Little Girls in the Handyman’s Building (Dixie and Marissa) – Pt. 2

Vince revisits Kimmy. He also unexpectedly finds sister with a secret in his building. Soon he’d give them more things to keep secret.

Today was the fourth time Vince had molested little Kimmy.

Glancing at the Hello Kitty clock on her nightstand, he gave the 14 year old girl’s tender ass cheek a final squeeze. Sliding his soft cock from her mouth, he said “Honey, you did a good job. It’s all clean.”

Five minutes earlier, Vince had fucked the tiny child, filling her tight pussy with his cum. Lifting her narrow hips off his cock, he turned her body, resting her small innocent white face above his cum-covered black shaft.
Instructing the little girl to suck off all the cum, Kimmy had cleaned it with her soft lips and tongue.

“Honey, you better get dressed. Mommy will be home soon.” It was time for Vince to leave. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow,” he said, his fingertip slipping into her tight cum-filled opening.

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. She was still tasting his cum.

The next day, Vince knocked on another apartment door.
The door cracked open. A small girl looking up at him.
“Hi Honey,” he said with a friendly tone. “I’m Vince. I’m the maintenance man. Is your mommy or daddy home?”
The young girl shook her head – No.

“OK Sweetie. Did they tell you I was going to fix your stove?”
A moment later, Vince stepped into the apartment. “What’s your name Sweetie?” he asked, with his best grandpa voice.

“I’m Dixie,” the cute brown haired girl replied. Short and flat chested, Vince wondered how old she was. Her brown eye filled with sweet innocence.
“Hi Dixie,” he said. “I bet you’re… 16?” He knew she was younger.

Giggling, she replied, “No. I’m only 14. But my sister is 15. Her name’s Marissa.”
It was so easy to manipulate these helpful little victims. “Is she home?” he asked, wondering if the cute child was alone.

“Yep,” Dixie acknowledged. “She’s in our bedroom.”
“Can you get her, honey? I’d like to let her know why I’m here.” Vince wanted to see Marissa, her face and body – was she as adorable as her little sister?

Vince watched Dixie walk away. He wanted her tiny ass cheeks in his hands, around his cock.

A few seconds later, the two girls emerged from their bedroom. Vince smiled at the older girl with long platinum blonde hair and large tits. It was difficult to believe she was only 15.

Wearing a T-shirt with childish cartoon images, Marissa’s C-cup tits pushed hard against the cloth.
“Hi, I’m Vince, the fix-it guy,” he said smiling.

“My sis told me,” Marissa replied, only glancing at his face. Her demeanor didn’t match her body. She seemed frightened – almost terrified. Vince wondered what had caused this girl to become so withdrawn.

Always carrying candy in his tool box, he offered both girls a few pieces. Dixie took the treats and began chattering the way little girls do. As he talked with Marissa, she slowly began 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 little ones.
Looking at the stove, he quickly found the problem. It presented the perfect opportunity for him to fondle his newest helper. The stove’s electrical plug had simply slipped a ¼” loose from the socket.

“Dixie,” he said, “I’m too old to reach that cord.” Dropping to his knees in front of the young girl, he asked, “Can you be my helper today?”
Lifting his hands to her hips, his fingers gently slid over her small ass cheeks. “Can you push that plug back into the socket?” Holding her hips, he gently moved 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.
“OK,” she said, eagerly. Bending down, reaching behind the stove, she pressed the plug back into the wall.

Kneeling in front of him, Vince said, “Dixie, stay there for a minute. You have something on your shorts.” Running his right hand over the small of her back, he gently brushed down, over her ass cheeks. Moving lower, he slipped his fingers between her thighs, as he pretended to dust her off.

“Honey,” he explained, sliding his hand up her bare inner leg, “you have something all over you.”
Easing his fingers under the loose cloth of her shorts, his fingertips slid upward, touching the warm flesh of her small ass cheek.

“Ohhhhhh,” Dixie gasped, feeling his fingers on her soft skin.
“It’s OK, honey,” Vince said, “I think I got it all this time.” Moving his hand once more over her round ass, he slowly retracted it from under her shorts.

Backing out from behind the stove, Dixie stood, looking at black man. He knew this was the pivotal moment. How would the little girl respond?
A second later, Vince was surprised.

“That’s what Marissa does,” Dixie said naively. “I didn’t know anyone else… liked that.”
Vince, on his knees, reached for her slim hips. “Dixie, your sister touches you down there?”
Dixie nodded.

“Do you like it… when she touches you? Does she do other things?” Vince wondered how much these two sisters had done to each other.
“Her fingers tickle sometimes,” Dixie replied. “But I like her…” Dixie leaned closer to Vince’s face, whispering, “her mouth, when she does that tongue things.”

Vince wrapped his left arms around the child’s back. His right hand slipped slowly between her legs.
“Honey,” Vince whispered, “Is this where Marissa puts her tongue… in here?” Gently pressing the cloth of her shorts against Dixie’s tiny hole, he wiggled the tip of his index finger.

“Ummmm,” Dixie moaned, feeling the black man’s large hand between her legs. “Yes, right there,” the little girl acknowledge. “She’ll do it after you leave. She does it every day.”

“That’s so nice,” Vince acknowledged, his fingers slipping beneath her shorts. Wiggling under her cotton panties, his middle finger eased along the crack of her warm pussy lips. His touches had caused Dixie to become mildly aroused. Vince enjoyed the moistness between her legs.

“I’d love to watch you and Marissa do that.” Vince’s fingers moved faster, hoping to entice Dixie to ask her sister. “Would she do that for me… for you honey?”
Dixie’s body began to shake, as his fingers molesting her hairless cunt.

Looking innocently at Vince, Dixie gasped, “I can… ask… her.”
Vince’s finger moved quicker. He knew this precious girl was about to cum. Suddenly, he saw Marissa entered the kitchen.

“Maaaaarisssssa,” Dixie groaned, as her knees wobbled causing her body to nearly collapse.
Vince hugged the small child’s body against his. His fingertip moved gently over her tiny clit. Dixie was cumming. Her warm liquid oozed onto his fingers.

Marissa stood in the doorway, watching the black man molest her younger sister. She could see Vince’s fingers were under Dixie’s shorts – probably inside her panties. Marissa knew the sounds her younger sister made when she cum.

Vince watched Marissa’s face as his fingers enjoyed Dixie’s warm cum. Pulling his hand from the little girl’s panties, he said, “Dixie told me you put your tongue in her.”
Marissa’s eyes grew wide knowing her secret was exposed.
“Sweetie,” Vince said, “I’d love to see you and your sister play together.”

Marissa stared at the big black man. Her own cunt was soaked, having watched what her baby sister had just experienced. But she was also scared. This man, what if he wanted more than to -- just watch.

Taking a deep breath, Marissa asked shyly, “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. Looking at her beautiful body, he suspected he knew what it’d been.

“No, Marissa,” Vince replied with his tender grandfatherly tone. “I just want to watch you and your baby sister enjoy each other.”
Marissa looked at him for nearly 30 seconds before finally replying. “OK, if you promise… just watch.”

Vince nodded, lifting Dixie into his arms. “Let’s go to your bedroom, Marissa.”
Following her down the hallway, he wanted her sweet body. He knew his cock was rock hard and he’d so enjoy fucking Marissa’s pussy. But he’d promised.
He’d be patient. These sisters would be worth the wait.

Lowering Dixie next to her bed, Vince watched Marissa slipped off her blouse. Her young tits sprung free. “Get naked,” she instructed Dixie, as she pushed her own shorts and panties to the floor.
Vince watched the two children strip. He could hardly contain his excitement. Their small bald cunts looked delicious, inviting and desirable.

“Marissa,” he asked humbly, “I won’t touch either of you. But is it OK if I jerk off… and cum while I watch?”
“You won’t… do anything else?” she cautiously asked.
Vince could tell Marissa was scared. “No Sweetie, just jerk off and cum.”

Dixie moved onto the bed, innocently spreading her slender legs.
Vince watched Marissa lower her mouth to Dixie’s pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhh siiiiiss,” Dixie groaned a second later.

Vince slowly pulled his hand over his long black cock. He watched Marissa bring her little sister to another orgasm almost immediately.
Dixie’s tiny pussy pressed against her sister’s lips as her sweet cum flowed.
Marissa’s tongue extended deep into Dixie’s small cunt, licking and sucking the warm cum into her mouth, then eagerly swallowing.

Marissa turned her body, swinger her right leg over Dixie’s face.
Vince stood at the bedside, watched the sisters, these two lovely children, bring each other to multiple orgasms with their tongues.

Marissa’s pussy wiggled against Dixie’s lips. Spreading her legs wider, Marissa gave Dixie’s tongue deeper access to her petite hole.

As Dixie’s small tongue probed deeper, Marissa lifted her face from between her baby sister’s legs. “Ummmmm, Diiix. My clit... my cuuuum,” Marissa begged, as she fed her baby sister warm cum.

Vince watched the two precious body’s quivering, their cunts thrusting simultaneously into the others mouth.

Another ten minutes passed. The sisters continued filling each other’s tummies with their cum.
Standing close to the two children, he stroked his cock, looking lustfully at their sweet faces -- still between the other’s legs.

Dixie’s brown eyes, barely visible beneath her sister’s legs and petite ass cheeks, stared at him.
Vince stepped closer to her as she wiggled her mouth a few inches from under Marissa’s wet pussy lips.
Dixie’s right arm extended toward Vince. Her tiny fingers wiggling in the air, the way little girls do when something they want, is out of reach.

“You want this honey?” Vince asked softly, pointing his cock at her face.
Her small head nodded.
Vince bent forward, lowering his precum coated shaft to the child’s hand. The young innocent girl’s fingers touched his cock.

“Ohhhhh Dixie,” he moaned softly. The first touch of a new little victim was always a special moment.

Wrapping his black hand over Dixie’s tiny white fingers, he showed her how to jerk his cock. Her hand gently gripped his shaft, moved up and down with precious inexperience.
Moments later, her grip tightened, pulling his cock toward her face.

Vince’s moved his knee onto the mattress, near Marissa’s knee.
His precum coated shaft slid easily between Dixie’s small fingers.

“Closer,” she said with childish innocence and enthusiasm.
Vince’s right hand touched Marissa’s ass cheek. Her body tensed, but she didn’t move away.

Leaning above Dixie’s face, still partially hidden under her sister’s quivering cunt, Vince lowered the head of his cock toward the girl’s adorable virgin mouth.
Her tongue extended, the tip barely touching the end of his shaft. Her soft flesh slipped across the precum oozing opening.

Ten seconds later, his first shot of cum erupted onto Dixie’s tongue, sliding down into the little girl’s open mouth.

To his amazement, the sweet child’s hand never stopped her immature tugging.
A second long thick string of cum gushed out, landing on Dixie’s nose and lips. Her tongue retracted, her lips closed. The tiny girl was swallowing his cum.

Immediately her mouth reopened, eagerly accepting two more shots of his black cock’s warm goo.

When he’d spilled its load, Vince watched the little girl lick his cum from her lips. “Dixie… Honey…” he said softly, “I wasn’t going to….”

Marissa raised her face from between Dixie’s legs. Smiling at the black man, who’d just cum in her baby sister’s mouth, she shyly stammered, “It’s OK. You’re nice… you didn’t… hurt us.”

Sitting on the bed near Marissa’s face, Vince tenderly said, “No Honey, I’d never do that.” Extending his arm to Marissa’s head, he gently stroked her cheek. “If you let me come back, I promise not to hurt you then either.”

Marissa moved from over Dixie’s body seeing her baby sister’s cum splattered face. “OK,” Marissa said, “I think Dixie and me can trust you.”

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