Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter Three: Mr. Matty Licks (Mf, cons, oral, mast) Author's Note: This is a dark story about a man who loves kids. It's dark, as desiring children the way he does is bad for them (and him). If you're not an adult, or if sexual fantasies involving children offend you, don't read this. And in any event don't do this shit. Mr. Matty thought about maybe seeing all Of Chrissie naked. Hot water poured over him in the shower while he pictured her young breasts, so high and smooth with their light brown nipples and the darker surrounding part. Remembering how she took him into her mouth, he jerked on his hard cock, following its curve to the right. He did it better than Chrissie did with her hands - he didn't tease himself, he squeezed it just right and didn't hold it so close to the top that he rubbed skin off. He didn't make himself cum. He wanted Chrissie to finish him. He wanted her so badly he didn't care how she teased him or made him cum, as long as she did it. He followed a school bus along winding streets towards Annie and Chrissie's place. His windshield wipers screeched with every swipe. His brakes squealed each time he stopped behind the bus. He had enough money in the bank to replace the wipers and fix the brakes, but his mind was on the kids who left the bus at each stop. He pictured getting on the bus and watching what girls did to boys in the back. He thought of Chrissie sitting on that bus, waiting to show her tits and take his cock into her mouth. The fantasies gave Mr. Matty quite an erection. If only the spring rain wasn't so cold. He couldn't wait for summer to arrive, when jackets would no longer cover the girls' chests and jeans wouldn't keep him from seeing their legs. The bus turned away from Chrissie's house. She wasn't on it after all. When Mr. Matty parked his beat up car, Chrissie was already home. He ogled her chest while she was framed in the doorway. It looked like she didn't wear a bra. He wiped water from his face to make sure. He pictured again how she looked topless. "I know what you want, old man," she said. She giggled as her eyes dropped to his crotch. Matty reached to hug her schoolgirl body against him. She stepped back, frowning, nearly tripping on their cat. She said, "I have homework. You have housework. I want clean clothes. Mom left a list." Following Annie's hand-written instructions, Matty carried baskets from the two bedrooms down rickety stairs to the basement. Fortunately, the cat stayed with Chrissie - he didn't want to be on those steps with a cat underfoot, especially not carrying laundry. Despite all the rain, the basement was surprisingly dry. It was stuffed with boxes and bags. There was an old bicycle, a work bench piled high with magazines, extra kitchen chairs, a folding table, bed springs, a large old microwave, a Christmas tree, toys Chrissie obviously hadn't played with for years, several dolls, an extra vacuum cleaner, suitcases, a cupboard lying against one wall, so much stuff that Matty lost interest and followed an open path to the washer and drier. He set the temperature to hot, added soap, and loaded the machine. He threw in panties without a second thought, as panties didn't interest him except when a girl wore them. Matty hummed the rest of the afternoon away washing and drying dishes, taking out garbage, sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor. He oiled a squeaking door with a can he discovered in the basement when he moved washing into the drier. He sorted through bags of old clothes in the living room, making piles of stuff that Chrissie had outgrown. He stopped to watch Chrissie do her homework. When she frowned at her work, she compressed her big lips and flared her nostrils, making her wide nose seem bigger. Her hair hung limply. "S - s - some of these b - b- bags have been here for years," he said. "Well of course - there hasn't been anyone around to clean. Go ahead and throw stuff away." Chrissie scratched one tit. "Do y - y - you like how things are l - l - looking around here?" he asked, watching her hand against her chest. Chrissie glanced around the room and shook her head. "There's still a lot of work to be done." "B - b - but is it looking nicer to you? "Yes, it is starting to look nicer." "G - g - good. I'm doing this for you." "You're doing it because mom told you to, and you're hoping I might do what I did the other day." Chrissie giggled. "Turn around and let me see your crotch. Damn, you're not hard. Mom says you're too stupid to do much more than clean house and get your dick sucked. I have friends, you know. Girls my age, and boys. Some old men like boys, do you?" "Nnnnn - no." "But you'd suck a boy if I told you to." Chrissie stretched sitting in her chair, forcing her tits forward, her brown nipples pushed tight against her lavender shirt. "Mom said you were out looking for a young girl to see naked when you met us. Was I the first one who actually took my shirt off for you?" "Y - y - yes." "Most girls would tell their parents right away if you were dirty with them, and you'd go to jail. A man has to be careful. Do you want to see my chest again, what about down there, do you want to see me down there?" she asked, teasing, giggling, sliding her hand past her chub belly to lay her hand on her crotch. "Well, say something." What Matty wanted to say was that he liked her better the first night when she kept her mouth shut. But he liked her more on his second visit, when she opened her little girl mouth with the big lips and took his cock inside. And he liked her even more when she talked dirty and put her hand there - even if she talked too much. He said, "I'd l - l - like to see all of you." They were hungry when Annie got home. Her brown hair was matted on her head. She carried a large pizza box and a bag with Pepsi and bread sticks. Her green eyes were tired. She looked skinnier than ever. She gave Chrissie a long, warm hug. "Sorry I'm late. Damned overtime. Although the money is good," she said. "You're looking good." Matty remembered to say nice things to her. "What did you guys do today?" she asked while they chowed. "Too much homework," Chrissie said, frowning. "With the extra time before dinner, I'm two chapters ahead in bio." "That's good. Outwork everyone else and you'll have your choice of colleges. I'm surprised you didn't play with Matty," Annie said. "He was too busy cleaning house," Chrissie said. "You had a busy afternoon, Matty?" Annie asked. "Chrissy g - g - gave me your list. I did three loads of laundry, and I n - n - need something to get out stains. And washed dishes and put them away, cleaned the kitchen and th - th - threw out some of the old clothes in the living room." "I want you to scrub the bathroom. And keep throwing out stuff. Make sure you're around on Tuesdays to put all that trash out on the curb. With the hours I'm working, I need all the help I can get around her, Matty. It's not like I get child support from the sperm donor." "D - d - do you know who he is?" "Of course I do. He moved out of state and stopped sending money." "A lawyer might still help. I h - h - had one to get my d - disability," Matty said. "That's why you have so much free time," Chrissie said, "and why you're too stupid to do anything but get your dick sucked, but that's okay, I like your dick." "Then you better keep sucking it so he cleans our home," Annie said. "I can't afford an attorney." "Sometimes you can g - g - get one for free. Then you'd have m - m - more money for Chrissie and she might b - b - bring other girls around." "Chrissie, you be careful with that. He can't clean house if he's in jail!" Annie snapped. "I'll be careful, but there's the neatest girl at school, Tammy, who reads so many books that no one likes her but me and I think we could have some fun together." After dinner, Annie settled herself in front of the TV. Relaxing on the couch, she looked younger. Her chest looked flat. Matty found himself aroused over her - but before long he followed Chrissie up dusty steps, hoping to remember to sweep and mop them soon. Once they were inside Chrissie's lightly furnished bedroom, she kissed him. Then, realizing what she did, she backed away and sat on her unmade bed. She said, "You better not take advantage of me." "I'll j - j - just do what you want." "Take off all your clothes," she said. "Face me while you strip." Matty pulled off his dark blue tee shirt, kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. He unzipped his pants, let them fall and kicked them against her dresser. His cock tented his boxers, which he dropped to the tattered throw rug. "Nice dick," she said. "Cock." "I'll call it what I want." "Cock is wh - wh - what grownups say." "I thought you wanted a little girl?" Chrissie wrapped her straight brown hair around one finger and giggled. "Sh - show me how little you are." "I have hair but not much and if you're a good boy I'll let you see." Chrissie beckoned him forward with her index finger. She wrapped one young hand around his cock and squeezed. She squeezed harder. She asked, "Does that hurt?" Matty enjoyed being naked with the little genius too much to complain. She slid her hand to his balls. She gently rolled them inside his ball sack with her hand. "They're hairy," she said. "Well of c - course." "I mean, I know guys are hairy, I'm getting some hair myself. But I didn't ever think about you having hair on your balls." She pinched Matty's ball sack and gripped his balls tight. She added, "Now that hurt, I can tell." "Just d - d- do whatever you want, Chrissie." "You like girls my age too much." Chrissie stopped squeezing his cock and planted a quick, wet kiss on its tip. She took off her shirt, showing him her swelling tits. She said, "You can squeeze them." He put his hands on her high breasts and massaged them lightly. Her nipples scraped against his palms. His cock swung in front of him, wiping precum against her chubby belly. She pressed against him, trapping his cock between her tits, smooched him briefly and stepped away. She pushed him onto the bed and slowly pirouetted in front of him, presenting ever angle of her chest to him, and for a moment she seemed to be as tall as Matty. When she stopped turning, her sneakers and socks were off and her ripped jeans followed. Chrissie stood in front of the older man wearing pale blue panties with a bit of an elastic ruffle. Staring at him with her excited green eyes, she tucked her fingers under the elastic. She paused, took several deep breaths, hesitated. Matty couldn't take his eyes from the delightful girl in front of him, her tits almost in his face and ready to show him what he fantasized about for a long time as he shopped different stores looking at young girls. She pulled off her panties all in one motion and stood where Matty could see her few, dark pussy hairs. Her engorged inner lips could also be seen. "You're b - b - beautiful," Matty said. He leaned forward to see her better, and sniffed her scent. His cock got harder - if that was possible - and he planted a kiss on her lower lips. "God, I don't believe you did that," she said. She settled on the old mattress next to him, leaned back and said, "Watch." He could see right up between her legs into the most intimate part of her body while she placed her fingertips near the top of her pussy and rubbed. As she rubbed, she breathed faster. "Now you do that to me," she said. Matty knelt between her legs, his cock and balls hanging with a painful need, and rubbed her the way she showed him. Soon he stopped watching her tits and moved his face closer to her pussy while he rubbed. He kissed her again, right on her clit, and kept kissing until she pushed him away. "Rubbing was nicer. Now bring that here," she said, pointing at his cock. Matty knelt next to her on the mattress. She turned, lifted her head to take him into her mouth and put her hands on his butt. Her lips were wetter than the other time and his need to cum was strong. He tried to pull out of her mouth before he came, but she kept fastened to him, sucking harder, her hands firmly clamped around him. Remembering what she said the last time, he stopped rocking his hips and held himself back from cumming. Her head moved faster on him. He couldn't stop himself from cumming where she told him not to. It felt like he came forever. Little Chrissie kept it in her mouth the entire time, breathing through her nose until he was limp. Finally she let him go. Matty prepared to hear her complain. She said, "It's not too bad that way." Comments and suggestions are welcomed at threeriversguy@hotmail.com.