Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 18

The next day, Mama got put through the three-hole marathon and Candy learned how to eat creampie. Between getting her pussy and ass fucked, she taught Candy how to eat pussy. Candy seemed to thoroughly enjoy the demonstrated techniques.

Both girls now seemed to walk around with wet slits. I surmised that with so much stimulation, they were in a somewhat constant state of arousal. Both girls surprised me by how quickly they embraced their sexual abuse. I guess they didn’t see it as abuse due to the wonderful feelings they experienced engaging in such activities.

Candy was totally accepting of anything I did to her and now, Twila started her down the road to Sapphic incest. Twila, on the other hand, knew that what we were doing wasn’t normal, but bought into my plan with every ounce of her being just to have my love and devotion. She was tough though. She’d dictated her terms and how she saw our relationship.

If she wanted to be the queen, well that was perfectly fine with me and I treated her like it. For the next week all we did was suck, fuck and get nasty. Even watching TV involved fucking. Pussy would coat my cock, crawl up onto my lap and impale her tiny little two year-old cunnie on my cock and settle back to watch cartoons. When she’d feel me paint her cervix, she’d quiver and cum, wait a minute, grunt and squeeze out my cream from around my cock. She’d then catch the dribbles in her hand and eat it like she was eating popcorn at the movies. The next night, Mama would do the same thing.

Pussy freely let me fuck her tiny shitter whenever I so desired, but she didn’t really seem to derive as much pleasure from it as she did oral or vaginal sex. It didn’t hurt her and despite her much smaller size, her sphincter was more receptive to penetration than her older sister’s. She loved having her pussy sucked and fucked. Her vagina was very sensitive and she would have multiple orgasms during intercourse and me spraying her cervix with Daddy cream: which she ate willingly. She drank piss from either Mama or me without a second thought. Candy didn’t talk much, but she was a very observant little girl. She accepted her role as the baby in the family, but because she was getting so much attention, it didn’t matter to her. In her own way, she dictated her terms also. There were never any one-ways with Pussy: if she didn’t get hers first, you certainly didn’t get yours.

Twila on the other hand, always experienced some pain during anal sex, but she boiled over at the burning pain deep in her belly. She relished the pain of first entry and the stabbing jabs I’d make deep in her gut. Whenever I’d bloat her insides with urine, she’d start cumming as soon as she felt and didn’t stop cumming until I’d finished. She quickly tuned in on me and could almost anticipate what I wanted or thought. She took everything I’d told her about her prime directive in life being to satisfy my cock as her Bible. She put all of her love and devotion for me into pleasing me.

I was getting more sex than I could handle so I didn’t balk when the two of them snuck off for some mutual sisterly love. Now, I thought, was the time to reel in our little French tart. One day when Pussy was taking a nap, I pulled Mama into my study. I showed her her new toy and she went bonkers. When I pulled it out of the desk drawer, her eyes got wide and she gasped, “Oh — my — God! Is that my dick?”

I chuckled and replied, “It sure is! Let’s try in on.”

I took some lube and coated the two inch spud that would slip inside her when she put it on. I held the straps open and she stepped into it. I tightened the straps and slid the tiny dick up in her and she giggled. She looked down and wrapped her hand around it. She looked at me with a devilish grin and asked, “Wanna suck my dick, Daddy?”

I gave her a stern look and replied, “Only girls suck dick in this house.”

I told her, “You cannot — and I repeat — cannot use that on Pussy. Got it?”

She gave me a forlorn look and answered, “Yes Sir, I got it.”

I said to her, “Tomorrow, we’re going to trap that uppity white bitch. I’m going to go out for about an hour and you’re going to be sick in bed. Whatever you do, don’t get out of bed. Understand?”

“I understand, Daddy.”

“I’ve got cameras set up in the house and with you out of the way, Miss ‘O Pair’ will certainly try to get in Pussy’s panties. I’ll get her on tape. Then, I’ll own her and all three of her holes. After I tell her who her new boss is, I take those three holes of hers and then you can have her. Anything you want her to do is fine with me. You can make her suck your dick, you can fuck her pussy or ass and you can make her drink every drop of piss you can make. Sound like fun?”

With a conniving grin she nodded as she worked that spud in her tight little box and replied, “Yes Sir, you da Daddy!”

As I opened the bottom desk drawer, I said, “Lookie here at what else I’ve got for our new slave.”

I showed her a pair of handcuffs, some leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a dog collar and leash and a riding crop and flogger. I reached behind the desk and brought out two four-foot spreader bars with attaching rings. Mama looked at them funny and asked, “What is they fo?”

I told her, “Your next lessons to learn to be the mommy is to learn how to be a Mistress. If she’s going to be our slave, you need to learn how to handle and punish her, right?”

She grinned and replied, “I’s gonna learn, sho nuff is! I’ll be thinkin’ on it real hard.”

I sat Mama on my knee and made the call. Mama sat listening as she pulled on her dick, moving that mini dildo in her cunt. I told the secretary that I specifically wanted Camille DeBois for about an hour for so tomorrow starting at nine am. When she said it was a done deal, Twila had to cover her mouth as she stifled her giggle. I hung up the phone and we just smiled at each other and nodded.

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The next morning after breakfast, I went over my instructions with the girls. Mama was clear on her role but I explained to Pussy, “Candy, that white girl that sucked your titties is coming over this morning. I’m going to go out for a while and Mama is going to pretend to be sick in bed. Now listen carefully, okay?”

She nodded around her thumb and gave it a suck. I continued with, “Whatever you do, only play with her either in your bedroom or the playroom. Got it?”

She nodded.

“Would you like to get your pussy licked, baby girl?”

She grinned wide around her thumb and nodded saying, “Uh huh.”

“Well then let her. If she wants to lick your pussy, you let her, but only in your bedroom or the playroom. Understand?”

She nodded with a smile.

“Alright then,” I finished, “Candy, let’s get you dressed. Mama, go put on a pair of panties.”

I put a pair of panties and a sleeveless undershirt on Pussy and Twila came out in her panties. We waited about ten minutes when the gate buzzer sounded. Mama took off running for her bedroom and I picked up Pussy and went to the door to greet our little French tart.

As she stepped onto the porch, we greeted each other cordially and went inside. I told her that Twila was sick in bed and that she only had to check on her. I handed her our thumb sucking bait and said, “I’m sure you can keep the little princess here occupied for an hour or so, right?”

“Oh yes sir, we’ll have a wonderful time, won’t we?” she asked Candy as she tickled the tot’s belly button.

Pussy looked at me and grinned around her thumb. I gave her a wink and a smile. I grabbed my keys and after a smooch to my little lover I bade them goodbye and went to the car. I went to Home Depot and bought a whole bundle of soft, yellow nylon rope made for rock climbing. I then went to Starbucks for a coffee and croissant. I’d been gone about an hour, so I left for home.

Pussy just loves it when someone pays attention to her pussy. I chuckled thinking Pussy Princess is the perfect name for her. I pulled up in the drive twenty minutes later. As I was getting out of the car, the front door opened and there stood Camille with Pussy on her hip, still sucking her thumb.

Once inside, I asked if everything went well. Camille told me that she checked on Twila, but she was sleeping. I tweaked Pussy’s nose and asked, “Did you have fun?”

Pussy nodded and said around her thumb, “Uh huh” and smiled.

Jackpot!!!!

I asked our new slave if she could watch Candy for another few minutes while I called my attorney. She said she’d be more than happy to. With that, I went to the study and quickly rewound the counter on the recorder.

As plain as day, pussy was laid out on the sofa, naked as a jaybird. Camille had her top open and had Pussy’s feet resting on her bare breasts. Her panties were around her knees with her hand up under her dress. Pussy’s legs were spread open wide and Camille was busy chomping down on Candy’s two year-old pussy — and by the look on her Pussy’s face, Camille was doing a fine job!

I quickly burned the session to CD and took it to the living room. I asked Camille to sit and watch a program and wanted her opinion on it. I popped it into the DVD player and hit play. When Camille saw herself eating out my two year-old daughter she gasped and fell back on the sofa. Pussy giggled as Mama came around the corner to watch the show. I let the whole thing run through to completion and both Pussy and Camille finished with a nice cum.

Camille looked at me in horror and I just raised my eyebrows and smiled. I said, “Well, well now, ain’t this a fly in the ointment?”

She sat trembling and stuttered, “I, I, I…”

“You what?” I asked her. “Obviously you’re a lesbian pedophile that likes baby pussy. Isn’t that right?”

She hung her head and silently nodded. I said to her, “Tell me your story. How’d you get to be this way?”

She went on to tell me that it all began for her when she was Candy’s age. Her nanny abused her and taught her all about lesbian love. She said she’s had a few girlfriends, but no boyfriends. She also revealed she was a virgin and had never been penetrated. That made my little stiffy twitch!

She said she’d never been with a black child and fell head over heels with my girls. She said she suspected that Twila may have guessed what she was up to, but wasn’t sure. When she found out that Twila was sick in bed, she saw her chance and had her way with Candy.

I said to her, “Well now, we have two choices here. First, I call the cops and give them this CD as evidence. If I do that, and you being an alien in the U.S., you’ll spend some time in prison and then be deported to face charges in France. OR…

“Or, you decide to stay here and live…”

After a pregnant pause I continued, “As my slave.”

She gasped and covered her mouth then asked, “You mean… sexual slave?”

“That’s right,” I confirmed with a nod. “You will become our slave: mine, Twila’s and Candy’s. Your sole purpose in life will be to satisfy us and our desires. If Candy wants to pee in your mouth, you drink it: same with Mama here. If Mama wants to fuck your pussy or ass with her strapon, you take it. If she wants you to suck her black cock, you do it.”

I asked her, “Have you ever drunk piss before?”

She nodded saying, “Only a little girl’s.”

“Good,” I replied. “You’ll fit in just fine. Now for my demands…”

“Although you’re white and you’ll be my first piece of white girl, I’m a man that likes little black girl pussy. My two daughters here are my women. They give me all three of their holes whenever, wherever and however I want them. You will simply be a slave and a plaything for us. But you will become a breeder for me. I will take you out and breed you with a black man. If you have a boy, it goes up for adoption. If you have a girl, then that’s one more little black pussy for me. Understand?

“You see it’s simple. I thought I’d have to wait about seven or eight years before Mama here was old enough to breed, but you? You’re gonna be our surrogate in the meantime. So what do you say, Miss O Pair? Is it going to be slavery or jail? At least as our slave, you’ll get all the little black girl pussy you can eat.”

With tears streaming down her face and her head down, she nodded. I said sternly, “Speak up, bitch! Give me your answer so your new Master and Mistresses can you!”

“I’ll do it. I’ll be your slave and bear you children.”

Mama took off like a shot to the study and returned a few minutes later naked with her hands full of paraphernalia. She dropped it on the floor and picked up the crop. She turned to Pussy and ordered, “Get dem clothes off, Pussy. You know we don’t be wearin’ clothes in da house! “

Candy giggled and shed her T-shirt and panties in two seconds flat!

She turned to Camille and slapped her thigh and said, “Get dem clothes off, you white bitch ho! Now!” and gave her another smack against her arm.

I just sat back and let Mama do her mama thing with a smile. Camille stood and began to undress. For a white girl, she was luscious! She had alabaster skin and her small, cone-like titties were capped with pale pink puffy nipples. I groaned. When she slid her panties down, she had a soft down of fine, red hair above her cleft, but her fat, white pussy lips were bare. She tried to cover her pussy, but Mama slapped her hand with the crop and said, “That pussy belongs to Daddy and me and don’t you ever forget it, bitch!” and slapped her on the ass. Camille pulled her hands away from her snatch.

Twila said, “Now git on yo knees.”

Camille knelt and looked at Twila crying. Twila rummaged around and found the dog collar and fastened it around her neck then attached the leash. She turned to Candy and asked, “Pussy? Do you gots to pee?

Pussy smiled and nodded saying, “Uh huh.”

Mama yanked the leash pulling Camille to her knees. She jerked the chain and pulled her towards Candy and said, “Pussy, lie back on the couch and spread ‘em.” She turned to Camille as she led her to Candy and said, “Attach yo mouth to Pussy’s pee hole and start drinkin’!”

She leaned over and peeled open Candy’s pussy and attached her mouth. Candy giggled and let loose. Camille drank like a thirsty camel until Pussy had finished. Camille slowly rose and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand looking at Mama holding that crop. Mama pulled on the leash and spread her legs thrusting out her pussy and said, “Get over here, ho, and lay on the flo.”

Camille did as her Mistress ordered and lay down on her back. Twila straddled Camille’s head and squatted. She slapped Camille on top of her red-haired mons and ordered, “Open that ho mouth o yo’s and drinks my pee.”

As soon as Camille had opened her mouth Twila cut loose and began to piss in Camille’s mouth. Camille drank like a condemned woman and didn’t spill a drop. Twila slapped Camille’s pussy again and ordered, “Now licks me clean.”

As Camille was cleaning her Mistress’ pussy, Mama looked over at me and smiled. She asked me, “Do you gots to pee, Daddy?”

I started unzipping my pants and answered, “I reckon I do, Mama.”

Twila stood and yanked on Camille’s leash and said, “Git over there and drinks Master’s pee. Now!”

Camille scampered over on all fours and looked up at me. I said, “Put my dick in your mouth.”

She obeyed and I released my bladder. She drank quickly, afraid of the crop and when I’d finished, she pulled off with a gasp. She sat back on her legs and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked between Twila and me.

Twila gave Camille’s chain a yank and asked, “Do you gots to pee, ho?”

Camille silently nodded as she hung her head. Mama gave the leash a yank and said, “Well come on then, we can’t have ya pissing on the flo.”

Mama led her through to the kitchen to the back door with Camille crawling quickly on her hands and knees. Pussy and I followed Mama as she led Camille out back. I thought this was a little much and said to Twila, “Mama, ain’t this a little much?”

She spun around and retorted, “You shut up, Daddy. You said I was the Mama in this house. You also tolds me that I was to teach ever one how to please yo cock. I’s trainin’ this bitch ho to be yo slave so when you says suck or fuck she begs fo yo dick: jus like me and Pussy.”

What could I say? She was right. I gave her an agreeing nod and said, “You’re right, Mama. Carry on.”

Twila led her to the corner of the yard and said, “This is where you pee or poop. After you’s finished, if you shit, you cleans it up. Got it?” She gave Camille a smack on the ass.

Camille nodded and said, “Yes Ma’am.”

Twila jerked the leash and ordered, “Cock that leg up like the bitch ho you is and piss like a dog!”

Camille cocked her leg up like a dog and pissed into the grass then lowered her leg when she was finished. Twila stood in front of her and said, “When you pisses, you pisses like a dog. When you shit, you squats and shits like a dog, You got it? You ain’t nothing mo than a white bitch ho and you gonna do as you is tol. Got it?”

Camille sniffled and nodding said, “Yes Ma’am.”

Mama gave a quick nod to me and said, “Good!” and walked her back into the house. When we were back in the playroom with Camille sitting back on her legs, Mama handed me the leash and said, “I’s done fo now. You tell her what she be doin next.”

I gave her a polite nod and a smile and replied, “Thank you, Mama.”

Twila went over and sat next to Pussy like nothing ever happened. I turned my attention to Camille and said, “Now, here’s the house rules. Candy is the pussy princess of the house and we call her Pussy. You can call her Miss Pussy. As you’ve found out, Twila is the mama and the queen of the house. You can call her Mama or Ma’am. You will always call me Master. Got it?”

“Yes Master.”

“You can stand and walk unless Mama or Pussy has you down on all fours. Whenever one of us wants something from you, you snap to it and obey quickly or Mama here will tan your hide. Got it?”

“Yes Master.”

“Alright then. That’ll do for now. I’m sure we’ll come up with some more rules. Now here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to call the service and tell them that I have hired you for an immediate full time position as my nanny. You are going to go back to your office, get all your immigration papers then go home and pack your stuff. Be back here by…”

I looked at my watch and it was now one pm. I told her, “Be back here by six to begin your slavery. When you pull up and get to the front door, strip down naked, ring the doorbell, kneel and wait for one of us to answer the door. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master, I understand completely.”

I looked at Mama and asked, “What do we call her, Mama?”

“Bitch. Her name is Bitch.”

“Okay mama, Bitch it is. I turned to Bitch and said, “From now on, in this house your name is Bitch. You will refer to yourself as ‘this bitch’ or ‘your bitch’. Understand?”

“Yes Master, your bitch understands.”

“Good. Now let’s go make that call.”

I stood to go to the study and Candy came over and picked up Bitch’s leash. I moved to the study followed by Mama and Pussy leading Bitch by the leash. I called the service and laid the bullshit down a foot deep. I told the manager and owner that I was so pleased with Camille’s performance that I hired her as our full-time nanny effective immediately. She was elated and said that after I’d paid the service’s fee, she would release Camille’s INS records to me. I asked how much and told her that Camille would be coming into the office with the check. We disconnected the call and I turned to Bitch and said, “Well Bitch, welcome to your new life.”

Bitch just hung her head and nodded then said, “Yes Master.”

I told her to look at me and then said, “Tonight, I will take all three of your holes. You’ll suck my cock and get it hard, and then I’ll fuck your cherry cunt. After I’ve taken your cherry, I’ll break that lily white ass of yours in and cum in your bowels. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master, this Bitch understands.”

Twila got up and nudged Bitch with the crop and said, “And after Daddy breaks you in, then you gonna get the same from me. I’s gonna fuck all three of yo holes too; I gots to break in my new cock.”

Bitch just nodded and answered, “Yes Mama.”

Twila went to the desk drawer and pulled out her strap on and shook the dildo at her and replied, “Here’s yo Mama, you bitch ho.”

I had to laugh at that. I told you they grow up fast in the projects.

After Bitch had dressed and left, I turned to Twila and chuckled saying, “Boy, Mama, remind me never to get you pissed at me! You swing a wicked crop.”

She smiled and replied, “I’s learnin’.”