Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 15

When I awoke the next morning at seven, Pussy Princess had her back against my side lying in a fetal position sucking on her thumb; that pink butt plug still seated firmly in her butt. Mama had her head nestled on my shoulder with her arm across my chest. She was lightly snoring and had drooled a little. I kissed her forehead and gently shifted her to lie on the bed. I patted Pussy’s little butt cheek and got up.

I completed my three “S’s” and went to the kitchen and made some coffee. I was on my second cup when they walked into the kitchen. Well, Little Pussy waddled a bit. She walked up to me with her hand behind her tugging on the plug and said, “Poo, Daddy, poo.”

I snickered and picked her up and headed for the bathroom. I was wondering whether to pull the plug out then set her on the toilet, or set her on first then pull the plug. Not wanting a mess, I opted for the latter. I put the kiddie seat on the toilet and sat her down. I reached between her legs, took the end of the plug in my hand and gently pulled. She made a grimace and grunted when her anal ring gave way and the plug slowly eased itself out. Once the widest point emerged, it slipped right out. A couple of seconds later I heard her grunt and the plop of the water. I washed the plug in warm soapy water as she did her business. I asked her if she was finished, and she nodded saying her usual “Uh huh.”

I wiped her with TP then again with a baby wipe. I flushed the toilet and picked her up along with the plug and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down and spread her legs and inspected her tiny little winkle. It was a little red, and although it was closed, when I pressed against it, it easily gave way. I grabbed the lube and coated her dimpled star. She saw me lube up the plug and she looked worried. I brought the plug to bear and said, “Now, baby girl, Daddy has to put this back in. You need to wear this for another day or two. I know you may not like it, But you gotta do it. Okay?”

She turned her head away from me and didn’t say anything. I said, “Candy, did you hear me?”

She rolled on her side, turning her back on me. I gently rolled her back on her back and leaned over with my face about a foot away from hers. I asked again, “Did you hear me, baby girl?”

She stared at me for a second and when I wouldn’t break eye contact or soften my gaze, her look softened and she silently nodded. I kissed her nose and said, “That’s better, Sweetie. Now, grab your ankles and let Daddy put this in.”

She slowly raised her legs and grabbed her ankles, opening herself up to me. I placed the plug against her little dimple and she clenched herself shut. I looked at her and she knew she couldn’t hold it forever so she slowly relaxed her sphincter and the plug slowly began to disappear. When it was about half way in, I pulled it back and began to slowly fuck her tiny hole with it.

Using a finger from my other hand, I swiped a bit of lube from the plug and dipped my finger into her folds. As soon as I started rubbing circles around her tiny tingle button, she grinned.

I chuckled when I thought The way to a girl’s heart is to tingle her clitty.

As I tickled Pussy’s button, I continued to work the plug in and out of her ass. When she reached her peak, I seated the plug and brushed my fingertip across the tip of her button and that did it. She let go of her ankles and straightened out, pointing her toes and arching her back, grunted loudly.

She lay there panting and looking at me with unfocused eyes for a few moments. She then smiled softly and turned over on her side and began to suck her thumb. She may have gotten her pussy licked, but she was still pissed at me. I started with her foot, took it in hand and began to kiss it all over. She wiggled her toes and I sucked them into my mouth and rolled my tongue between then. I pulled her foot out of my mouth and began laying butterfly kisses up her leg and ending with a few on her hip and butt cheek. I brushed the ringlet curls out of her face and asked her, “Do you still love Daddy, baby girl?”

I heard that creak in the hall and then the sound of little feet pitter-pattering away.

She smiled softly and nodded. All apparently forgiven, I scooped her up in my arms and headed to the kitchen. Mama was in full mommy mode and had made Pussy a bowl of Capt’n Krunch and she was chewing a bite of her own bowl. I smiled at her and she smiled back as she chewed noisily. I said to her, “Boy, Mama, you sure are the best mama in the world, making Pussy’s breakfast like that.”

“T’weren’t nuttin. It’s jus cereal.”

“Well, you were thinking of her and that’s what a good mama does. A good mama thinks of her babies. Pussy is like your baby, isn’t she?”

“Yes sir. She my baby sister. Anybody hurts her and I’ll hates they guts and try to hurt them back,” she said with conviction. She gave me a piercing look and added, “Even you… you hurt her and I’ll finds me a way to hurt you.”

“Well, Mama, I’ll remember that. I love Pussy like you do and will try to never hurt her, how’s that?”

“Jus keep yo promise and love us forever.”

“Mama? That will be the easiest promise in the world to keep. The only way I’m leaving you girls is to die and be buried in the ground.”

As the girls sat and ate their cereal, I was surprised and somewhat taken aback by the vehement and threatening remark Twila made. Maybe, she’s letting me know that whatever I do with or to Candy, she’s watching me closely. She sure got that freckled faced white girl’s number. I told you they grow up fast in the ghetto.

Sipping my coffee, I said to her, “Mama? Just so you know, I’m gonna be fucking Pussy’s little butt hole tonight.”

“Well, with that pink thing stuck up in her, she should be okay. You ain’t gonna giver all yo dick, is you?”

“No mama, she can’t take it yet; maybe about half. But you’ll have your job to do when it’s over.”

“What’s dat?”

“You know you girls can’t be wasting Daddy’s cream, right?”

“Oh yeah, so I gots to eat yo cream outta her, right?”

“Yep. Remember, you gotta share it with your sister. She needs her protein too.”

Changing gears — and topics, I asked the two what they wanted to do today: go to the movies or stay home and swim in the pool and have a barbeque cookout. Pussy didn’t share an opinion one way or the other. Mama said, “Swimming. We ain’t never been swimming before. What’s a cookout?”

“It’s when you cook hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill and roast marshmallows and stuff. Want to try it? Hey Pussy, do you like hot dogs?”

She nodded and said “Mmm hmmm,” as she crunched a bite of cereal.

“Alright then,” I answered, “looks like it’s a pool party! Come on girls, finish up so we can go to the store.”

I grabbed a pad and pen from the counter and started making a list. With Twila’s help, we got the grocery list completed. Of course, there were all kinds of junk added such as soda, chips, dip, the marshmallows and some candy. Can’t forget about the corn on a cob either, right?

After cleaning up after breakfast, I took the girls to their rooms and had them put on one of their new one-piece suits. Pussy looked a little funny with her butt plug showing, so I added a pair of shorts to both and we headed out to the market.

We loaded up on all the necessary items, including the junk for our cookout. We were almost to the checkout when Mama stopped at one of those revolving sunglass displays and started trying on sunglasses. A minute later, she had Pussy trying them on also. After about five minutes of trial and error, Mama had Pussy and herself decked out in some new shades. “Daddy,” she said as she smiled behind her shades, “we can go now.”

“Yes, Mama,” I replied and paid the bill.

When we had everything we needed prepared, I shed my clothes and jumped in the pool. Mama asked, waging her head, “Why’s you nekkid and we gots ta be dressed?

“Because,” I said in her waging head sarcastic manner, “You two is black girls. I can’t tell when a black girl gets too much sun because of her skin color; but do you want to get a sunburn on that pretty little pussy of yours or that beautiful round little butt?”

“Well, okay then,” she replied, but added “only ‘cause I don’t wants no burnt pussy.”

“Wisely said, Mama.”

I still slathered the two girls with SPF 75 sunblock. We had a good ole time frolicking in the pool for about an hour. The girls’ lips were starting to turn blue and their hands and feet were as wrinkled up as two year-old prunes. I wrapped them both in beach towels and let them sit in chaise lounges while I fired up the grill. Soon, I had a plate of hot dogs and hamburgers ready to eat.

Pussy came over and snatched a hot dog off the plate and started eating it. Just for the hell of it, I stopped her and asked her to play a game. I told her to wrap her lips around the hot dog, but don’t bite down. I slowly started to slide it in and out of her mouth. She was taking about three inches and it looked really nasty to see that hot dog being thrust in and out of those luscious soft full lips. I swatted her butt and sent her on her way, chewing her dog. Hell, she still had that plug in ass under her swimsuit. I saw the outline of it as she waddled away. Mama watched the whole thing and she said from behind her shades, “You’s a bad, bad Daddy. Yes you is!”

After eating our hot dogs and hamburgers and filling up on chips and snacks, we played in the pool some more. They thought the whirlpool was a hoot: especially when I showed them how to push their pussies up against one of the jets and get a hydro tickle. By six, the girls were all swum out, so I took them in and gave them a nice, warm bath, washed the chlorine out of their hair and conditioned it. We’d had such a nice, relaxing fun day and I didn’t have the heart to end it with sex. I pulled the plug from Pussy’s ass, washed it and put it in the medicine cabinet for another day. Funny thing was, when she saw me put the plug away, Pussy smiled and said “Tank you, Daddy.”

Afterwards, we went back outside and roasted some marshmallows. After having their fill, the girls wanted to watch a movie so we rented Madagascar II from pay-per-view. Towards the end of the movie, Pussy was nodding off. Mama asked me, “Can we sleep with you again?”

“How about your new beds: don’t you like them?”

“”We likes ‘em jus fine, but we loves you and wanna be next to you. You loves us mo than anything and you shows us. You holds us and hugs and kisses us. You really is our Daddy and we loves you.”

“Twila, that’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard. Sure, Mama, you and Pussy can sleep with me whenever you want.”