Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 28

Two days later, Mark called and said he’d found a small, one hundred acre family farm for sale in York County, Pennsylvania. He said I could get it for a steal at six hundred thousand, and that the house was secluded by a grove of maple trees.

He and I drove there the following day and looked at it. The barn had recently been built three years earlier and it could easily be used to store hay and stable some horses. We met with the owner and his wife and after some good old fashioned dickering, settled for 425K in cash.

After getting back home in New Jersey, I started looking for an architect. I went on the internet and found a local Pennsylvania custom home builder that built award-winning, luxury homes. The next morning, I called him and we spoke for over two hours. I told him I wanted a good-sized, Georgia style mansion with ten bedrooms and half of them could share a buddy bath, I also wanted a decked out master suite with a luxury bath and plenty of closet space throughout the house and loaded with all the bells and whistles. He said that he designed using an auto CAD program and could have me some preliminary sets in a week. I thought that was great and gave him my phone numbers and email address.

The following week, we met at Mark’s office and what he came up with was pure luxury! Besides the required bedrooms and baths, it had a morning breakfast room surrounded by window walls, a fully equipped, luxury kitchen with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. It had a study, formal living and dining rooms with coffered ceilings and a two story family room with fireplace. The two story Italian marbled foyer had a curved staircase with columns at the entry to each downstairs room and a rear staircase dumping into the kitchen area. The basement would house an entertainment room, fully equipped gym and a 15 x 20 classroom. The price for this 12,870 square foot mansion: 1.8 million.

The well was big enough to handle the house since we weren’t using any water for irrigation or farming purposes. He said he could raze the existing farm house and build on the same spot with a full basement big enough to park a Mack truck in. I think he knew he had me because he just happened to have the contracts with him. Mark looked them over and approved and we signed the deal. What sealed the deal was that he could have it finished in six months.

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The next six months I was busy consulting about the security system, integrated internet and phone system, integrated vacuum system, brick, windows, hardwood flooring, tile, paint color schemes, drapes: you name it, we talked about it. Hell, we even decided what kind of mailbox, door handles and locks to use.

In the meantime, Silvia and I talked about the girls schooling. We decided that since Bitch was a licensed, certified nanny, she would also become the girls’ teacher and home school the girls.

During this time, Mandy’s and Bitch’s pregnancies progressed. At sixteen weeks, Mandy had a cute little pot of a belly and went for her sonogram. Everything turned out well and we held our breath until we found out she was having a girl. I snickered inside thinking; I sure lucked out on that one!

Bitch followed three weeks later with the same results. I just nodded, almost certain of the results. Unlike Mandy though, she really hadn’t started showing and just had a slight bulge in her lower abdomen. That night, she deep throated me for the first time to show her gratitude. After experiencing that, I told her to use Mama’s dildo and teach Mandy how to do it. Education is the key to happiness, right?

I let Silvia and the girls decide on the furniture and interior decorating. I made sure I had veto power just in case they tried to do up the place in that sissy, French, Louis XIV shit.

Sexually, all the girls were completely bisexual and had no qualms about having sex with me or between each other. Carmelita fit in life a glove and loved getting and receiving oral sex. Unlike Candy though, she liked anal sex just as much as vaginal. It must be that Latina blood, but even as young and as small as she was, she could work those tiny hips like a hundred dollar whore doing a lap dance! At eighteen months, she was still a very small and slender girl and her vagina was still only about 2.5 inches deep, but she could now take almost four inches of me up her poop shoot. She was the only one of the four girls that could squirt and almost always did whenever I fucked her ass. She took to drinking piss as easily as she drank cum and had drank for everyone after the first month she’d been introduced to it. Whether I took her in her pussy or her ass, I was always careful and gentle. That sounds easier that it is because for someone with interests like mine and the sheer nastiness of having sex with a one year-old, it’s sometimes hard to restrain oneself. My gentleness with her and continually showering her, like I did with all the girls, with my affection and love paid off. This tiny chica loved me with all her little heart and whenever I wasn’t busy or occupied with one of the other girls, was always in my arms.

Candy, almost three, was slowly becoming more lesbian in nature. Her and Bitch were almost always together. She still loved sitting on my lap, getting her cervix spayed and the occasional rectal exam with Daddy’s probe and she still gave Daddy some of her pee, but she was migrating towards Bitch for more of that. My motto has always been to never force a child and if that was what she wanted to be happy, then I guess we’d be having another marriage in a few years.

Mandy was slowly becoming a literal sex-crazed whore. I’ll talk more about that in a little bit. She still didn’t want any intimate contact with Silvia. Unknowingly, we gave her ideas for more perverted shit by watching Twila and I abuse her mother. She’d watch intently, with her fingers buried in her pregnant cunt, watching Twila fist her mother as I fucked her tight, hot ass.

Silvia gladly became the recipient of my perverted lust and things I couldn’t do with the younger girls. Silvia was now, like all the girls except Carmelita, doing kegels throughout day whenever one or both of her holes wasn’t being used. She truly loved me and was very happy and often begged me to abuse her. I’ll relate some of the shit I did to her a little later.

Twila had been occasionally fisting Silvia and Bitch. I acquiesced when she and Mandy came to me and wanted Twila to use the strapon on her. I told Twila that she could only have Mandy anally; I didn’t want Mama, who could be a bit overzealous, bruising Mandy’s cervix or breaking her water. The same restrictions applied for Bitch. Twila was now a fully sexual and certified switch. She would act like her age and be so soft, submissive and loving with me one day then be the little slut and beg me to fuck her senseless the next. When she wasn’t craving my attention, she was getting off expressing the dominating Mistress in her.

Twila tastes in sex were very well engrained in her. When she wanted to be loved and shown my deep abiding love, it was always in her luscious little black pussy. When she wanted to be nasty she always wanted to be fucked in her tight, gripping ass. She was a little bit of a pain slut in that she liked it when I was a little rough fucking her anal cavity. She always experienced some pain upon entry and she loved it when I’d stab her deep inside her colon. She’d cum continuously whenever I filled her with piss and she loved the burning feeling deep in her guts.

I don’t know what is about getting a quart of piss in their guts, but all the girls, including Bitch and Silvia would cum hard whenever I filled their intestines.

Getting the house completed so soon was good in some respects, but a real bitch in others. Almost as soon as we’d signed the contracts, we had to start preparing to move. I wanted all new furniture and the only thing I wanted to keep was Twila’s and Candy’s new bedroom sets.

After discussing with Silvia one night about the possibility of started a couple of risqué web sites for the girls and making some money, she adamantly opposed the idea. She said that it wasn’t wise to take pictures like that of the girls even for personal use. Pictures were evidence. If something ever happened like a fire or a burglary and just one person found those pictures, we’d both be doing time.

Her explanation seemed perfectly reasonable when she said that I was living a pedophile’s dream and getting more little girl pussy in a week than most get in a lifetime. Why would I risk it all just to have some photos? Besides, the real thing is worth a million words, right? So I advertised to sell all of the equipment on Craig’s list and sold it for damn near what I paid for it.

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About a month before we were about to make the move to PA, I got a call from Tom. He was totally distraught and broke down crying on the phone. It took me about five minutes to calm him down enough to even talk. After he could speak without sobbing, I asked him “For Christ sakes, Tom, what’s the matter?”

“Boss,” he replied, “I need your help — and fast.”

“Sure, Tom, anything; you know that. What can I do to help?”

“Tamisha has cancer and needs a bone marrow transplant.”

“Damn! I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Boss, I love that girl with my every breath. She’s been so loving and giving to me. Her mother used to pimp her out and she was forced to give blowjobs and hand jobs. Sometimes, the johns would slap her around a bit and a couple even tried to rape her.

“Boss, she was a virgin and she gave it to me, she begged me to take it. I’ve never met anyone like her in my entire life! I worship the ground my little black darling walks on. Even though she’s sick, she still makes me coffee and tries to fix us sandwiches for lunch. She’s five fucking years old and she’s trying with every ounce of energy she has to be, as she calls herself all the time, Mrs. Tamisha Stevens. From the moment we first held hands, I’ve showered her with all my love and affection. She said that no one in the world has ever made her feel special or loved except me. ”

“Speaking of her mother, have you heard from Roberta?”

“She’s dead, Boss. She couldn’t make enough money escorting privately, so she started walking the streets. You know how pimps are about a free agent on their turf and she was beaten to death. She was in the hospital for three days, but died of internal injuries.”

“Sorry to hear that. So what can I do for Tamisha?”

“Well, I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you and your girls get tested and see if anyone is a compatible match for a transplant?”

“I’ll be honest with you, Tom. I’d be willing to get Twila and Mandy tested along with Silvia and my nanny, but I think Candy and Carmelita are too young. How are you fixed for insurance?”

“Don’t ask. I’m fucked, but I don’t give a shit. They’ve got to treat her whether I’ve got insurance or not. I suspect though, that without insurance, they’ll bury her name at the bottom of the donor’s list.”

“Well, Tom, that’s the best I can do. I’ll cover her medical expenses too, don’t worry about that.”

“Boss, I knew I could count on you. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

“I’ll call you,” I assured him, “When I get everyone tested. Sound good to you?”

“Sure, Boss,” Tom replied, “and thanks again.”

“No thanks needed, Tom.” I answered. “Bye, now, my friend.”

“Bye, Boss.”

Well, I did contact our doctor and I found out that Twila couldn’t be tested. The youngest a marrow donor can be is eighteen. A guardian or parent cannot sign a release or give consent because bone marrow donation to a non-relative is a voluntary procedure and is not beneficial or life-saving to the donor. So, Bitch, Silvia and I got tested.

A week later we obtained the results and guess what? My alabaster white, little French Bitch was a match! Who would think that a white girl, from half a world away would be a compatible match for a New Jersey black girl. Un-fucking believable! When Tom called, he was sobbing like a baby with joy as he gave us the news. He said that Tamisha’s doctor said that Bitch was a tentative match and wanted to run a few more tests. I decided to delay moving until Bitch was able to donate her stem cells and Tamisha had had the transplant.

I didn’t know how unbelievable it really was. Tamisha’s doctor told us that Black people have a very much lower chance of finding a suitable donor if a relative isn’t compatible than a white person. It’s also unlikely to find a suitable donor that is outside a person’s racial or ethnic group.

I took Tom and Tamisha out to dinner with me and the family to celebrate. She and Camille met and cried as they hugged for the first time. I teased Tamisha by telling her that after she’d received those stem cells from Camille, she’d start speaking French and English with an accent. She said that when she gets well, she was going to take French in school.

Bitch would donate her stem cells like someone giving blood. They would take blood from one arm, run it through a filtering system that would collect the stem cells in her blood and return the filtered blood into a vein on her other arm. After the procedure, she could get up and go home without any recovery time.

Tamisha’s doctor told us that Tamisha, on the other hand, would have to go through some extreme pain and discomfort prior to receiving Camille’s stem cells. She would go through intensive chemotherapy and radiation treatments to kill all of her own stem cells. Because the chemo and radiation will have killed her stem cells, she would have a very low blood platelet level. This could cause dangerous internal bleeding. For this, she would receive a blood transfusion. She would then receive Camille’s stem cells intravenously like a blood transfusion, where the stems cells would migrate to the bone and begin reproducing healthy, cancer free stem cells.

Tamisha was scheduled to go into the hospital the week before Bitch made her donation. I took Bitch in for her procedure and we stopped and visited Tamisha. She looked ashen and pale and she was very weak. Camille cheered her up saying that she was going to take over the U.S. one girl at a time by injecting them with her French stem cells.

We stopped in to see Tamisha for a little while after Bitch’s procedure. We were just getting ready to leave when Tom showed up. When we told him that Bitch had done her part, he turned into a blubbering idiot again. After reassuring him that everything was going to be alright and that Tamisha would be getting her new stem cells in a day or so, he calmed down. We left shortly after that.

Having done all that we could do and Tamisha getting her second chance at life, we scheduled our move for the following week.