Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 7

I watched the monitor on the security system to make sure Miss Social Worker had pulled out of the drive and left for town. The girls were somewhere upstairs and from the sound of things, were jumping on a bed or something. I returned to the breakfast room, sat silent for a moment and took a sip of coffee. I shook my head and cursed “Fuck!”

I began to think to myself, Boy, you’re really fucked now! You don’t have a modeling agency, and now, Social Services will be prying into your life. What the fuck am I gonna do now?

There was only one answer. I called my attorney and had him set up a modeling agency calling “Living Doll Models, Ltd.”. I then called the photographer that did the girls’ session and asked him if he was interested in working for my new agency and he agreed and we worked out a fee schedule. I then called Tom and explained my situation and how this could all blow up in my face. I told him to start contacting ad agencies and find me one in the fashion industry with some connections — and fast!

I had a second thought and called the lawyer back and had him begin setting up trust funds for the girls. It seemed that Little Miss Twila was going to get her wish: out of sheer necessity, she was going to become a full fledged model.

I had to laugh or I’d end up crying like a baby. I thought This is sure becoming an expensive proposition just to get some little black girl pussy! I’ll have to recoup some of my money and the girls are gonna help me get it back. They’re gonna model alright, but they’ll also be doing some “specialized shoots”.

With that thought, I didn’t want to trust anybody with the knowledge that the girls were going to have their own saucy web sites. I went to the car and retrieved both of the girls’ portfolios, went back inside to the study and fired up my computer. I scanned several of the girls’ photos then located one of the sites I’d visited that ran sites for several girls from the ages of about four to twelve.

I opened a dummy email account using a fake name, contacted the webmaster and attached the photos. I asked that someone please reply and let me know if they were interested in setting up a site for the girls. Now, it was just a matter of waiting and see if they contacted me back.

It was almost one and I was hungry so I knew the girls would be too. Dropping into “daddy mode”, I playfully yelled out, “Ready or not, here I come.”

I started stomping up the stairs so they could hear me coming. I made a couple of growls and said playfully, “I’m the big bad troll and I’m a lookin’ for some pretty little girls to eat!”

I chuckled when I thought, You damn right I want to eat you; I can’t wait to get my lips on your little chocolate pussies!

I heard some shuffling and giggles, so I entered one of the bedrooms and bellowed, “Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell a little girl, yummy, yum, yum!”

It sounded like Candy as she giggled from under the bed. I slunk over to the bed and made a couple of loud sniffing sounds and dropped to the floor. When I stared under the bed, Candy’s eyes were as big as saucers and she squealed and started to crawl out from under the bed backwards giggling. I waited until she was halfway out and pounced over the bed and grabbed her by the leg. She let out a shriek as I pulled her out and onto the bed.

I flung her on the bed with a bounce and pinned her hands above her head, raised her shirt and blew a zoober on her belly button. She twisted and turned laughing in reaction. I stopped and looked up at her and she was panting, looking right at me with her chin on her chest. I licked her belly button and she giggled. I moved up a little and licked her tiny brown nipple. Her eyes shot open wide and watched as I licked the other one the proceeded to gently suck her baby nipples. I softly asked her, “Does that feel good, baby girl?”

She silently smiled and nodded. I leaned up a little more and gave her a soft closed mouth kiss that lasted about ten seconds. Her eyes just melted. I got the reaction I was looking for so I rose up and picked her up in my arms and gently hugged her. I whispered in her ear, “Daddy’s gonna give you a lot of love and attention, baby. Would you like that?”

“Uh huh. Wuv me wots and wots, Daddy,” she replied softly.

“Anything for you, Princess; now, where’s that other little girl? I want to eat her up too.”

Candy giggled and pointed to the closet. I set her down on the bed and slowly started stalking to the closet. I growled out, “The smell of little girl is getting stronger. I thinks there be a girl in this here closet and I’m a gonna getcha!”

I flung open the door and Twila shrieked out and tried to bolt past me. She startled me and was by me in a streak. I turned and grabbed her by the waistband of her shorts. The sudden stop made her start to fall forward and as she went down, her shorts were pulled down in the process. Her forward movement took her to the floor and me with her and her shorts and underwear came down around her knees.

I quickly picked her up and tossed her on the bed, pinning her hands above her head like I’d done with Candy. In a fraction of a second, I memorized what that luscious little pussy looked like as I blew a zoober right on top of her mons.

At first, she started laughing and twisting and turning, but after a few seconds, she demanded to be released saying, “Stop it! Let me up! You ain’t s’posed to be seeing my pussy!”

I obeyed and released her. She looked at me sternly as she raised her butt off the bed and pulled her panties and shorts up. She shook her finger at me scolding, “You’s a bad, bad daddy! I ain’t been here a day and you’s done seen my pussy!”

“Sorry, Little Miss Don’t Look at my Pussy,” I retorted, “It were an accident. If you wouldn’t have been so fast, I’d have grabbed you by the arm or something.”

“Well, okay, but don’t you be trying to look at my personals.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I saluted. “By the way, you got a really pretty pussy!” I added.

“Thank you — I mean, jus don’t you do it again!”

“Okay,” I replied sullenly like I was hurt.

All forgiven, we headed for McDonalds for lunch. After lunch, I took the girls to Walmart. I stopped by the customer service desk and asked for the manager. I asked him if I could use the services of one of his employees. I told him I was going to be buying a ton of clothes and toys for my new daughters and needed someone to help push a couple of carts. Knowing I was going to be spending a good bit of cash, he called over a young girl named Kelly to assist me.

First, we headed to the toy section and the girls loaded up on Barbie stuff: dolls, clothes and a Barbie house and corvette. At this point, Kelly went in the back and came back out with a flatbed cart used for restocking. Candy wanted a fluffy new animal, so she picked out a pink and white care bear. Twila was happy with her Malibu Barbie. We then passed the electronics department and I figured What the hell and bought them a Playstation with a six games to go with it. While I was thinking about it, I picked up a car seat for Candy.

From there, we went to the clothes section. I outfitted them with everything: jeans, pants, shorts, skirts, dresses, blouses and shirts, underwear, socks and new sandals and sneakers. Just for shits and grins, I got Twila a pair of sexy little sandaled pumps with a two-inch heel. Needless to say, I had to buy Candy a small plastic pair of play heels because her sister got some fancy shoes. I also got them some dress patent leather shoes both in black and white. I made sure they didn’t get any PJ’s or nighties: they were gonna sleep in as little as possible. I also made it a point to make a momentary detour to the pharmacy section on the way to the check-out and grabbed six of bottles of KY gel before we checked out. After paying and getting everything loaded in the car, I gave Kelly a fifty dollar tip. She squealed in delight and gave me a kiss. After a hard day’s shopping, the girls were hungry again so we ate at an all-you-can-eat steak buffet. Boy those little girls could put away some steak!

On the way home, I thought to myself, Now the game begins. I wonder what Miss Prissy will say when I tell them it’s bath time? I can’t wait!

Once home, it was about seven and I carried the girls’ shopping bags up to their rooms and said, “Well girls, it’s been a long day. Now it’s time to get ready for bed. But first, you both need to take a bath. Which bathroom do we use: yours, Twila or do we do it in Candy’s?”

Twila shot back, “I can wash myself! You ain’t getting me nekkid and be a puttin’ yo hands on my pussy!”

“Suit yourself,” I chortled, “Take your bath by yourself and put on some clean undies; don’t forget to wash and dry your hair. Come on, Candy, I know when I’m not wanted.”

With that, I left the little priss standing in the middle of her bedroom and I walked Candy by the hand to her room. I didn’t look back and closed the door on my way out. Once in Candy’s room, I started the tub to fill and then sat on the bed and called my little brown doll to stand between my legs. She didn’t even flinch when I grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up. She raised her arms and let me undress her. I pulled her shorts and panties down in one fluid motion and she put her hands on my forearms and stepped out of them just as dainty as you please. I picked her up and gave her little butt a squeeze. She giggled as I carried her to the tub.

I turned off the water and set her in the tub. I asked her, “Did you like Daddy suckin’ on your baby titties today?”

She nodded with her thumb in her mouth. I was starting to firm and wondered what it would be like if my dick was her thumb: especially since that thumb spent so much time in her mouth. I got the bar of soap, worked up a lather in my hands, and washed her arms and chest. I pulled her tiny foot from out of the water and smelled it. I made a funny face and told her, “These little doggies stink!”

She giggled as I put her foot in my mouth and started sucking on her pudgy little toes. I did likewise with the other foot and then washed her feet and calves. I stood her up and slowly washed her thighs, brushing my hand against her fat, immature toddler pussy on each upstroke. She just stood looking at me as I caressed her body.

I removed my hands, again grabbed the soap and re-lathered my hands. I started washing her butt while I started with her velvety smooth chocolate treat. I dipped my fingers into her crease and started to slowly stroke up and down the length of her slit. At the same time I started doing the same thing with the crack of her ass. I asked her, “Does that feel good, baby girl?”

She silently nodded, smiled and said, “Uh huh.”

As I stroked I said to her, “You know, you got a pretty pussy too, Candy, and Daddy loves touchin it. Do you like Daddy touchin your baby pussy?”

“Uh huh,” she replied with a smile. I started to circle her tiny winkle and asked her, “And does this feel good too, Sweetie? Do you like Daddy touchin your poopy hole?”

“Uh huh,” she again replied.

I started tickling her tiny pebble of a clitty and asked, “How ‘bout this? I bet this feels good too, don’t it.”

Nodding, she squatted down a little letting me know she liked what she felt and wanted some more. As I stroked her little button, I slowly inserted my slippery pinky finger up her dimpled pucker about an inch. Her thumb came out of her mouth and she looked at me wide-eyed and I just smiled. I slowly started to move my finger in and out of her ass about an inch and said, “Feels good, don’t it?”

She squeaked “Uh huh” as she flexed her knees a little more. I asked her, “Do you want Daddy to play with your pussy and little poopy whenever he wants? Would you like that?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded with a look of concentration on her face.

“Well, Daddy sure loves playing with your baby pussy and little poopy, that’s for sure. You’re so beautiful, I’m gonna make you my special princess. Would you like that? Would you be my little pussy princess?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded with conviction.

“And I can play with your pussy whenever I want?”

Candy nodded with a smile.

“Even in front of Twila? You’d let her watch me play with your pussy?”

She nodded her head silently and smiled.

“I love you, baby girl and Daddy’s gonna play with your pussy a lot. Sound like fun?”

She smiled wide and nodded her head.

“Can Daddy taste your pussy sometime?”

She giggled and covered her face with her hands and nodded.

“Good girl!” I exclaimed as I rinsed the soap from her.

Having had a very productive first bath, I picked her up and wrapped her in a towel. I dried her off, put clean panties on her and carried her downstairs. I grabbed a bottle of KY from one of the bags and sat my little pussy princess on my lap and turned on the Cartoon Channel. I had her sitting with her legs stretched open wide across mine with her back against my chest. I put a dab of lubricant on my finger to have some more fun. I just cuddled my little black cherub as we watched cartoons and waited for the Ice Princess to arrive.

Low and behold, a few minutes later, my little diva made her entrance. She immediately saw Candy sitting on my lap all cuddly and fuzzy, and with a straight face, took a seat on the sofa. I had to chuckle because this little she-devil was smart — and sneaky too. She positioned herself so that she could watch TV and observe the two of us from the corner of her eye. Every few seconds or so, I’d see her eyes shift when she glanced over without turning her head. Damn, she could give lessons!

Figuring that she wanted an eyeful, me and Pussy Princess would give her one. I had been gently caressing Candy’s chest. I’d rub her entire front, tease her tiny nipples a little then return to gently rubbing her chest. She ate it up like a junkyard dog gnawing on a ham bone. She had melted herself into me and had her hands down at her sides and was just chilling out, basking in the attention.

I put my nose into her velvety soft kinky hair and kissed the top of her head and whispered to her, “Can Daddy play with your pussy some? I really wanna make my pussy princess feel good. Would you like that?”

She slowly nodded and put her right hand on mine as I caressed her chest. I started off by stroking the inside of her thigh and rubbing the back of my hand against Candy’s panty-covered treasure. I saw Twila glance over and she lingered a moment and returned her attention to the TV. Her look changed perceptively and I could see the jealousy start to simmer.

After stroking Candy’s thigh for a few minutes, I cupped her little panty-covered pud and slowly stroked up and down between her legs. Twila glanced over and I heard her take a quick intake of breath. Her face tightened and her lips drew thin as she tried to appear not to notice.

Candy, in the meantime, was purring like kitten. I could tell her breathing had increased a little by the way her chest rose and fell as I rubbed her. I whispered to her, “Feelin good, baby doll?”

She just nodded. She still had her hand on mine as I caressed her chest.

I slowly insinuated my fingers under the leg band of her panties and was surprised to feel she was a little wet: more like sticky, but she was definitely feeling those fuzzy feelings. I took the finger that had the KY on it and started to lube up her little button. She was definitely feeling excited because now I could actually feel her clitty was a hard little protruding pebble.

I started circling her hood and Candy started to slowly rock her pelvis trying to increase the contact on her tiny button and her breathing deepened. Twila glanced over and her face went red and she now spun around and said, “Whatcha be doin’ to my sista? You ought not ta be playin’ with her pussy like that!”

“She likes it, Twila. She likes it a lot and as her Daddy, I’m gonna make her happy. Does it feel good when Daddy plays with your pussy, Candy?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded, “I wikes it awot.”

“See, she likes it. I ain’t hurtin’ her, so mind your own business. I’d be more than happy to tickle your pretty pussy too, if you’d like.”

“Oh no you don’t! You ain’t touchin my pussy! You’s a dirty Daddy. Why you wanna be touchin and playin wif our pussies like dat anyways?”

“Honest?”

She nodded her head curtly and glared at me. “Uh huh, honest.”

“Honestly, because I just luuuuv little black girl pussy: especially plump, pretty little brown ones like yours and Candy’s. Besides, I can make you feel sooo good!”

“You is a bad Daddy! Yes you is!

She turned with a huff and folded her arms across her bare chest and stared at the TV. I turned my attention back to the task at hand: namely, trying to get Pussy Princess off. Now, I withdrew my hand from Candy’s panties and recoated my finger and one on the other hand. I was planning ahead, thinking I was soon going to fuck her tiny ass first and now was as good a time as any to get my little two year-old used to being anally penetrated. I returned to drawing circles around Candy’s little pleasure button and used my other finger to coat her dimpled little pucker.

Candy gasped when I eased my slick digit into her ass about an inch as I rubbed her tiny clitty. Twila turned to look at hearing Candy’s gasp and she went slack-jawed when she saw both my hands inside her sister’s drawers.

Twila stomped her foot and asked, “Where you be putting that other hand? Is you tryin to put your finger inside her?”

I said sternly “Don’t you never mind, girl. Just mind your own damn business,” and continued to strum Candy’s clitty button as I gently finger fucked her slippery back door. Candy really started to grind her tiny little ass on my finger and started panting. I started flicking my finger over her button and that did it: my little pussy princess had her first little toddler cum!

Her legs locked up, her toes pointed and she whooshed out “Oh, Daddy!”

With that, Twila jumped to her feet and said, “I’s goin ta bed! You two is nasty!”

With that, she stomped away and up the stairs. I could now give my little chocolate baby some undivided attention. I whispered to her, “Did you like that, baby girl! Did Daddy make you feel real good?”

Through her pants, she nodded and replied, Uh huh. Weal good!”

“I love you, baby girl, and Daddy’s always gonna make you feel good. Okay?”

“Uh huh,” she said softly.

I returned to gently stroking her chest as I explored her nether region. She was slick from all the lubricant and she’d even had added a little of her own. I learned that night that girls as young as Candy didn’t produce a lot of lubrication and when they did, it wasn’t for very long — even if they came. I realized then that whenever I did anything with her, I’d have to use lubricant or she’d get chafed and raw.

With the party over and Candy wiped out from her little girl cum, I carried the tiny princess upstairs to bed. I warmed a washcloth and cleaned Candy’s vulva, put a clean pair of panties on her and covered her up. I then went to bed and choked my chicken and dumped a huge load into a hand towel, but with the evening’s events, I was still primed and had some trouble getting to sleep.

I always sleep in the nude and I wasn’t going to change my habits for little Miss Chastity Belt. I had covered up with a sheet, when I was awakened by someone tugging on my arm. I turned to the culprit to see Candy standing next to the bed. I looked at the clock and it was three in the morning. I asked her, “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

She had her hand between her legs and she replied, “Go pee.”

Jackpot! This is working out faster than I ever thought. Pussy Princess doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to give Daddy an amber cocktail!

“Come up here, baby girl” I said as I pulled her up next to me.

“No, go pee,” she repeated.

“Okay, okay,” I said, “Daddy doesn’t feel like getting out of bed.”

I pulled her panties off and crawled between her legs. I said to her, “Now when you hear me hum, just go ahead and pee in Daddy’s mouth, okay?”

“Huh?” she replied.

“You heard me. When I hum, you go pee in Daddy’s mouth. It’ll be okay, Sweetie. You’ll like it I assure you.”

When I peeled open her little peach, she smelled a little musky: probably from her earlier cum. I knew she was holding it, so I put my mouth over her urethra and hummed. Well, she must have had to go because she immediately let loose. I drank like a parched camel and she tasted salty, light and delicious!

When she finished, I smacked my lips and crawled up and kissed her and whispered, “See, Daddy will always be here to take care of you. Did you like peeing in Daddy’s mouth?”

“Uh huh, wuv you, Daddy.”

“Well, from now on, whenever you gotta go pee, you tell Daddy ‘cus he likes to drink your delicious pee. Okay?”

“Uh huh. Pee-pee in Daddy’s mouf.”

“That’s right, baby girl. And you know what I’m gonna do now because you was a good pussy princess and peed in Daddy’s mouth?”

“Unt uh,” she replied shaking her head no.

“Daddy’s gonna lick your pussy clean. Would you like Daddy to lick Baby’s pussy?”

She just shrugged with her thumb in her mouth. Boy, I thought, as much as she sucks that thumb, I bet she’ll be a world champion cocksucker!

“Well, baby girl, you’re in for a treat! Daddy’s gonna make you feel better than he did with his finger. Would you like that?”

That got her attention! She nodded vigorously, pulled her thumb from her mouth and said, “Uh huh” with a grin.

A woman of few words: how rare! At least she’s straight to the point.

I turned on the bedside lamp because I wanted to inspect my little pussy princess’ charms up close and personal. I was simply floored! She truly had a pretty pussy! Candy, like Twila, is a warm, lovely chocolate brown. Her fat, ripe peach was simply scrumptious! She had fat, puffy pussy lips with a pronounced coral pink hood. I peeled open her tiny flower and I saw her tiny vaginal opening. I opened her gently a little more to see her whitish colored hymen with a trellis of holes in it. I was crestfallen. I thought, That latticework of a barrier is gonna be painful to break

I pulled her legs up a little more and looked at her tiny brown anus. She had a perfect five point star and as I pulled her legs open a little more, it winked and opened a tad. I just groaned. I leaned in and kissed her right in the center of that little brown star. When she felt my tongue on her anus, she lifted up on her elbows to see what was going on. I smiled up at her and she grinned back. I took another lick and looked up and grinned again. Again, she smiled back. We repeated this playful exchange about two or three times and each time I progressively licked her some more. On the last exchange, she giggled.

When I started to chow down, she giggled and watched me eat her little ass. When I pointed my tongue and started pushing it into her ass, her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped. I pulled out and asked her, “You like Daddy eating your little chocolate poopy?”

She grinned, nodded and said “Uh huh.”

In a day or two day, I thought, she’s gonna say ‘Mmm hmmm’ with my dick in her mouth.

“Well you just watch Daddy have a late night snack and enjoy the show, okay?”

“Otay,” she answered with a grin.

I dove in and started chowing down on baby brown bung hole and boy was she good! Candy just looked on in amazement as I slowly tongue fucked her little nether hole. She stared wide-eyed and started breathing through her mouth. After having an appetizer of Candied rosette, I moved up to the main course: chocolate truffled peach in ethnic toddler sauce.

Her eyes really lit up when I swiped up through her crease. When I circled her little tingle button she squeaked and whooshed out a breath of air. I smiled up at her and she grinned and I said, “Liked that didn’t you?”

Still bug-eyed, she nodded slowly and said “Uh huh!”

“Well, Sweetheart, sit back and enjoy the ride.” With that, I dove in and ate her out good! Her mama didn’t know that she named that little girl just right. Candy’s pussy was as soft, sweet and fluffy as a marshmallow. She had a very light musky smell and taste and I could swear she was as sweet as sugar.

My little pussy princess fell back to the bed, reached down and grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled. Like I said, a woman of few words and straight to the point; she was telling me, “Eat that chocolate pussy, Daddy!”

About five minutes later, Candy came on my tongue, but this time, she arched her back, went stiff and squealed like a stuck pig, then went limp. As Candy panted in a daze, I heard a creak in the hallway. I turned slightly and saw a shadow just outside my bedroom door. Eat your heart out, Ice Princess, I thought. Hope you got a good show; we certainly enjoyed it.

I gave my tiny lover a gentle tongue cleaning and crawling up the bed and pulled her into a spoon. I raised her leg and seated my cock in her crease. It only took me about twenty strokes before I coated her chocolate colored tummy and mons with my white cream. I rubbed in into her tummy, turned off the light and fell asleep a satisfied man.