Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter Four: Mr. Matty Meets Tammy (Mff, 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 sweated as he mowed Annie and Chrissie's lawn Saturday afternoon. Only thinking about Chrissie scratching her girl boobs while she sat at the kitchen table and did her homework made it worth running a cantankerous lawnmower through tall, wet grass. He especially liked what they did in Chrissie's bedroom. She took off her shirt to show him her chubby tits. She watched him strip off his jeans and boxers. She jerked on his cock and took it into her mouth. She let him lick her 13-year-old pussy. The lawnmower choked and stopped running. Mr. Matty ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair and surveyed his work. The rest of the yard work could wait until next weekend - pulling weeds out of cracks in the sidewalk, edging, trimming the hedges and picking up torn shingles that blew off the roof in a fierce spring storm. Annie, Chrissie's skinny mom, gave him a lot of chores as the price for what he and Chrissie did. "Give me hugs, old man," Chrissie said when he went inside. Her eyes were on women's tennis on TV. "Y - y - you don't watch TV," Mr. Matty said as she rubbed against him. "Tennis is different. I'd play tennis if I didn't have so much homework. If you weren't so stupid you could do my homework for me." She pulled away from him and mimicked tennis serves, swings and mannerisms. Mr. Matty couldn't take his eyes of Chrissie's young body. Her tits moved inside her pink shirt like she didn't wear a bra. "I want to watch you play tennis naked." "Play time is over. I have homework and a friend coming over. You have more chores." Chrissie handed him instructions. Mr. Matty clattered dishes. He slopped water everywhere - including at Lily - as he mopped. He closed the bathroom door and manhandled his erection, picturing things he and Chrissie weren't going to do with her friend around. He thought about Chrissie showing him her teenage tits with light brown nipples and young pussy with a few dark hairs. He pictured her jerking on his curved cock before putting it into her mouth. Soon his cum splattered into the toilet. When the doorbell rang, he went into the living room and shifted around bags of clothes as a tall, skinny girl with long red hair and freckles slouched through the door. The new girl wore a loose fitting, lime colored shirt, sharp blue denims, and Reeboks with no socks. Her arms where full of books that she dropped when hugged Chrissie. "Tammy always has too many books," said an older woman. "Never can have too many books," Chrissie said. "I have to run my kids to friends any time I want me time. I'm Georgia and I have to be somewhere," the woman snapped at Mr. Matty. Tammy shut the door after her mother to keep Lily inside. As she reached for her books, she stretched her shirt. Mr. Matty wanted to see Tammy's tiny little girl titties. She was so different from Chrissie - and even younger! Chrissie pointed at Mr. Matty's crotch. She said, "Look, Tammy, his zipper is open. Mr. Matty, have you been jerking off?" Mr. Matty's erection grew as he watched Tammy's eyeballs drop to his crotch. He said, "I d - d - did in the bathroom." "Are you grabbing yourself because Tammy is like getting boobs too? She's only 12, and they're not as big as mine." Tammy blushed and held a book against her chest. Chrissie tugged Tammy's book away. Watching Chrissie order the younger girl around made Mr. Matty even harder as he rubbed his crotch. "No cumming," Chrissie said. The girls looked at each other's books and sat down to do homework. Mr. Matty went into the bathroom, where he scrubbed the fixtures until Annie got home. She brought Chinese. Her mousy brown hair flopped on her head while she handed dinner around. She shoveled moo goo gai pan into her mouth and asked, "Did everyone behave themselves while I worked overtime?" "Everyone but Mr. Matty," Chrissie said. "Mr. Matty can do what he likes as long as he cleans house and works the yard. I work so many hours it's a crime, more and more and enjoying it less. Did you get your homework done?" "All done, and we read sci fi," Chrissie said. "What do you read, Tammy?" Annie asked. "Verne, Clark, Heinlein and LeGuin." Tammy got excited as she talked about books, and her fiery hair swung. It was nice hair, but Mr. Matty figured it would look even nicer if he could brush it. "Chrissie is the reader in our family, mostly I watch TV when I'm not working. Between overtime and maybe getting child support, I may be able to afford a tutor for Chrissie." After dinner, Annie scrolled through cable movie selections. Chrissie and Tammy played a game where they threw dice onto the floor and made words out of letters on them. Tammy lay on her belly, her chin resting on fists. Mr. Matty sat so he could see down her freckled chest. He also stared at Chrissie, who sat cross-legged, and remembered how she looked and smelled and tasted between her legs. He wanted to see her chubby tits again and have her girl mouth on his curved cock. Then Tammy shifted, and he was rewarded by seeing more freckles and a white bra until she pulled her shirt closed, looked at the dice but didn't write down any more words. "I like guys looking at my chest," Chrissie said. "You should see the pictures on my computer. It's like normal for girls to take their clothes off and let guys see them. Let's go upstairs." Mr. Matty followed them up clean, noisy steps. Tammy's bright red hair hung most of the way down her back. Her butt was skinnier than Chrissie's and almost didn't have any shape. She carried a cup with dice in it, paper and gel pens with brightly colored ink. In her neat room, Chrissie turned on her computer and showed pictures of naked men and women to Tammy. Chrissie giggled as she said, "Just like the pictures on Jeff's computer." "He showed you?" "After I showed your brother my boobs. Let's take our clothes off." "No," Tammy said in a quiet voice. She wrapped her arms around her chest and looked away from them. Mr. Matty put his hand on his crotch. He was so hard. He wanted to see Tammy's tiny tits. "You're so wrapped up in your old books, you don't have any friends but me," Chrissie says. "You're the smartest girl I know," Tammy said. "Then do the smart thing and have some fun with me." "I was having fun making words." "If you want to have a friend, do what I do." Chrissie removed her shirt and bra, showing her chubby belly and tits. Mr. Matty liked her high, chubby tits that were different sizes, her light brown nipples and dark areola. He squeezed his cock again. "Please let's not?" Tammy asked. "Do you want to have a sleepover or not?" Chrissie said. When Tammy didn't say or do anything, Chrissie dropped her jeans and panties to the floor. Mr. Matty loved how just a few hairs grew on her pussy. He loved how her girlish inner lips swelled up and showed outside her outer lips. "Look at me," Chrissie said. "Look at her p - p - pussy," Mr. Matty said. "Shut up, Mr. Matty," Chrissie said. Tammy didn't move. She didn't say anything. Her thin face was as red as her hair and freckles. "I said, Look at me!" Chrissie swung the younger girl around with one hand while she rubbed her other hand in circles on her own naked pussy. She said, "That feels so good. I want you to feel good, too, Tammy. Matty, get naked, sit on the bed and spread your legs so Tammy can see your hairy balls better." Mr. Matty unquestioningly did as he was told. Tammy stared at Mr. Matty's hard cock and balls. "Time for you to get naked, Tammy," Chrissie said. "I don't want to," Tammy muttered. "Now!" Chrissie said. Tammy made a face and turned towards the door. She balled her hands into fists. Finally she grasped the bottom of her lime shirt and pulled it off. She wore a white training bra underneath, which she also slipped off. Her breasts were tiny. Her nipples were big, almost as big as her small titties, and they were darker than Mr. Matty had imagined. They were hard. She covered her chest with her arms but she couldn't cover all her freckles. "C - c - cute," Mr. Matty said. "Jeans, too," Chrissie said. "No?" "I want Mr. Matty to see your pussy." "Please?" "Don't be a baby," Chrissie said. She pushed Tammy, who fell against the bed. Mr. Matty liked how the girl sprawled near him, her small tits disappearing into her chest. Her suddenly flat chest being so close made his heads pound. Chrissie unzipped Tammy's denim jeans. She hooked her thumbs inside the young girl's panties and tugged. Now the young girl was naked on the bed right next to Mr. Matty. His curved cock jumped. It was wet at the tip. He thought he might cum without it being touched. He leaned towards the girl, liking her flat stomach and straight hips as much as Chrissie's meatier body. He saw several red hairs accentuating Tammy's flat pussy lips. "Your hair is so red," Mr. Matty said. Tammy crossed her legs again. The top of her girlie slit and a couple coarse red hair still showed. "Touch yourself like I touched myself," Chrissie said. "I don't - I never - I can't." "Then I'll touch you," Chrissie said. "No." Tammy squeezed her eyes shut tight but placed her hand between her legs on her pussy. Chrissie grasped the girl's ankles and spread her legs. Matty looked at the little girl's wide open private area. Her outer lips fell to the sides, showing her cunt hole and her little girl clitoris above it. Tammy moved her hand down, rubbing it in circles. "Farther up," Crissie said. Tammy pressed her fingers hard against herself, near the top of her slit, and rubbed in circles. Chrissie kept her eyes on her friend's privates while wrapping her hand around Mr. Matty's cock. "I have to pee," Tammy said, turning even redder. "Don't stop. It's like your first orgasm," Chrissie said. Mr. Matty stretched his hand to rub Tammy the same way she did herself. Her eyes squeezed harder as he touched her private parts. She breathed more heavily, balled her fists and lifted her butt off Chrissie's bed. "Was that really our first orgasm?" Chrissie asked. Tammy smiled as she lie limply on the bed. "Watch this." Chrissie licked Mr. Matty's hard, curved cock with her thick tongue. She asked him, "Did you like that?" "Y - y - yes." "If you ever want that again, you'd better not ever touch yourself again!" "Sometimes I have to," Mr. Matty protested. "Promise - or I won't ever do that or get naked for you." "N - n - never?" "If you want to shoot cum out of your dick more often and feel real good, you'll have to visit more often and do more chores." Mr. Matty didn't like the thought of never jerking in the shower or alone in his bed at night ever again. But Chrissie was what he spent years looking for, a young girl he could look at naked and do things with. He said, "I p - p - promise." Comments and suggestions are welcomed at threeriversguy@hotmail.com.