment building and
I have to talk to my sales personnel."

   "That is too bad; I was hoping that you could buy me a Coke."

   "Maybe next time."

   "I'll hold you too that.  I'll let you know when I'm going to be at the
mall.  Jayden will give me your e-mail addy or I'll break her arm."

   She is standing before me, her nipples pushing outward against that
sheer black blouse.  She's just brimming with self-confidence.  She knows
the effect she is having on me and I'm an easy read.  She moves closer to
me, her scent which has obviously been refreshed nearly floors me, it goes
right to my flagellant cock and drives a blood transfusion bringing it to
life, making an obvious protrusion in my slacks which Jenny notices.  A
smile crosses her face as she stares directly at my embarrassment.

   She turns and leaves.  Walking away her taunt ass swings gently; she is
making sure she has my attention.  She looks back with her lips in an `O',
smile and then disappears into the depths of the mall.  After waiting a
moment, until the obvious subsides, I leave.  The cool outside air helps.

   It is nearly six when I return to the building, long after the open
house.  Back in the apartment, I do a final check to make sure nothing
incriminating has been left in the open indicating Jayden's visit.  My
preteen friends are a focal point in my life and I do everything in my
power to ensure nothing jeopardizes my close relationships.

   The answering machine is blinking, indicating four messages.  The first
is from Sam stating the open house went well with three 'proposals to
lease' signed and, adding, they are young professionals and that two just
happen to have preteen daughters, the other is a young couple.  She asks me
to call her.  The next one is from Jayden thanking me for the afternoon,
and telling me Jenny has already called.  Jenny now has my email addy and I
have hers.  The last two were from telephone solicitors: one trying to sell
me insurance and the other a cemetery plot.  Two flicks and they are
deleted.

   Re-listening to Sam, I pick out happiness in her voice.  She had a
rendezvous with one of the preteens from the building across the street
last night and, by the sound of her voice, it went well, or maybe it was
just the fact the showings went well.  Calling her she asks me to come over
after seven.  It gives me time to grab a bite and shower.

   As I raise my fist to knock the door opens.  Samantha is dressed in a
flowing, shear, mauve robe; her hair in a ponytail and is sporting a color
matching ribbon.  She waves me in.  Her charms are well-exposed as she
stands for a moment making sure I get the full benefit.  She then turns and
walks towards her bedroom.

   "Don't just stand there staring, close the door and follow me."

   As ordered, I follow.  Her luscious posterior sways with a hypnotizing
rhythm.  Her scent has it usual effect; it always seems to get a reaction
from my lower head.  In the bedroom she turns, smiles, sits on the bed and
indicates for me to sit in the chair in front of her.

   "I don't want you near me until I tell you about last night and today. I
couldn't have planned it better.  First, today: As I mentioned, I have
three lease proposals.  Actually, more than proposals as all have the first
and last attached.  All I need is your approval.  You will be impressed by
the families, especially the daughters; mind you the mothers are no
sloughs. Both are very well postured with outstanding bodies.  I wouldn't
have minded bringing either to see my etchings."

   With that, she spreads her legs exposing her beautiful moist pussy that
is an etching in itself and that is making my pen rise even more.  Sam
gives me the look, the no-touch look.

   "The third is a young, newly married couple, both are professionals; he
is an engineer who travels a lot, she is a new doctor involved in Aid's
research at the hospital on Reeves Street.  They preferred your building
rather than the one across the street.  I don't think you will mind once
you see her.  We are getting there; you will soon have both buildings full.
I am still working on the garage."

   It sounds like there will be a goodly supply of, at least, eye candy and
I can only hope for more.  Now I am curious about the young couple,
especially the fact the husband travels.  I wonder if it will be similar to
the Sangeeta situation.  Time will tell.

   "You have done a good job as usual, that is one of the things I adore
about you."

   My reward is a smile that men would kill for and a further spreading of
her legs, exposing the luscious pink interior of her pussy, I am sure that
her juice is flowing.  The view does nothing for my control.  She still has
to tell me about last night and her visitor.

   "I can see you adore some of my other attributes as well, but all in
good time.  Now about last night."

   "I have been waiting."

   "It started yesterday morning when I was in the building across the
street talking to Abe about a material order.  As I was about to leave,
Mrs. Adams and her daughter, Shannon, entered the building.  Stopping to
chat about how much she enjoys their apartment and things in general,
somehow we got onto the subject of why I wasn't in one of the buildings. 
As I was explaining that I had an apartment over the garage, and that I
wasn't taking up valuable rental space in the buildings, and that how much
I liked the privacy of the separate apartment, and that I was only a short
distance away if she had a question, I noticed that Shannon was listening
intently and seemed to be appraising my body.  Her gaze caused me to
tingle, you know where, so I offered to show her my apartment later in the
evening.  Not surprisingly, she quickly accepted.  Mrs.  Adams asked me if
I was sure and I assured her it was no problem.  I told her six-thirty
would be a good time to come over; this would give me time to make sure the
apartment was ready, for what I really didn't know."

   "Your apartment is always ready; I have never seen anything out of
place."

   "Be quiet, I'm not finished.  Just before I finished in the office for
the day, Mrs.  Adams called and asked me if it was possible to have Shannon
stay a bit later in the evening, as her husband called asking her to
accompany him to some function.  I told her it would be fine and just call
when they wanted Shannon to come home and I would walk her to the
apartment."

   During the story telling time, I'm staring at her moist beckoning pussy,
wanting to be between her legs and at least taste her.  Even after enjoying
Jayden this afternoon, Sam's pussy would still be nice.

   "Knowing Shannon would be coming at six-thirty, I had a relaxing bath
and shaved my pussy, the other girls like it bare as they don't have much
hair down there, then I dressed for the occasion, hoping what I read in her
face this morning was more than just my imagination.  At six-thirty the
buzzer sounded, I greeted her at the door dressed in a sheer white negligee
similar to this one, loosely tied at the waist so that when I moved, it
flipped open.  The effect was more than I had hoped for.  You should have
seen her eyes, they widened like pie plates as she stared at me.  Inviting
her in, we sat across from each other, and like now, the lower part of my
robe parted giving her the same view that is captivating you.  When I asked
her if she would like to see the rest of the apartment she just nodded. 
The last room was my bedroom.  She just loved the colors and the bed. 
Sitting down, again with my legs spread and giving her a good view, I asked
her to sit beside me."

   The recital is having the same effect on me.  Samantha is enjoying this.

   "Never mind the lead up, what happened?"

   "All in good time, you have to have patience."

   "Okay, get on with it."

   "She sat beside me looking at my breasts, actually my nipples as they
were pushing against the material and then between my legs, by that time a
slow but steady stream of pussy juice was seeping from my pussy."

   Sam looked at me and spread her legs even more; it appears the flow of
pussy juice has not stopped.

   "See, just like it is now.  She was fascinated, at least it seemed that
way.  I asked her if anything was wrong and she blushed deeply and just
shook her head no.  When I asked if she was curious, her face brightened
and she nodded her head.  Then I leaned over and softly kissed her on the
cheek.  She looked at me in wonderment, not shrinking away, but somewhat
confused.  I asked her if she minded my kiss.  She just shook her head. 
When I kissed her on the lips, she kissed me back."

   Now I'm hurting.  My cock is desperately needs some TLC.  Sam is taking
forever to get to the heart of her story.

   "Then I asked her if she wanted to touch me, again a nod, I took her
hand and placed it on my nipple, she gently explored one breast then the
other, but her eyes kept looking between my legs.  Taking her hand I placed
it on my pussy and lay back spreading my legs wide.  She could see all of
me including my asshole.  Her fingers felt so soft probing me.  I was so
excited my body trembled with a climax after just a few strokes of her
finger."

   All I could think of is stroking the same area with my now engorged
cock.

   "She stopped and asked me if she had hurt me, I hugged her and told her
no, then suggested she might want to get undressed as well.  She was
hesitant, but did.  My body was trembling as she lowered her little girl
panties with the cute little yellow birds on them.  Her pussy is beautiful,
small, well defined with no hair at all.  Her butt is taunt and so soft. 
She lay beside me and we hugged bare skin to bare skin.  Her nipples are
just small buds on her breast, but they were hard.  I kissed each one and
could feel the shivers run through her body.  When I asked her if she
touched herself, she didn't say anything, but her blush told me she has
been experimenting."

   "Come on Sam, I need you."

   "You will have to wait.  I am not finished and this is a beautiful story
with a happy ending."

   "Well, hurry up."

   To take the pressure off my growing problem, my cock is now sticking out
of my fly, glistening with precum.  I look ridiculous to say the least.

   "I kissed her again, this time using my tongue.  She opened her mouth
and we exchanged tongues, then I started kissing her down her body, first
her small belly button, then heaven.  Gently spreading her legs, her virgin
pussy opened just a bit, her labia is just starting to develop, her
clitoris is small but sensitive.  When I kissed her pussy it startled her
and she slammed her body into my face, boy did that hurt.  It actually cut
my lip.  That didn't deter me; tonguing her clit she had her first oral
climax, surprising me at the strength of it."

   If Sam keeps this up, she is going to be really surprised at the
strength of my climax.  I have the urge!

   "Is that all that happened."

   "Is that all you brute?  Of course not.  That was just the start; she
came at least four times before she asked me to stop.  I couldn't believe
it when she asked me if she could try kissing my pussy.  I came again when
she started sucking my nipples.  She is so beautiful.  I put a pillow under
my hips and spread for her.  She did some more exploring before she lowered
her head.  I could feel the tip of her tongue touch me, likely tasting me
then she kissed my soggy lips.  If it had of stopped there, my day would
have been exemplary but it didn't, curiosity had her explore me, when she
discovered my clitoris she sucked it.  I surprised her by cumming in her
mouth and screaming.  We tried to sixty nine, but she is too short."

   "Now are you done?"

   "No, just sit there!  The best part is yet to come.  At nine we broke
for a bite, both of us naked at the table when her mom called.  Shannon
nearly had a fit because we were naked.  It seems the function was going to
run a lot longer than anticipated, she blamed her husband for not finding
out sooner.  That is when I volunteered to let Shannon stay the night
telling her mom, I had a very comfortable sofa.  It's a wonderful feeling
to have a young girl to cuddle up to all night, even better than you."

   If that comment is to make me feel worse, it didn't.  There is no way
that it could happen.  My focus is between Sam's legs, satisfaction is what
I needed.  My pleading looks must have done the trick.  She waves me to the
bed and lays back.  Foreplay is not required as her reliving her time with
Shannon has her more than ready.

   Just feeling my cock slide into her is the salvation needed.  The moist
warmth of her body, her soft kisses from the mouth that spent so much time
between Shannon's young legs had my mind thinking for sure that I could
taste virgin pussy on her lips.  If she is like her sister, she is a
handful.

   "It feels good to have you inside of me.  You fill a need and the girls
fill another one.  Every time I look at the girls I get wet.  Nobody ever
told me about things like that.  With Shannon, that is five girls from the
apartments I have enjoyed."

   "Jayden tastes good as well."

   "You had Jayden?"

   "No, she's still a virgin; we enjoyed each other orally this afternoon.
You'll like her."

   "Shannon told me that she and Alice have been experimenting with each
other.  That is how she knew a bit about my pussy and what to do.  If you
have a chance, Shannon is ready and more than willing.  I will look forward
to seeing Alice at my door.  I got the impression that she and Alice are
very close.  Can you imagine a nine year old wanting her pussy kissed and
sucked?  Humm, I hope it is soon."

   "Is there no satisfying you woman?"

   With that her body trembled as she climaxes and my crescendo ending as
the relief of ejaculating empties my desires deep in Samantha, with all the
talk about Shannon and now Alice, it feels so good.

   "Now you made a mess, I can feel you dripping out of me.  Are you going
to stay the night?"

   "If you are inviting me, of course I accept."

   "Well, it is into the shower for you and a bath for me, and then we
change the sheets or do you feel up to doing more tonight."

   My cock has already started to rejuvenate, pointing at it, Sam is in my
arms hugging and kissing.

   "Let's have a shower and bath, I will suck you and you can eat me.  I
love your tongue in me as well as your cock."

   Sunday morning I am thoroughly drained.  Samantha gave me a hand job
before letting me go just in case none of the girls were available to
relieve me.  My breakfast treat is eating her while fingering her tight
asshole.  Feeling good about the world as I return to my apartment
building, I meet Shannon and Alice walking towards Sam's, hand in hand.

   "Is Samantha home?"

   "Yes, she is."

   "Alice wants to see her apartment."

   "I don't think she will mind."

   Both are dressed in those bicycle shorts that leave nothing to the
imagination, of course my powers of perception can't help but notice the
beautiful clefts between their legs.  Shannon's is larger and more
pronounced than Alice's, but both have the same effect on me.  My only
hope, at this point, is that both are interested in the male physic, mine
in particular.  With inspiration like that, my second head comes to life.
The girls continue on their way.  I can't help myself and turn to watch two
very well shaped bottoms.  Samantha is going to have a very interesting
day.

   *************************** **********************

   Over the next month, my days are anything but routine with one emergency
after another.  At least once a week, Sangeeta requires something that
needs my personal attention, usually making sure her vagina is clear of all
blockages; a service happily provided by her landlord, we aim to please.

   My second tryst with Jayden still hasn't happened.  We have often
stopped and chatted, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself.  My goals
of seeing more of her two sisters are also in limbo; however, I know for a
fact that it is not the case with Samantha.  Both girls visit after school
before their parents return from work, which is usually at six-thirty,
plenty of time for a congenial visit.  The two look so appealing in their
school uniforms, the traditional blue pleated skirt and white blouse.  The
skirts barely cover heaven.  My time better come soon.

   One good thing that did develop is with the three families that moved
in. At the end of the month, their moving companies blocked the street
three times, much to the dismay of the area residents.  They should be
happy!  Before my taking over these dogs of buildings, people were doing
their best to move out of the area.  Now with my two buildings sporting a
very clean image, there is new growth slowly starting in this section. 
There are two more run down complexes that have my interest.  With the
financing I have on the two existing units, they have turned profitable
very quickly as the new tenants contribute to the cash flow.

   Abe and his crew are happy.  With a steady income they are becoming
model citizens.  My tenants have mentioned to me how courteous and helpful
they are when asked to do something.  It makes me proud of them.  The
buildings reputations are selling themselves.  We no longer need open
houses as Samantha is busy showing the vacant apartments from word of mouth
referrals.

   Now to the interesting part: Samantha is right about one thing, the
young newly married couple, who just happens to live across from me, is a
great addition.  Richelle and Adam Kassman prove opposites attract.  Adam
is a tall, be-speckled young man, all business with a nerd like persona. 
Richelle is a raven, long haired beauty, slim, with long legs and rather
small breasts; they are obliviously there, just the right size for her
body. Her outstanding facial features are her large charcoal eyes and full
lips, which are always coated with kiss me lip-gloss.  She has an animalize
feature about her that men are attracted to and she knows it.

   She is always pleasant and stops to chat for a few minutes every time we
meet.  Her dark eyes seem to penetrate right through me like she is a mind
reader, her sultry smile says I know what you want but you can't have it;
her scent fills the hallways, and with my vivid imagination my reaction is
always the same, a very embarrassing hard -on.  In the three weeks since
they moved in, we have crossed paths maybe six times.  Samantha has had
more contact with them and reports they decorated the apartment
ultra-modern and have a king sized bed.  With her looks and demeanor, it
must get a hellva lot of action.

   The other families are across the street.  Samantha's assessments are
correct.  Their daughters are very interesting.  Again, a gambit of sizes
and features, but all are very appealing and potential bed partners.  I
hope that one in particular, Lauren Wakeman, a brunet with blonde streaks,
maybe eleven or twelve and very well endowed for her age, might be
available.  She tries to camouflage her breasts with bulky sweaters or
loose blouses, but it doesn't work.  She wears plain glasses, but they
can't disguise her beautiful blue bedroom eyes.  When we meet, she usually
blushes and shies away, speaking only in monosyllables.  It is hard to tell
if she is interested or revolted in me.  Hopefully, it is interest.

   Seeing Alice and Shannon daily, I can't help but wonder if Samantha has
enjoyed the wonders between Alice's preteen legs.  Just looking at them has
me panting, but they haven't made any overtures to me, so I keep hoping
both are like their sister Jayden.

   It is one of those weekends when nothing is happening.  Samantha has all
the accounting up to date.  Not only is she great in bed, but she is a
phenomenal accountant.  Even with all the expenses and my payroll, the
money keeps pouring in, and it can only get better.  A trip to the mall
accomplished, little Lauren Wakeman was there with a group of her friends.
What a change!  She wore a skirt that couldn't be any shorter or lower, it
exposed her beautiful soft pink tummy and the waist band of her thong, I am
sure something her parents aren't aware of, plus a cut off T-shirt that did
show the fact she is well endowed, her breasts harnessed in an uplift bra.
She sees me and smiles and continues on her way, twice looking back to see
if I was watching, twice she caught me ogling her beautiful bottom.

   I was hoping for a second tryst with Jayden, but it didn't happen.  Home
early in the afternoon, with nothing to do, the doorbell takes me out of my
doldrums.  Opening the door I see Richelle Kassman, dressed in a chemise
and nighty, totally distressed, she certainly isn't concerned about the way
she looks, devastating.

   "Mr.  Parsons, can you help me?  The toilet is plugged and water is all
over the floor, I don't know what happened."

   "Hang on, I will call Abe, he will be right up."

   I took a second to watch her return to her apartment; the nighty and
chemise are of a shear material, her beautiful bottom easily
distinguishable, her hair flowing down her back, shining.  Her scent hits
me; hell, I wish I could control that.  Dialing Abe's number, the mirror
shows me the effect the view and her scent had on me, a very obvious tent
in my slacks.  Abe's wife answers, he is out with his brother and she
doesn't know where, that only leaves me, toilet un-plunger extraordinaire.

   Knocking at her door armed with a plunger, Richelle opens it still
dressed in the revealing outfit.  From this angle her nipples are exposed,
long and thick; she may not have much in breasts, but she sure makes up for
it in nipples.  From her nipples down is, unfortunately, covered.

   "All my men are unavailable, so you are stuck with me.  Show me the
offending toilet."

   The bathroom floor is covered with water, the toilet is full.  As the
plunger enters the bowl more water pours to the floor.

   "Do you have a container and a towel; I need to get rid of some of this
water."

   Nodding, she turns and disappears returning with a can, and a bath
towel, handing me the can she gets on her knees and starts slopping up the
water and wringing it out in the tub, in moments her outfit is soaked
clinging to her like a second skin.  As much as I want to enjoy the view,
other things are at hand.  Dipping out most of the water from the bowl, the
plunger is next.  After a few gurgles, up comes a used Tampax; Richelle
obviously has her period.  Somehow, it must have got caught in the pipe and
caused a blockage, as the surplus water is now flowing away leaving the
offending Tampax floating in the bowl.  It is still dark red from her
menstrual blood; just the thought of it inserted in her pussy has my cock
in an aroused state.  She turns, her hips are eye level, and the shear
clothing now transparent, thus exposing a cleft of black hair trimmed in a
the shape of a heart above her beautiful full love lips, complete with a
sting dangling from between them.

   When she notices the Tampax, she blushes.

   "They are supposed to be flushable."

   "Usually they do, it is just one of those things."

   I can't help but stare at her beautiful pussy, it is so close, six
inches to my left and my face would be buried in it.  When she realizes
what has my attention she blushes and moves away trying to cover herself
with the wet cloth.  Being a gentleman, I get up.  By now I am totally
soaked and with a very obvious hard-on.  I excuse myself and leave.  In my
apartment a cold shower brings everything back to normal.  Two hours later
the telephone rings, call display tells me it is R.  and A.  Kassman.

   "Hello."

   "It is me again, Mr.  Parsons."

   "Hi Richelle, please call me Don, nobody calls me Mr."

   "Don, I'm so embarrassed, I just wanted to apologize."

   She had nothing to apologize for, giving me the best show of beauty
today.

   "Think nothing of it, things do happen.  I'm glad I was able to help."

   "I want to do something to thank you.  Are you free for dinner tonight?
I am a very good cook and would love to have you over, say six thirty?"

   "How can I refuse a free meal, six thirty it is?"

   Things are looking up.  Today won't be a total loss, not expecting much
but a meal; at least I can look at her beauty without feeling like a
voyeur. Promptly at six thirty, walking across the hall, I knock.  Richelle
is wearing a black sheath dress that hugs her slim body.  It is deep cut,
showing a shadowy cleft between her breasts reminding me of her ample
nipples seen this morning.  The aroma of the meal doesn't cover her
intoxicating scent.  Her lips are so kissable.

   "Come on in, you couldn't have timed it better.  Dinner will be served
momentarily."

   She leads me into the living room, directing me to a large chair beside
the dining area.  Her high heels accent her sensuous nylon clad legs.  This
is going to be a trying evening, looking and not touching.

   Watching her float back and forth from the kitchen area with bowls of
food, she finally looks at me, smiles and beckons me to the table.  She is
right about one thing, she is a marvelous cook.  The beef is done to
perfection; the meal topped off with a tasty cup of coffee.

   "Come, let's sit were it is comfortable."

   Following her to the sofa, she indicates for me to sit and then she sits
beside me; not a good thing for me, fighting to keep my John Thomas in
check.

   "I didn't know how I could face you after this afternoon; but, after
talking to you it made me feel better."

   "Nothing to worry about, it ended well."

   We made small talk.  She is twenty five, Adam is twenty seven, they met
at University, he is a whiz kid, garnering all kinds of awards for his
designs, etc.  She enjoys the research she is doing.  She mentions that she
really doesn't like being alone so much, but realizes that her husband has
to make a reputation for himself before he can command some slack as to
this traveling.  All this time I am looking at the jewel sitting beside me.
Her raven hair shines in the light, her lips glisten, so kissable, it is
hard keeping my mind on the conversation.

   "How come there isn't a Mrs.  Parsons?"

   "Nobody would have me."

   "I can't believe that, you're a handsome man."

   One point for Don, she finds me handsome.  I don't want to tell her what
I'm thinking.  She puts the cup down and actually moves closer to me.  Even
sitting, I tower over her, able to look down and see her beautiful small
breasts with those predominate nipples cupped loosely in lacy mauve padded
bra.  She looks up at my silly smile, raises her hand and gently fingers
the side of my face; it feels like a searing branding iron.  My resistance
is waning.

   "You have the rugged features of my dad."

   Now that's a killer!  I remind her of her daddy?  My amorous feelings
disappear, and John Thomas wilts away.  What a wakeup call.  I remind her
of daddy.

   "I didn't mean that in a detrimental way, my dad and I were very close."

   Hey, maybe there is hope for me.  Just how close were she and her dad? I
can just imagine what kind of a man killer she must have been as a preteen
and teenager.  Her features and her demeanor are what men will fight over.
Grabbing her hand, and then kissing her fingers, we look at each other. 
She is so soft, so warm.  She squeezes her fingers on my hand, then slides
towards me, her lips touch mine; it is all I can do to stop from squeezing
her.

   "Humm, can I call you daddy?"

   "You can call me anything you like."

   She stands, leans over giving me a view of her breasts.  Her nipples
protruding to their maximum, she grabs my hand and leads me to her bedroom.
It is as Samantha described it, a large king sized bed with loads of
pillows.

   "I haven't done this before.  Since Adam, there hasn't been anyone
else."

   The same comment came from Sangeeta the first time we enjoyed each
other. She falls back on the bed, her skirt rides up her body showing her
white stay-ups with beautiful lace tops, then some bare skin, but not high
enough to show her panties.  Sitting beside her, I take in her beauty.

   "I miss my dad so much.  Adam never guessed just how close we were.  My
mom was sort of a straight-laced woman, my dad always wanted more than she
was willing to give.  At twelve, he and I talked for hours one night, he
let out all his pain and all the things he would like to do.  At that age I
was more than willing to help my dad.  He taught me how beautiful sex can
be.  When mom decided they should sleep in separate bedrooms he took the
room adjoining mine, mom slept downstairs in the big master bedroom.  One
of my chores was doing laundry, which turned out to be a good thing,
especially when dad took my cherry; I bled all over making a big mess.  Mom
would have shot him.  I slept with him every night until I left home to get
married.  Adam never questioned the fact I didn't have a cherry, I even had
a story made up about my dildo, but dad made sure I never needed one."

   She shuffles her body and her dress rides up her legs exposing a very
sexy lace thong with small ties at her hips and the same color as her bra.

   "Maybe I should take my dress off, daddy; I don't want to ruin it."

   Off the bed, she offers me her back to lower the zipper, as it is
lowered it exposes her flawless back, the band of her bra and finally the
narrow strip of her thong, one around her waist the other buried in her ass
crack.  I watch her as she wiggles out of her dress and leans over to pick
it up giving me a view of her ample love lips embedded in her thong.

   "Would you like to get undressed as well, daddy?"

   She stands before me, her hands on her hips, posing.  Her hips are just
wide enough to give her body a classic look.  Undressed, my cock is happy
to be out of its confines and bobs up and down.  It seems to captivate
Richelle.

   "Oh daddy, that is a nice one.  It has been a long time since I've seen
a beauty like that with a foreskin, just like dads.  I would love to play
with it.  Can I?"

   What am I going to say, no?  She reaches out and hefts me, handling my
shaft and then my testicles like an expert.  She motions for me to sit
beside her, and then pushes me to my back; on her knees beside me, she
continues her examination.  I relax and hope that I pass muster.  Rolling
down my foreskin exposes the bulbous head, precum flowing profusely. 
Watching, her tongue darts out like that of a snake for a quick taste.  It
seems it passes the taste test; her tongue takes a prolonged lick of the
head, nearly causing an accident.  Willing myself to remain calm, the
climax is held in check.

   "You're just like daddy, all kinds of precum; the first thing daddy
taught me was to suck his cock.  I still can remember the first time he
came in my mouth, I wasn't prepared for it and cum came out of my nose,
what a mess.  I soon got to sense when he was cumming to prepare to
swallow. Even in his sixties, I had to work to keep up to his ejaculations.
I really miss it.  Can you do it, daddy?"

   "If you keep that up, you are going to find out."

   Her smile is devastating as she sucks, one hand massaging my shaft and
the other my balls.  In my condition, this isn't going to last long.

   "Let me see you, Richelle.  It will give me a breather."

   Now on her back, she looks at me looking at her, where do I start?  Her
breasts first, once her thong is removed, it will be a challenge to stop
looking at her pussy.  Lifting herself to allow me to undo the hooks, she
falls back.  Once her bra is removed, it is as if she has no breasts at
all, just nipples, very large and very thick.  If she has children, I hope
they have large mouths as they are going to need them.  Mouthing her left
titty, her body shudders, she had a climax.  Hell, she is sensitive.

   "You have found my Achilles Heel, my nipples.  Suck them and I will do
anything."

   Going back and forth between them, she is erupting continually.  She
really puts her body and soul into it.  Stopping, her face says I did well
for her, her thong is next.  Undoing the side ties, it peels forward
revealing two large luscious vulvas with a deep rosy color.  There is a
white string dangling from them.  Her labia majora are massive as well. 
The labia minora protrude beyond them as well.  They are a muff-diver's
delight.  My hands are shaking as they part the upper folds exposing a
clitoris the size of my small finger and protruding out its hood a good
half inch, what a beauty.  Lowering my face, my mouth grasps it and sucks.
Richelle reaction scares the shit out of me!  She starts to buck like a
bronco; finally, her body stiffens and she really cums.  She must have held
her breath for thirty seconds before releasing it.  This young lady loves
her sex.

   "Don, you do remind me of daddy, he could make me cum just by looking at
me.  My period should be done; I just put it in just in case, you can
remove the Tampax if you like."

   It is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.  Gently tugging the string
ever so slowly the wad of white starts to come out of its velvet holder. 
It is damp, but not from menstrual blood, but Richelle's love juice.  She
reaches to her night table and hands me a Ziploc bag to put it in.  A pussy
lover's job is never done.  Now with the Tampax out of the way it leaves me
room to work.  Her cavity opens like an orchid displaying a soft pink
interior; raining kisses on it, results in more climaxes for Richelle.  She
pulls her knees up and uses the leverage to lift her hips towards my mouth
and tongue.  She has a very intoxicating musk about her.  Once her pussy is
primed, the love liquid flows like water.  Soon my face is covered with it.
Panting between her legs, I can't help but notice the size of her asshole;
it is large for her body, and beautifully wrinkled for expansion, a good
sign that her daddy did show her the joys of anal sex.  Moving into a
better position, my tongue coats the rose bud.

   "Oh daddy, I love when you do that.  Don't stop."

   Thank you daddy, I love it as well.  Like her nipples and pussy, my
onslaught of her asshole brings on multiple climaxes as well.  This young
lady is a sex machine.  I can only hope her husband appreciates the lessons
Richelle mastered under the tutelage of her daddy.

   "Oh daddy, I want to suck you now, and then we can fuck."

   First she kisses me, licking off her ample juice from my face, her lips
taste of lipstick.  Grasping my cock, she rolls back the foreskin and
engulfs it with her warm mouth.  My willpower keeps me from cumming, this
feeling is something to prolong.  She taught me something.  She could sense
when it was close, she just stopped and ran her fingers over my asshole,
the shock took away my desire to ejaculate.  Then she would bring me back
to the height again.  She did this about five times before she made me cum.
Surge after surge of hot cream blasted the back of her throat; it has been
a while since I had cum as hard as this.  She never missed a drop, finally
sucking the last sting of cum out of my flaccid cock; she milks me gently
squeezing my balls to make sure there isn't any left.  Letting my cock fall
out of her mouth, she moves her body so that I am looking at her pussy, in
particular her clitoris.  Moving ever so slightly I manage to capture it in
my mouth, gently sucking until her body reverberated with small climaxes.

   "Daddy, you are the best."

   Richelle continues to mouth me, coaxing my cock to regain some of its
stature, as she really does want to fuck.  As it is, I am exhausted, but if
she can get me up, who am I to refuse to fuck a young beautiful woman.  She
expertly works my shaft and balls to make the hydraulics come back to life.

   "Daddy, I want to feel that cock in me.  You do taste good."

   Again, we move around with me mounting her.  She may be slight in body,
but she sure feels good under me, her arms around me, pulling me down to
accept my full weight, she didn't want me to support myself with my elbows.

   "Fuck me daddy, but don't cum in my cunt, cum in my mouth.  That is
something Adam isn't comfortable with.  I love the taste of hot sperm."

   "It is going to take a while, you really drained me."

   She kisses me.

   "As you can see, I am not going anywhere."

   Riding Richelle could become habit forming.  It is credit to her father
who took the time to introduce her to sex in such a manner that she enjoys
it without reservation.  Slowly we pump; she meets every thrust with gusto.
She comes numerous times, gasping for air then holding it only to exhaust
in my ear.  Finally, a glimmer of urge clicks in my brain, it is close.

   "I am close, Richelle."

   "Just a few more strokes until I cum again, then pull out and let me
suck you."

   Her body reverberates with a climax.

   "Okay, let me at it."

   My cock is dripping with her juice; the head is swollen.  Richelle
engulfs seven inches to the base of my cock and starts sucking like there
is no tomorrow.  It seems like only seconds when the feeling of pulsating
is pushing the hot cream into her throat for the second time in an hour. 
Again, she extracts every drop out of me and then some.  My balls are
aching, I may never fuck again.  Finally, she is done and lets my beaten
stub fall out of her mouth.

   "Daddy, I love that.  I hope you don't mind blowjobs."

   Nodding my head in the affirmative, I collapse beside her.  She throws
her leg over my body, her moist pussy against my thigh and cuddles up to
me. Pulling her head towards me, my face buried in her hair, she does smell
good.

   Richelle's movements wakes me, we both fell asleep.  It is twelve
twenty. She sits up and stretches, her taught body reverberates sex.  I
didn't think it was in me, but my cock starts to raise, something Richelle
notices.  A wicked smile unfolds on her face.

   "Daddy, your recuperative powers are amazing.  You need to be milked
again."

   She leans over me, her hair cascading covering her head and what she is
doing, but it is no secret.  With both hands on my shaft, she is pumping up
and down and sucking.  In seconds she has me erupting for the third time
this evening.  Not as much as the first two times, but respectable. 
Smacking her lips she wipes them with her arm, and then licks it.

   "I hope you realize this is not a one night stand.  Now that I have had
a taste of you, I am going to want more, even if it is in the morning
before going to work.  I often went to school with the taste of fresh sperm
in my mouth."

   "I am sure we can work something out."

   With that comment, she starts to laugh and then I realize what I said.
She has been working it out all night.  Finally, leaving her apartment, I
feel like a cripple; everything sexual aches.

   After a shower, and then making a Black Russian hoping it has
recuperative powers, I notice the message light flashing on my answering
machine.  Flicking the switch it is Samantha.  The answering machine
declares the time of message as seven forty five PM.

   "Don, just thought you would like to know, Lauren Wakeman just left my
apartment, and no, she wasn't in bed with me.  She and Shannon came over to
see my apartment.  They stayed for a couple of hours, watching television.
Every chance she got she asked about you, where you married, did you have a
girlfriend, etc.  She seems very interested in you.  Just thought you would
like to know.  Yes, Shannon and Alice are coming back later so don't call
tonight, too bad you couldn't join us.  Bye."

   Sipping my drink, my mind recalls the way Lauren looked at the mall. 
With that bit of news on my mind I finish my drink and head for bed.  Yes,
there is a smile on my face.  Life is good.

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