DN-484 The Neighborhood Nympho by Hank Henderson


Copyright (c) 1986, by Greenleaf Classics, Inc. P.O. Box 20194 San Diego,
California 92120 Printed and bound in the United States of America


Chapter 1


Tammy Palmer was walking slowly up the path to her home, a dejected look
on her beautiful young face. She was wearing fashionable skin-tight
jeans that showed off the delicious curves of her ripe ass, and spike
heels that accentuated her long legs. Her maroon sweater was stretched
tightly over her big tits, and the low V-neck allowed just enough of the
bulging tit mounds to be visible. As usual, the eighteen-year-old girl
wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm tits wobbled enticingly as she
walked. Her golden hair hung loosely around her face, shining brightly
in the sun.

After an hour and a half of trying to sell engraved goblets for her
school club, the teenager had worked the condominium complex where she
lived in a large circle and was almost back to her own home. She had
only made a few sales and, as she rang the bell of the last condo, she
hoped for one more sale so she could go home on a positive note.

As she waited for someone to answer the door, Tammy thought about why
she was do desperate to make some money. After her father's death, her
mother had supported her two children by working for a small-clothing
company. When the company had gone out of business several months ago,
the family had been forced to sell their nice home and move into a
condominium to conserve money.

Sighing, Tammy rang the doorbell one last time, staring at the mostly
blank order form in her hand. She knew she would get twenty-five percent
of the sales she made. But at the rate she was going, she wasn't going
to make enough money to make any difference ...

Ted Fletcher dropped his work and hurried from his den when he heard his
bell ring for the second time. Opening the door, he saw a girl he'd
often noticed next door. He'd always marvelled at her beautiful features
and her well-proportioned body. He gulped slightly and his cock began to
throb when he noticed the stiff buds of her nipples peaking the fabric
of her sweater.

Fletcher barely heard her sales pitch as his gaze wandered from her
gorgeous face to her tits. When she was through, he wanted to turn her
down. But the pleading expression on her face made him think twice.

"I'll tell you the truth, Tammy," he said. "I really don't want one of
those things--but I'll buy one from you anyway." He ushered the
surprised girl inside and closed the door before heading through the
spacious condo to get his checkbook. "What the hell--it's a good deed,
and I enjoy helping out a pretty girl like you."

While Fletcher searched for his, checkbook, Tammy wandered about his
place. She figured the man must be a photographer since his walls were
covered with pictures of all sorts.


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