Found Girls

a Short Story

by Varangian

Edited by Kellis

My mind boggled at the number of people who came out of the van at the truckstop where I was filling my tank: at least fourteen or more noisy men, women and children shouting at two young girls who stood apart from them.  The girls remained in the drizzly night when the others entered the combination restaurant and convenience store.  The smaller one was obviously sobbing.  I went over to them after I finished with the pump.

“What’s the problem?” I asked the taller one, who could not have been older than eleven.

“They threw us out,” she said sullenly.  “They don’t want to bother with us anymore because they’re almost broke and we’re not part of their family.”

“I’m hungry!” the smaller one bawled.

She stood a head shorter than her companion and appeared to be about nine years old.  Both of them were filthy and emitted the pissy stench of long unwashed little girl bodies and clothes.

“You mean they intend to just leave you here?” I asked incredulously.

“They said we’d better be gone when they come out or they’ll beat us.”

The girls were neither pretty nor homely, but they had the virtue of pre-teen youth, a quality that excited me.

“I have a cabin on a nearby lake,” I said to the older one.  “You could stay with me until we find a way out of your problem.”

“It’s better than starving in the rain,” she responded, looking me straight in the face.  Her bitterness included a sneer.  I knew she recognized me for the pedophile I was.

I loaded them into my back seat and turned the fan on full, regretting that the rain prevented open windows.  They were rank.  In the few minutes of the drive to my cabin, actually a three bedroom house with a dock, I reflected that little girl piss should not be so unpleasant to a pedophile who wanted to practice and not just dream.

We arrived shortly.  I had no neighbors, because the land around me was part of a state forest.  “You must be rich,” the older girl exclaimed with a hint of awe in her voice as she surveyed the property.

“You think so,” I responded, “only because you’re so poor.  Let’s get out of the rain.”

We rushed into the house.

“I have plenty of food for you, but first you have to take a shower.  You smell bad.”

We stood in my cozy kitchen, which seemed to dazzle the two kids, who turned and looked about.

“And I want to wash your clothes,” I added.

“What will we wear after our shower, mister?” the taller girl asked with another sneer.

“You’ve been naked with guys before,” I guessed, looking directly at their dirty faces.

The smaller one nodded her head slightly, confirming my suspicion that not even the nine year old was a virgin.

“After the shower,” the taller one said boldly, “you’ll give us something to eat before … you know?”

“Yes, of course,” I assured them.  “Would you like some hash and eggs?”

The little girl nodded her head vigorously and the larger one added a contemptuous smile.  I showed them to the bathroom.

“Be sure to wash your hair,” I admonished the two of them and turned back to the kitchen to prepare the food.

* * *

I had long fantasized about girls their age and boys a little older, but I had never touched young flesh, not ever.  My hands trembled in anticipation as I fixed their meal at the stove, and my cock was rigid.  After a few minutes they came into the room, naked and clean, still moist from the shower.  I gasped at the sight of their exquisite young bodies.  I could not appreciate all of their lovely parts at once, and my attention riveted on their succulent thighs and hairless groins.  The older girl had small breasts, not a handful but perfectly formed.  I reached a trembling hand to touch one, but the girl stepped back.

She snarled, “You said you’d feed us first.”

“Yes,” I agreed, almost embarrassed.  “It’s on the stove.  Help yourself.”

As the girls rushed to their dinner, I went to my bedroom and took two shirts from the closet.  I waited until the gobbling sounds eased and returned to the kitchen.

“Here,” I said, offering them the shirts.  “You can wear these.”

They grabbed the garments and put them on.  The small girl had a chest as flat as a boy’s, but her legs were shapely, and she was the prettier of the two.

“Have you had enough to eat?” I asked solicitously.

They both nodded their heads, looking askance at me, showing what they expected next.  Neither of them seemed to be at all worried.  I was actually uncertain how to proceed.  They looked so darling in the shirts.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested nervously.

“It’s time to fuck, Alice,” the older said to the younger.  Alice smiled slightly.

I would take the younger one first, I decided.  She seemed to be more agreeable.  I led them to my bedroom, and as I unbuttoned Alice’s shirt with trembling fingers the other one sprawled on the bed.  I scooted the naked little girl onto the bed and then stood to take off my clothes.

“You’re well hung, mister,” the older one commented in seeming appreciation of my jutting erection.

Stripping off everything but my wristwatch, I ignored her.  The lovely flesh of the nine year old was too fascinating.  I crouched over it on the bed while hands and mouth explored it.  My tongue parted her bare, not quite puffy vaginal lips and verified that she was no virgin.  Two fingers entered her readily.  I licked on her thighs and lapped at the hairless cunt.

“She’s too young to feel a big one, mister,” the avid sister advised me.

I raised my head from Alice’s groin.  “But you’re not, I take it.”

“Oh, no.  I love to fuck, mister.  I’m a screamer.”

“I’ll get to you soon enough,” I promised.

The small girl taken in the missionary position would be lost beneath me.  I flopped onto the bed.  “Get on top,” I instructed her.

She quickly straddled my body, wriggled herself onto my cock and closed her eyes.  A slight smile suggested she enjoyed the swollen penetration.  My hands were free and I used them to explore her young body as she bobbed mostly forward and backward in short movements.  Her flesh was soft but substantial enough, yielding to my grip.  Her buttocks cheeks fit my clasping hands perfectly.  I caressed her anus, inserting half the first digit.  She grimaced, biting her lower lip with the upper row of teeth.  It was not an expression of pain.

“She’s about to come, mister,” said the older girl said, her head next to mine, “but it won’t be a big one.”

Alice shivered, uttered a pent-up sigh and slumped above me unmoving.

“She’s finished now,” the older girl said.  Her face was so close to mine that I felt her hot breath.

“I’m almost there!” I cried and encircled my lover’s back, pulling her down to me and thrusting strongly upward in my excitement.  I exploded in a tremendous orgasm, squirting copiously into the small body.

“Save some for me,” the older girl chided with a chuckle.

Alice rolled off me, falling partly on her sister.

“Let’s go to another bed,” the older girl suggested and got to her feet.  I joined her, but I paused to look back at Alice who had curled sleepily on her side, a thumb in her mouth.

“Come on,” the other insisted, pulling on me.  “You’ll fuck her again later.  Now it’s my turn.”

“What’s your name?” I asked her as we left the room.

“Nora.  What’s yours?”

“Jack.”  I guided her into the kitchen.

“Ain’t no bed in here,” she observed sulkily.

“I’d like to have something to drink and to dance naked with you, Nora.  Would you like to get a bit tipsy?”

“Sure, Jack, but if you mean to fuck me up the ass, get me out cold first.”

“That’s not what I had in mind, although I take your suggestion as an invitation.”

“I can’t stand feeling it.  It was awful the first time.  How old are you, Jack?”

“Twenty-eight.”

“You look younger.  I thought only old guys loved it up the ass.”

“I didn’t say I loved it.”  I opened a cupboard.  “Do you want whiskey or vodka?”

“Ain’t had neither before.  Maybe vodka?”

I fixed two large vodkas on ice and handed her one.  We stood in the middle of the kitchen and sipped our drinks.  She wrinkled her nose at the first taste of the alcohol.

“It’s strong,” she murmured, but took another sip.

I placed my glass on the counter and began to unbutton her shirt.  I wanted to see those little girl titties again.  Nora took yet another gulp and grinned at me.

“I love to fuck, Jack,” she slurred, “ever since I was seven and one of my older brothers did me.  I felt my first big one when I was ten, just a year ago.”

“Tell me about that.”  I pinched her nipples gently.

“Ooo!” she shivered.  “Tell you what?”

“How many older brothers did you have?”

“Four.  And two younger.  Me and Alice was the only girls.”

“Which of your brothers fucked you?”

“All of them.  Well, not the youngest.  He was just a baby.”  She giggled.  “But he could get a hard-on when you sucked him.”

When I put two fingers into her wet cunt, her bottom began to undulate.  “So you’ve been fucking for four years.”

“Yeah, I guess.  Ooo, Jack, that’s good!”

I pulled the naked girl into my arms and prompted her to dance slowly, even though there was no music.  Her head lay against my chest as we moved.  Her head was the size of an eleven-year-old but its contents were more like thirty.  She smelled soapy fresh.

“Will you lick on me, Jack?  If you want to hear me scream.”

“I want to eat you up, Nora, but you sound woozy.  Let’s go to bed.”

I half carried the girl to another bedroom and laid her on the bed.  Her head fell back, mouth open.  She was asleep.  I contemplated going down on her and then fucking her, but my pressure had already been relieved.  Unconscious, she probably wouldn’t be stimulating enough — unless I was the kind who enjoyed fucking the helpless.

I decided not.  Besides, I was tired.  I would do the girl in the morning when she might actually scream.  I fell into bed beside her and pulled her soft body against me.

How does it feel to realize a dream?  It was rich, too rich to lose it.  I would never let them go.  I resolved to find some way to keep both of them.  I thought about that as I fell asleep with my mouth on a pubescent tit.

* * *

When I awoke the next morning the double bed contained both girls.  Nora snored loudly on her back.  Alice was cupped to me from behind, one arm thrown around my waist.  I could sense from the light outside that it was perhaps seven o’clock.  I dislodged Alice when I rose up.  Perched on the edge of the bed, she slid to the floor with a giggle.

“Good morning, mister,” she grinned up at me.

I put a finger to my lips and nodded at Nora, who snorted in her sleep.  We left the bedroom stealthily.  I led her by the hand to the screened-in porch that looked out on the lake.

“This is bee-youtiful!” she exclaimed in a delighted, little-girl voice.  She rushed off the porch, letting the screen door bang, and ran onto the dock. 

I watched her sit and dangle her feet in the water, splashing vigorously.

“Do you have something for a sour stomach?” a voice behind me asked.

Lovely Nora stood naked in the doorway with both hands on her belly.  “That vodka didn’t agree with me.”

“Milk in the fridge, Nora.  That might help.”

It was a beautiful morning that I shared with my houris.  The Muslim heaven could be no better, I thought.  Nora came back to the porch and stood beside me with a glass of milk in her hand.  We watched Alice jump from the dock and stand shoulder deep in the water.  She squealed at the shock of its coolness.

“Is she really your sister?” I asked.  Nora nodded and said with a sniff, “One way or the other.”

I ran my hand up and down her back and then felt her buttocks.

“Do you like what you feel, Jack?”

“Absolutely!” I said with enthusiasm.

“Did you fuck me last night?”

“Uh, you don’t remember?”

“No.  I remember you carrying me to bed.  My asshole ain’t sore.”

“Quit worrying about that.”

“Should I quit?  You know we can’t tell you, ‘No.’”

Before I could respond she added bitterly, “We’re always depending on guys that fuck us.”

“Guys like me?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable and removing my hand.

“You’re the best so far, Jack.”

She sounded world weary, incredibly so for an eleven-year-old.  I touched her again more affectionately, placing my hand on the back of her neck.  She leaned against me.

“How did this happen to you,” I asked in a low voice.

“We ran away six months ago.  I know you can tell we’re from West Virginia.”

I nodded my head.

“It was miserable there.  We lived in an old barn with eight brothers and sisters and six cousins, always hungry.  The boys would line up to fuck us.  Alice and I were the youngest.  We ran away to find something better, but it only got worse.”

“Who were those people in the van?” I asked, hugging the girl to me with an arm around her breasts.  My flaccid cock lay in the small of her back.

“They was the last we tied up with.  They had food and we had nothing.  They peddled us to truckers, but most of them guys wanted a girl with big tits.  It's just too ugly to talk about.”

Nora suddenly dashed from the porch and ran onto the dock.

“Alice,” she shouted anxiously, “stay out of the deep water.”

The younger girl was a distant figure, but I did not worry because the weedy lake was shallow all the way across.

Nora waited until Alice returned to the dock.  They walked together back to the porch.  I handed the little one a large towel.

“Let’s go back to bed,” I said to Nora, taking hold of her hand.

“Will you lick on me first, please?  I really like that.”

“So do I.”

She lay on the bed with her legs parted, looking up at me in anticipation of pleasure. My eyes ravished her first.  She was not what most would call pretty, although she had a pleasant, young face.  The sight of the rest of her, however, from neck to toes, made my hands tremble.  She was vastly more alluring than Alice.  Perhaps it was her larger size, her longer legs.  Perhaps it was her exquisite, small breasts.

I climbed onto the bed and after some intense kissing slavered her entire body with my tongue and lips.

“Please,” she implored, raising her hips and spreading her legs unmistakably.

I kissed down a soft, inner thigh and tongued into her bare pudenda, adorned above with slight pin hairs.  Her juices began to flow and slime my face.  She groaned and wriggled her lower body in growing excitement.  When I finally assaulted her clit with tongue and lips, she started to scream.  That noise lasted for perhaps ten seconds, until the clit became too sensitive and she pushed my head away.  She remained on a sexual high, however.  I raised my body between her legs and my cock penetrated her tightness.  She began to fuck wildly, screaming again and again in orgasmic ecstasy.

We continued fucking intensely.  Her breath came in ragged gasps.  Her mouth gaped and her eyes were unfocused.  Her lips trembled and her face contorted at the approach of the biggest one.  I was on the verge myself.  She emitted a long, full-throated screech, during which I exploded inside of her.

When I rolled off the half conscious girl, I noticed Alice kneeling beside the bed.

“Wow!” she said.

“Is she always like this?” I asked.

“Only with young good-looking guys who’ve been nice to her.  Otherwise she has to fake it.”

“Did you fake it last night, Alice?” I asked with a smile.

She grinned and shook her head no.

* * *

The girls sat at the kitchen table for a lunch of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches that I had prepared.  They were fully clad in clothes that were clean after a washing but still ragged.

“We’re going to K-Mart this afternoon to get you some new clothes,” I announced.

Alice wriggled excitedly in her chair, but Nora looked at me soberly.  “And after we get new clothes, Jack, what then?  Do you intend to drop us off at a truck stop?”

I shook my head.  “No.  You’ll stay here with me.”

Alice suddenly squealed and clapped her hands.  Nora continued her intent stare.

“You want us to be your girls,” she stated in a flat voice.

“That’s the deal,” I replied.

Her face brightened.  “That’s the best deal we ever got.”  Her eyes widened in a dreamy look.  “We’re going to live rich!”

I wasn’t actually wealthy, not by the standards of the dot-com world.  I had an income of sixty thousand a year from a trust fund set up by my dad’s father.  I didn’t have to work, although I had a law degree and was admitted to the bar.  Ambition was not my strong suit.

Later that afternoon we returned from the mall with the car’s trunk full of packages.  While the girls unloaded I sat on the dock, listening to bird calls, thinking what to have for supper.  Nora spoke urgently to her sister.  Alice went into the house with an armload of stuff we had bought.  Nora came over to me.

“What’s on your mind, Jack?” she asked, taking hold of my hand.  “How can Alice and I fit in here?”

“I want to keep you two,” I replied, clasping her in my arms.

“As fuck toys?”

I didn’t answer, wondering instead how I could communicate the necessity for them to be exactly that — but never to talk about it.

“That’s right, ain’t it?” she continued.  “I mean, what else are we good for?  We’re plain lucky you like little girls.”

“Nora …” I began warningly.

“Oh, we’ll fuck you, Jack, try to please you and make you want to keep us right on.  But that’s worrisome.”

“You want some kind of pledge, Nora?  I promise to be decent.”

“I don’t know what that means.  Are you saying you won’t just dump us some day after we start bleeding and grow hair between our legs?  And our tits get big?”

How perceptive, wise beyond her years!  She knew I was a pedophile, even if she didn’t know the word, who abhorred body hair and mature female bodies.

“I can’t promise you anything, Nora, except that I’ll always take care of you and Alice.  I’ll never abandon you.”

She tilted her head a bit and looked up at me.  “I wish I could believe that, Jack,” she said skeptically.  “I really do.  But I’m afraid you can’t change the way you are.”

“Nora,” Alice called from the porch, interrupting us with her childish voice.  “Let’s try on our new stuff.”

Nora turned without a word and went to join her sister.  I looked at her from behind, the modest frame, the pony tail.  She was everything I had ever fantasized, except being blond and beautiful.  “The way you are,” she had said, knowing me to the core.  I could indulge in a delusion and pretend to be in love with her, but she would see through it.  Perhaps she would play along in return for the safety and comfort I offered her and Alice, but it couldn’t last.  Within a year she would be so different, on the verge of physical maturity, almost a woman: a hard, street-wise woman.  I knew for certain that I would then turn my attentions to Alice, still a child but larger and more alluring, a bud just unfolding.  And then what?  Alice would mature too.

“The way you are,” she had said.  The way I am, I thought bitterly, hating myself for the moment.  I was an addict, I knew, and the discovery of this marvelous stash was tempting me to ruin.

My life had always been without serious challenge or stress.  I lived on inherited money.  How could those two girls, whom I had known for less than twenty-four hours, have wreaked such devastation?  But it was not their doing, I knew.  They were just desperate children.  The fault lay within me; it was my own weakness that threatened to destroy me, destroy me because I could not callously turn them out and resume my former, placid life.  I felt no guilt in desiring their young bodies.  The mortal sin lay in my lack of responsibility toward them as human individuals; yet I remained addicted to young flesh.

* * *

One evening well into the fall, naked in bed with Nora, I noticed that the pin hairs above her vulva were gone.  She had shaved them off.  I scratched her there.

“You didn’t have to do that, Nora,” I said seriously.

“I’m buying time, Jack.  I’m feeling kind of desperate,” she responded solemnly.

I embraced the girl, who yielded herself willingly.

“You’re better off now than you were before,” I opined lamely.

Nora broke the embrace and rose on an elbow to look into my face.  “But don’t you see!  We have much more to lose now.  I don’t think Alice and I could survive going back to the streets.”

I had fully had my way with each of the children many times now and had made a long-cherished fantasy real.  Most of the time the result was visceral satisfaction.  But I had begun waking at four a.m., filled with remorse and a nagging, heavy sense of responsibility.

I kissed Nora’s small face and cupped her immature tit.

“You’ve been disappointed before, I suppose,” I whispered into her ear.  “But I’m not strong enough to reclaim my life by sending you back to the streets.  I’m a weak man.”

“I’m thankful for that, Jack,” she said and licked my cheek, “because I think I’ve run out of strength too.”

Nora out of strength?  That fierce protector of Alice, that intrepid survivor, was now claiming somehow to be weak?  “Don’t say that, Nora!  You know you’re much stronger than I am.”

She took a deep breath.  “I don’t think so, Jack.  I don’t believe Alice and I could live a week if you threw us out.”

“What?  Of course you could, just as you lived before I found you.”

“No.”  She sighed.  “We don’t want to live that way, Jack.”

I studied her earnest face.  “What’s happened to you, sweetness?”

“That’s what!  In our whole life nobody ever called us sweet words but you, Jack.  We couldn’t stand never hearing them again.”

In fact I hadn’t exactly been free with such words either before these two loving little girls entered my life.  I said slowly, “Nora, I believe we’re all changing.”

She blinked at me.  “How?”

“Honey, I just realized …  Forget what I said before.  Let your legs and armpits grow hair.  I don’t care.  Perhaps we could even come to love each other.”

“And perhaps not, Jack.  What then?  Will you turn to Alice?”

“Why can’t we love each other?  Haven’t we … been falling into it?”

“I don’t think so.”  Her lips twisted disdainfully.  “I’m too suspicious to love anyone but Alice.”

“Then what about affectionate trust?  Is that too much to ask?”

“Trust!  We trust you, Jack.  But we have to, don’t we?”

“Have to?”

“It ain’t like we got some other choice.”

“Christ, Nora, can’t you give just a little?”

“Oh, I’ll trust you, Jack.  What more can I say?”

I looked into the stern, small face.  After a moment her steady glare softened.  Suddenly I felt an agreeable surge of responsibility, of purpose.

“Grow fat, if you like,” I whispered and moved to mount her slight body.

“No, no.  Not yet, Jack.”

She sat up and stared at my face so intently I was forced to look away.

“Do you really mean it?” she whispered.

“Do I mean …”

“Or are we still toys to you, play things you’ll just throw out and forget when they get old and boring?”

I said earnestly, “The two of you have become far more than toys, Nora.  I can’t imagine living without you now.  I want you to grow up here with me.”

“Oh, Jack!”  The girl seemed to relax as if for the first time in her life.  Eyes on the ceiling filled with tears.  I pulled her to me and licked them away.  My throat ached painfully, although I felt the most sublime bliss.  I fondled the back of a slender thigh.  My hard cock poked at her belly.

“But you’re still my fuck toy,” I declared only half-humorously.

She giggled and said in a muffled voice, her face pressed to my neck, “If you lick on me first.”

END

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