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By Famman
Vince Unexpectedly finds young sisters with a secret. There is more to their story, but he is content with his first encounter.
During the next two weeks, Vince had visited Kimmy’s apartment four times.
Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, he gave 10 year old Kimmy’s cunt one more kiss. He slid his tongue along the child’s pussy lips, gathering the last drops of her sweet cum.
“Honey,” he said softly, “You better get dressed. Mommy will be home in about 30 minutes.” Vince was always careful to leave his young victims homes long before their parents arrived. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow,” he said, giving her soft flat tummy a kiss.
A few minutes later as they stood near the front door, Kimmy gave the 66 year old black man – her secret friend – one final hug. Giggling and licking her lips, she said, “You’re yummy.”
Vince lightly patted the top of her head. He’d just cum in her small white mouth but he felt his cock growing hard again, seeing the eagerness of this child to be molested by him.
Walking back to his office, he took inventory of the young girls in his building. He’d found one other little girl, Ella, with the right body and age, but hadn’t had the chance to get her alone. Until he could find a few more children, Kimmy was sufficient.
Unexpected Sisters
The next day there was only one apartment with a problem. Knocking on the door, he found no one home. He’d have to come back later.
Though he had a pass-key, it was always his policy to try to be in the apartment when someone was home. It just avoided potential problems.
It was 3:30. If he couldn’t find someone this time, he’d have to use his key.
Knocking, he heard footsteps approaching.
The door cracked open. He saw a small girl looking up at him.
“Hi Honey,” he said smiling. “I’m Vince. I’m the maintenance man. Is your mommy or daddy home?”
The young girl shook her head – No.
“OK Sweetie,” Vince said, “Did they tell you I was going to fix your stove today?”
Removing the door chain, she opened the door.
Vince stepped into the apartment looking at the shy child. “What’s your name Honey?” he asked, with his best grandpa voice.
“I’m Dixie,” the small brown haired girl replied. Short and flat chested, Vince wondered how old she was. Her big brown eye stared up at the black man who towered over her.
“Hi Dixie,” he said. “I bet you’re… 14?” He knew she was much younger than that.
Giggling, she began to relax in the presence of this stranger. “No. I’m 10. But my sister’s 12. Her name’s Marissa.”
Vince was always amazed how quickly children volunteered information. It was so easy to manipulate these helpful little victims. “Is she home, too?” he asked, wondering if the tiny 10 year old girl was alone.
“Yep,” Dixie said, “She’s in our room.”
“OK, honey, can you get her? I’d like to let her know who I am and why I’m here.” Vince wasn’t really going to let the 12 year old girl know why he was there – at least not yet.
Sure, he’d fix the stove, but his real purpose was something else. He wanted to see Marissa, her body, her face – was she as adorable as her little sister?
Vince watched Dixie walk down the hallway. He wanted her tiny ass cheeks in his hands.
A few seconds later, the two girls emerged from their bedroom. Vince smiled at the older girl having difficulty believing she was only 12. Perhaps it was Marissa’s long platinum blonde hair, or her tits. Her body was… far more developed than any 12 year old he’d ever seen.
Wearing a T-shirt with cartoon images much too childish for a 12 year old girl, her large B-cup — maybe C-cup — tits pushed hard against the cloth. Her narrow hips swung with the maturity of a much older girl.
“Hi, I’m Vince, the fix-it guy,” he said smiling at Marissa.
“My sis told me,” she replied, only glancing at his face. Her demeanor didn’t match her body. She wasn’t simply shy. She seemed frightened – almost terrified. Vince wondered what had happened to cause this little girl to become so withdrawn.
He wasn’t sure if her attitude was going to be helpful or detrimental to his deviant desires.
Always carrying candy in his tool box, he offered both girls a few pieces. Dixie took the sweet treats and began chattering the way little girls do. As he watched Marissa, he saw she was beginning to relax. Maybe – he thought – she’s just shy around big black men.
Vince walked to the kitchen, followed closely by Dixie. He decided to make her his helper. It always worked with the younger ones.
Looking at the stove, he quickly found the problem. So easy it presented the perfect opportunity for him to fondle his helper. The stove’s electrical plug had simply come loose from the socket.
“Dixie,” he said, “I’m too old to reach that cord.” Dropping to his knees in front of the little girl, he asked, “Can you be my helper today?” Lifting his hands to her hips, his fingers wrapped over her small ass cheeks under her shorts.
“Can you push that plug back into the socket?” Vince held her hips in place, moving his fingers up and down over her ass.
He watched her eyes, her body for any kind of objection to his touch. There was none.
His friendly grandpa act had soothed her into acceptance.
“OK,” she said, eagerly. Bending down, reaching behind the stove, her hand pressed the plug back into the wall.
On her knees, Vince said, “Dixie, stay there for a minute. You have something on your clothes.” Running his hand over the small of her back, he gently brushed both over her ass cheeks. Moving lower, he slipped his fingers between her thighs, as he pretended to dust her off.
“Honey,” he said, sliding his hands up her bare inner leg, “you have something all over you.”
Easing his fingers under the loose cloth of her shorts, his fingertips slipped up touching the warm flesh of her ass cheeks.
“Ohhhhhh,” Dixie exclaimed, feeling his fingers on her soft skin.
“It’s OK, honey,” Vince said, “I think I got it all this time.” Moving his hands one more time over her ass cheeks, he slowly pulled his hands from under her shorts.
Backing out from behind the stove, Dixie stood, looking at Vince. He knew this was the pivotal moment. How would the little girl respond?
A second later, Vince was surprised by her statement.
“That’s what Marissa does,” Dixie said. “I didn’t know any… I mean other than her… liked that.”
Vince, on his knees, reached for the child’s hips, as she stood in front of him. “Dixie, your sister touches you like that?”
Dixie nodded her head.
“Do you like it… when she touches you? Does she do other things, too?” Vince wondered how much these two sisters had done to each other.
“Her fingers tickle sometimes,” Dixie replied. “But I like her…” Dixie leaned close to Vince’s face, whispering, “her mouth, when she does that tongue things.”
Vince pulled Dixie closer, moving his left arms around the child’s back. His right hand slipped between her legs, lifting his fingers to her pussy.
“Honey,” Vince whispered, “Is this where Marissa puts her tongue… in here?” Gently pressing the cloth of her shorts against Dixie’s tiny cunt, he wiggled the tip of his index finger.
“Ummmm,” Dixie gasped, feeling the black man’s large hand between her legs. “Yes, right there,” she acknowledge, closing her eyes. “If you leave soon, she’ll do it today. She does it every day.”
“Ohhhh Sweetie,” Vince moaned, as his fingertips slipping under her short again. Wiggling his fingers under her panties, his middle finger eased along the crack between her tiny wet pussy lips. His touches had caused Dixie to become mildly aroused. Vince enjoyed the warmth he felt between her legs.
“I’d love to watch you and Marissa do that.” Vince’s fingers moved slightly faster, hoping to entice Dixie to ask her sister. “Would she do that for me… for you honey?”
Vince felt Dixie’s body beginning to shake, as his fingers continued molesting the 10 year old child’s pussy.
Looking innocently at Vince, Dixie gasped, “I can… can ask… her.”
Vince’s finger moved quicker. Just as he was about to pull his hand from under the little girl’s shorts, Marissa entered the kitchen.
“Ummmmmm… Maaaaarisssssa,” Dixie moaned, as her knees wobbled causing her body to nearly collapse.
Vince held the small child’s body in place as his fingertip moved gently over her tiny clit. He knew Dixie was cumming, he could feel her warm liquid oozing onto his fingers.
Marissa stood in the doorway, watching the black man molest her little sister. She could see Vince’s fingers were under Dixie’s shorts and she knew the sounds her sister made when she cum.
He looked at Marissa as his hand finished Dixie’s orgasm. Pulling his fingers from the little girl’s wet pussy, he said, “Dixie told me you eat her every day.”
Marissa’s eyes grew wide knowing her secret was exposed.
“Honey,” Vince said, “I’d love to see you and your sister have fun together.”
Marissa stood staring at the stranger. She knew her own cunt was soaked, having watched what her little sister had just experienced. But she was also scared. This man, this stranger, what if he wanted more than to just watch.
Taking a deep breath, Marissa asked, “Just watch? You won’t… hurt me… us?”
Vince was stunned by her question. It wasn’t one he’d ever been asked, by any of the children he’d molested over the years.
Something had happened to Marissa, he realized. Looking at her body, he suspected he knew what it was.
“No, Marissa,” Vince said, putting on his best grandfatherly attitude. “I just want to watch you and your little sister enjoy each other.”
Marissa looked at him for nearly 30 seconds before finally replying. “OK, if you promise… just watch.”
Vince nodded his head, lifting Dixie into his arms. “Let’s go to your bedroom, Marissa.” Following her down the hallway, he couldn’t help lusting after her 12 year old body. He knew his cock was rock hard and he would so enjoy fucking her pussy. But he’d promised. He’d be patient. These sisters would be worth the wait.
Standing Dixie next to the bed, Vince asked, “Marissa, can I sit on the bed, so I can see you and Dixie?”
Marissa nodded, as she slipped off her blouse. Her young tits sprung free a few seconds later. “Get naked,” she instructed Dixie, as she pushed her own shorts and panties to the floor.
Vince watched the two children strip in front of him. He could hardly contain his excitement at what he was about to witness.
“Marissa,” he asked, “I won’t touch either of you. But is it OK if I jerk off… and cum while I watch?”
“I… but you won’t… do anything else?” she cautiously asked before agreeing.
Vince could tell Marissa was scared of him, or men or maybe just cocks. There was more to her than he knew.
Dixie moved onto the bed, spreading her slender legs.
Vince watched as Marissa lowered her mouth to Dixie’s pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhh siiiiiss,” Dixie groaned a second later.
Vince pulled his hand over his long black cock as Marissa’s eyes glanced repeatedly toward him. He watched as her mouth brought her little sister to another orgasm almost immediately. Marissa drove her tongue into Dixie’s small cunt, licking and sucking the warm cum into her mouth, then eagerly swallowing.
Marissa turned her body around, moving her hips over Dixie’s face.
Sitting on the other bed, Vince watched as the two sister, these two lovely children, brought each other to orgasms with their tongues.
Marissa’s hips pushed down, opening her legs wider giving Dixie deeper access to her warm fluid.
“Ummmmm, Diiix” Marissa moaned, feeling his sister’s tongue pushing up into her opening. “My clit… my cuuuum,” Marissa called, lifting her mouth momentarily from Dixie’s cunt.
Vince watched the two small body’s quivering, their hips thrusting simultaneously into the others mouth. These sister had found delight in each other’s bodies.
Seeing the little girl’s body’s relaxing, Vince knew the show was over. Standing, he gave his cock a few more strokes, as he looked lustfully at the two children.
Looking at the two girls, their faces still between the other’s legs, he felt his first shot of cum fly from the tip of his cock. Though he honestly didn’t mean to do it, his cum flew through the air, landing on Marissa’s back. His second string fell on Dixie’s side, below Marissa’s large tits.
A minute passed as his remaining cum fell to the floor.
He looked at the two girls, each of whom had received a splattering of his cum. He softly said, “I’m sorry little ones. It never shoots that far.”
Marissa smiled at the black man, who’d just watched her eat her little sister’s pussy. “It’s OK. You’re nice… you didn’t… hurt us.”
“No Honey,” Vince said, sitting on the bed near Dixie’s feet. Extending his arm to Marissa’s head, he gently stroked her face and hair. “If you let me watch again, I promise not to hurt you then either.”
Marissa moved from over Dixie’s body. The two little girls looked at each other.
“OK,” Marissa said, “I think Dixie and me can trust you.”
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