Perverts 'R' Us

Mattie & Me

By TI-99 ( M/g, Pedo, nosex )

FYI: This story is purely fantasy…

Chapter 1

I met Mattie the second day after moving into the new neighborhood. She was 9 years old with longish brown hair that she often kept in a ponytail. She had a slender but athletic build, no chest to speak of and a nice round butt accentuated nicely by her tight jeans. Her eyes were bright, and she typically had a sly smile on her pretty round face - the look that says, "I'm up to something."

Mattie was pre-pubescent but definitely very feminine - just the way I like them. She had a seductive way about her even she was pretty innocent overall, and like I said, just 9 years old.

She wandered over and said "hi" one afternoon while I was out trimming the shrubs in front of my new house. I was enraptured the first time I saw her cock her hips to one side and give me a sassy look. I knew right then and there, as I studied this cute preteen girl, that I had to have her. She was adorable.

But as experience has told me, you don't just take a 9-year-old out of the blue. You've got to woo her into wanting to be with you in that way and get her to believe that everything is natural. And this takes time. Often, lots of time. And even still, it might not lead to anything other than getting a few pictures of her in her underwear or seeing her in a revealing bathing suit at the pool.

But even as we had our first conversation I began plotting my conquest of the young and beautiful Mattie.

Chapter 2

Mattie was one of only a couple of kids on our street, and her parents were preoccupied with lots of other things. Naturally she spent a lot of time wandering around the neighborhood looking for attention. Since I like to be outside, she came to see me quite a bit, helping out with odd jobs and the like (which I loved, especially when she would wear skimpy cotton shorts or loose tank tops that allowed peeks at her still-forming breasts). From what I could tell, she only wore a training bra occasionally.

We would chat about this and that, but I was very careful to appear wholesome in every way. I never let her come inside my house alone. When she did stop by, I would always call her parents just to let them know where she was. I wanted to be on the up-and-up about everything, so as to build trust with all involved (even though her dad was a jerk).

And I did genuinely like Mattie and found her incredibly attractive. I made sure to tell her that often, in subtle ways. This was the first step, the foundation if you will, of my conquest. Nothing too over the top, just comments about how much I liked her brown eyes or how she looked cute in an outfit that I hadn't seen before. I was careful about touching her, too. But as we got more comfortable with one another, I would make it a point to playfully tickle her or grab her knee, or just rest two affirming hands on her shoulders. Nothing more, though.

I wasn't being dishonest -- I meant every thing that I said to her and truly hoped my physical touch brought her pleasure and comfort. But, of course, she had no idea that I was hoping to be more than just an admirer.

Mattie was forever getting into trouble with her folks, especially her overbearing dad. And she sometimes came to me to bail her out, which played into my plans as well. Maybe I would sign her dad's name to a paper with a bad grade on it, or slip her a few bucks for lunch money when she would lose what her folks had given her. I kept telling her, "You're going to owe me big time one day."

"Yeah, I know," she would say with that wickedly playful smile.

One time, she came over all frantic. Her dad had given her $10 that morning and asked her to walk down to the store for some milk and bread. But she couldn't remember where that $10 bill was.

"Can you help me, please? I'll do anything," she said. Mattie kept grabbing my arm. "He'll kill me if he finds out that I lost it. And I can't find it anywhere. He's already spanked me good this week, and I can't take another one.

"I'll do anything."

"Anything?" I mused.

"Yes. Name it." Mattie also was a drama queen, like many young girls her age, and was very emphatic at this point.

"How about this," I said, getting daring since we had been friends for a few months now. "I'll give you $10 … if you'll let me see you naked when you get back from the store."

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds as she absorbed what I had just said. "Excuse me?" she responded meekly. She looked down at the ground. "Did you say... ?"

I let my comments hang in the air for another few seconds and then busted out laughing. "Mattie, I'm totally kidding. Lighten up. Of course, I'll help you."

After a few seconds, she did lighten up, laughed out loud at my attempt at a joke and took the $10 I stretched out to her. I wasn't sure how she would respond to my little comment, and I felt good that I hadn't totally offended her or scared her off. This was a good development. Hopefully one day, we'll get to the point where she won't think this request so preposterous. And, of course, the hope is that ultimately she'll let me go beyond seeing her disrobe and allow me to touch all of her delicate features. Like I said, hopefully…

After awhile, we made a running joke out of the subject of being naked, which I found very promising as well. Anytime one of us would ask the other for help, even when it was something small, the other would say, "OK, but only if I get to see you naked." Or, "I'll let you see me naked if you help me with XYZ." She had as much fun with it as I did. One time she even pulled up her skirt a little and flashed me a glance at her lime green cotton panties.

It became our little secret inside joke. Never around her parents or other adults, of course. And those panties became burned in my mind.

Chapter 3

As summer faded to fall, she went back to school and we didn't hang out as much during the day. But it became a busier season for her parents, and they now - trusting me more and more - asked me to come over from time to time to watch her in the afternoons until they got home from work. Of course I complied.

One afternoon, Mattie was in her room doing homework and I was working on fixing her parents' kitchen sink (the dad was a deadbeat who didn't take care of anything). She came barging into the room all of the sudden. "Oh my gosh, you've got to help me. I have a leaf project due tomorrow morning. I forgot all about it. I only have a few leaves, and I need to get a good grade or I'll get spanked for being slack, and…" The drama queen, who today was wearing very short jeans shorts and a white T-shirt one size too small, was at it again.

"Relax, Mattie. I'm here to help remember. Tell me what you need."

"I mean, I'll do anything," she continued. "I'll let you see me naked for real. I've got to get a good grade on this. I'm desperate."

I scanned her beautifully tanned body, situated so snuggly in those shorts and shirt, and contemplated what she had said in silence for a few seconds. Then, seeing my chance, I made my first really bold move.

"OK, relax. I've got you covered. I studied a lot of science in school, and it's part of my job to work with trees and landscaping. We'll get your leaf collection together. Don't worry."

That night I worked harder than ever putting everything together. Every time I got the urge to slack off, I just imagined pretty little Mattie naked or standing in front of me in those lime green panties.

The next morning, I had created a masterpiece, but one that looked like a 9-year-old had put together with the help of an adult. I then called her mom. "Mattie wanted me to look over her leaf collection last night, since I'm a little bit of a scientist. Do you mind if I bring it back to her this morning before school?" Whatever, she said.

I met Mattie outside at the bus stop, and she was thrilled. "Oh my gosh, what do I owe you? This looks fantastic," she said. All I could do was admire her outfit -- and imagine it coming off, piece by piece.

"Just a little favor when you get home from school," I responded. "Hope you get an A."

That favor of course was going to be my bold request about seeing her naked.

Mattie got home around 3 p.m. and her parents wouldn't be home until after six. "Well, how did we do?" I asked.

"A-plus," she said all excitedly. "Best in the class and the best grade I've made all year ... So, what's the favor I can do for you? I know I owe you big time."

I hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, contemplating the best way to make my request.

"OK, OK, just think about what you want - I can make you a cake, wash your car, rub your back, whatever," she continued "Think about it while I go upstairs and change clothes. When I get back, I'm your servant." With that she bowed and smiled.

"Here we go," I thought.

"Actually, do you mind if I go upstairs with you?" I asked. "The favor I really want will be up there.

"OK," she said blankly. "What do you mean?"

I was literally shaking now, my mouth dry. "You know how we always joke about me getting to see you naked when I do something for you?"

She nodded, still not getting it.

"Well, I've been thinking. You are so attractive. A backrub would be great and everything, but I really would love to see you without clothes on. I won't touch you or anything. I won't tell anyone about what I see. You would just take your clothes off for a little bit and then it's done. No big deal. We do that every day, right, get naked in our rooms? This time, you would just have a little company."

My stomach churned and she still had that blank look. There, I did it. It's out in the open now. This is do-or-die time. Either I'm in big trouble or I was going to see more of Mattie than ever before.

"I don't know," she said. "I would be embarrassed. Nobody has seen me naked before. What if you laugh at how I look?"

Wow, that was her concern? How I was going to react to her body -- not whether this was the right thing to do and what her parents might think? We were making progress.

"I promise you, I'm not going to do anything but be in awe of how incredible your body is. I can tell already that you are a knockout, young lady. You have an amazing body, beautiful eyes, stunning good looks, the whole works." I poured it on thick. And meant every word.

She finally complied, if reluctantly.

"Let's do this up in your room," I said. "I'll just sit down and watch. I won't move. If you feel the least bit uncomfortable, we'll stop, OK?"

"OK," she said. And with that, we walked up the steps to Mattie's room. In a few moments, it appeared, I was finally going to get my first big wish - the wish I had envisioned since first meeting Mattie when I first moved into the neighborhood.

Chapter 4

I sat down on a big blue chair she had in one corner of her room. She stood next to her bed, which was covered with a pink and lavender design.

Today she was wearing a pair of semi-tight faded blue jeans. Each leg had flowers embroidered on it, and one design ran all the way up the back of her leg to a floral pattern on the rear end. She had on a pink short sleeve cotton top, with ruffled sleeves and neck line. I was already getting hard just imagining the show that was to come. Mattie looked nervous and kept shifting weight from one foot to the other, like someone who had to use the restroom. I tried to stay calm and natural.

"Have you ever taken your clothes off for anyone before?" I asked.

She paused. "Just my doctor, but I got to keep my underwear on, though."

Good. I'll be the first to see Mattie naked in a sexual way.

"First, we'll start with your shoes and socks," I said. And she slipped off her tennis shoes, revealing white socks with pink trim to match her shirt. She sat down to take the socks off, and stuffed them into her shoes.

"Do you wear a bra?" I asked, looking at her flat chest, still hidden by her shirt.

"Sometimes," she said meekly. "I have some training bras in my drawer, but I don't have one on now."

"If you'll remove that pretty shirt now," I said.

She pulled it up slowly, revealing a tan, flat midriff section. She didn't yet have womanly curves, but that was OK. Her skin looked so soft. She stopped just before revealing her tiny breasts, her hands in the ready position for removing a shirt. She started laughing nervously.

"It's OK," I said. "I'm sure your chest is as beautiful as the rest of you. Remember, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I like you and admire how you look, remember."

Finally, she got the shirt over her neck and off, letting it fall on the floor. She then stood there with her hands folded across her stomach, cocking one hip out kind of sassy (like the first time I met her) and looked around the room, not sure where to fix her eyes.

Like I said before, she didn't have much of a chest, and that was OK by me. Her nipples were almost boy-like. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I had to keep from massaging my dick through my pants while admiring the beauty before me. There is just something incredibly sexy about a pre-pubescent girl's flat chest.

"OK, you can unloosen your belt now. Actually go ahead and take it all the way off."

She pulled the belt out loop by loop, and her pants sagged a bit in the waist as she finally dropped it to the floor, revealing the top band of her panties underneath. Being a panty fan, I couldn't wait for what was next.

"OK, now I want you to unbutton your jeans, and unzip them all the way down. Then pull the two flaps out, but don't pull your jeans down yet."

She complied, and I quickly spied out a pair of gray cotton bikini panties, with pink trim. The same style as the lime green ones she flashed for me that one lucky day. Like a true girl, the panties matched her outfit perfectly. Nice.

"What kind of panties do you like to wear best?" I asked.

"Just regular ones I guess."

"Do you like bikini cut, high cut, boy shorts?"

"Bikinis."

"Do you have any string bikinis? You know, with just a triangle in the front and little strings on each side and those pretty bows in the corners?"

"Yeah, I've got a blue pair and a green pair that I bought at Sears with my mom."

"Have you ever worn a thong?"

Mattie laughed nervously again. "No. That would feel weird on my butt, I think."

"They are more comfortable than you think," I said. "You would feel very free in them if you tried them.

"What's your favorite color of panty," I continued. "And do you have any silky panties? Those are my favorites."

"I like pink and other pastel colors. Purple, yellow, light green. I've got a few shiny pairs that I got at Penney's. They feel silky. And I have a night gown that's all silky and slick. I feel like I'm going to roll right out of bed some nights when I wear it."

I laughed, sensing that she was getting more comfortable with my questions -- and her state of undress. "I'm jealous. We guys don't get to wear such pretty underwear. I wish we could. We've got the boring stuff, and that's it."

I took a good long glance at the now almost naked Mattie. Her nipples were getting a little bit hard, I think because her room was a bit chilly. She looked unbelievably sexy standing there with her unzipped jeans, unfolding the flaps as if to invite me in.

Now, for the final steps.

I asked her to lower her jeans slowly, and then step out of them. She did so, and then leaned down to pick up all of her clothes on the floor.

"Don't bother with that," I said, grabbing the pile. "I'll take care of it." I picked up her outfit and proceeded to fold each item neatly in my lap (partially to hide my hard-on).

Mattie just stood there before me, wearing only gray-pink cotton bikini panties.

"Let me guess. Your pretty panties are a size 10," I said.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I just know these things," I said. "Mattie, I just want you to know that you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You're sexy, did you know that? You're a total knockout."

She seemed stunned by those comments. "You really think I'm sexy? Me? No one has ever even told me I was pretty before. Certainly not my parents. Sexy? For real?"

She was truly stunning, and I could see the outline of her beautiful camel toe showing through her underwear, which hugged her waist and pelvic region tightly. "Can you turn around for me a few times?" I asked.

She twirled around, showing off her nice, firm butt and her long, tanned legs. I loved how those bikini panties hugged her rear end with barely a wrinkle. My eyes followed the outline of her leg bands, down one curve across the crotch lining and then to the other curve and back up again.

Finally, she stopped moving, faced me and stood there again with her arms crossed, knowing what was coming next.

"OK, Mattie. This is the last step and then we'll be done. If you'll pull your underwear down just enough to reveal what's underneath and then stop."

She paused for a few seconds, and then slowly started slipping her panties down. My eyes were totally transfixed on her emerging pussy. Finally, her beautiful slit came into view, and she knew I was staring. It was as bald as could be. No sign of hair, and that too was fine by me. She had a small mound but not too puffy. I could tell she liked to lay out in the sun with a bikini because as her panties came down, I could see a very distinct tan line.

I asked her spread her legs a little bit, then turn around again. I then asked her to pull her panties down below her butt. Finally I asked her to take them all the way off and slip out of them. As soon as they hit the floor, I reached out and took them, putting them onto the pile of clothes on my lap. I didn't intend to give them back.

Mattie was now completely naked in front of me.

"Wow," was all I could say. "Wow. Wow. Wow. Mattie, you are fabulous, with a fabulous body. You are a stunning beauty."

She smiled shyly as I lavished compliments on her right and left. She turned around again for me several times, and even pretended to dance a bit, like a ballerina. She lifted one leg, and her pussy lips stretched out a bit for me, revealing her small hole.

"Can you do two more things for me?" I asked. "If you could turn around so your back is facing me, and then bend over like you're touching your toes."

She did as I asked.

"OK, now pull your butt cheeks apart. I want to see what wonders are hidden there."

She complied. Yep, the perfect asterisk asshole. Clean, small, skin-colored. I wanted to lick it. Or better yet, stick something in it.

After a few minutes, I asked her lay on her bed on her back, and spread her legs far apart with her knees up. She did so obediently. "Now, take your fingers and pull your lips apart down there, if you please. This is my last request."

She looked up at the ceiling and after a few seconds did what I asked. I thought she might balk at this request, but she didn't. As she pulled her labia apart, her beautiful pussy hole came into full view. She had a nice ripple of skin at the top -- her clit. And the hole was a bit oval and small and pinkish, with a little bit of juice. She was definitely a virgin. She looked very tight, even with her labia pulled apart... but there are ways to stretch out even a 9-year-old's vagina, if only I ever get the chance...

As I admired the view for several more minutes, I committed myself to making sure I got that chance. Mattie kept her pussy lips pulled wide the whole time so I could see her most intimate parts. I wondered what she was thinking as she stared at the ceiling. I resisted the urge to touch her.

Finally, after nearly creaming in my pants, I told Mattie we were done. And again, I extolled praise on her, complimenting every body part I could think of. I thanked her over and over for letting me have the privilege of seeing her naked and giving me such a detailed view of her privates. "Never doubt that you have a beautiful body in every way," I said. "If no one else tells you that, just come to me. I'll tell you whenever you want."

I handed her back her clothes but kept the panties in my hand. "Do you mind if I keep these, to remember this special day by?" I asked. "I will treasure these for a long, long time."

She nodded yes, went to her underwear drawer and pulled out a white cotton pair of panties to put on, bikini style. I watched her as she got dressed again, and then we went downstairs to wait for her parents to come home. We didn't talk much. I felt tingly all over.

Of course, when I left, I went straight to my bathroom at home and masturbated, rubbing my dick all over those beautiful gray and pink panties. I didn't cum in them because I hoped to keep them forever. As I stroked myself, I envisioned Mattie's beautiful pussy before me and imagined exploring every inch of it with my fingers and dick.

I dreamed for hours of when I could see Mattie naked again -- and move beyond just the looking...

Hopefully, the conquest of Mattie had only just begun…