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Subject: {ASSM} Waifs Part I (Mf lolita) {Rod O'Steele}
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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story are under
the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not read
this.









   Waifs

   Part I





   I opened the door to the refrigerator.  `Shit,' I thought.  `Out of
milk.' I slammed the door closed.  I couldn't make cocoa tonight but it
also meant no milk in the morning.  `Shit.' I shuffled off to my bedroom,
throwing on jeans and a heavy cotton shirt against the night chill, stepped
into my thongs, and headed off to town, five miles distant in the dark
night.  `Shit.' I had to drive slowly on these roads as you never knew when
a deer would bound into the road only to become hypnotized by the lights
and ruin a perfectly good bumper.



   The only thing open this late at night was the convenience store on the
highway serving those unfortunate souls still driving up to the ski resorts
or returning late at night to the city.  I parked and shuffled into the
store, found the milk, and grabbed chips, and beef jerky and peanuts... 
finally stopping the impulse purchases because my hands were full.  The
clerk put everything into a bag and I headed out.  I saw the van parked
over at the gas pumps.  Then I heard voices, loud and getting louder.  They
stopped me.  It sounded like two young feminine voices and a heavy basso
shouting and cursing.  I was about to head to my car, none of my business
after all, when I heard a heavy meaty sound followed by a scream.  I stood
rooted for a second.  My natural impulse was to turn and leave, but I
couldn't.  I edged my way towards the van, right as the lights came on and
the tires squealed as the van tore out onto the highway and disappeared. 
That's when I saw two figures, one on the ground.  I ran over and found two
girls, both crying, one sitting and holding her face in her hands.



   "You okay?" Yeah, looking back it was a stupid question.  Obviously,
they weren't okay.  But what the hell else do you say?  The girl on the
ground looked up.  I could see her eye already red and puffy and knew what
that heavy meaty sound had been.  `Shit,' I thought.  I bent down and
looked at the eye.



   The girl on the ground looked up at me, saw me examining her eye, and
said, "The asshole hit me."



   "Looks like it, all right.  Can you see?"



   She glanced around, then back at me, "Yeah," fighting back the sobs.



   I had time to look at her.  She was a brunette, pretty face, age
indeterminate but definitely she had the beginnings of a nice figure,
unfortunately hidden by dirty torn clothes.  I glanced around and didn't
see any bags.  The other girl was still crying but softly now.  She was
also cute, definitely younger as she still hadn't fully developed those
curves, her breasts made small juts in her dress, which also looked old and
dirty.



   `Shit,' I thought.  `This is turning into a hell of a night.' "Who was
the guy who hit you?"



   "Dan," she said in a venomous tone.



   "Who's Dan?" I asked.



   "Just some guy," she said.



   "Okay," I said stymied.  "I'll call the cops..."



   "NO!" she interrupted me.  "You call the cops and we're gone." I looked
up at the younger girl and she looked frightened.  Why was she frightened
now and not before?  It seemed to me that the guy was more frightening than
the cops.  `Shit.' I needed to clean up my language, even if it was in my
head.



   "I can't just leave you here," I said more to myself.



   "Won't be the first time," the girl said in disgust.  "He just did."



   "It won't be my first time," I said firmly.  "You hungry?"



   I saw the younger girl's eyes light up.  The older said, "No."



   "Liar," I said.  Her eyes sparked.  I laughed.  "She's hungry," I said
motioning to the standing girl with my eyes.



   The girl looked up at the younger girl, then back at me.  "Maybe we
are."



   "Uh huh," I said with a gentle laugh.  "C'mon." I helped the girl up. 
She resisted as I started to lead her to the car.  "Now what's the matter?"



   The girl got a funny look on her face, then with a sneer said, "Sure.  I
get it.  But you gotta feed us first."



   I led them to my car, picking up my bag of groceries that had been
sitting there by the wall.  At least I didn't lose the milk.  We piled into
the car.  In the enclosed space of the car I quickly noticed that they were
rank as well as dirty.  The air was too cold to open a window, so I turned
the fan to high.  As we drove back to my cabin I started asking questions.
"Who was that guy?" A mumbled reply.



   "Look, girls," I said seriously.  "Either talk to me or I'm taking you
to the cops." There was an explosion of sound from the back.  "Fine.  No
cops.  Then talk to me.  Just tell me what the hell is going on."



   That broke the logjam.  The older girl responded, "He was just a jerk
that picked us up in Oklahoma."



   "What were you doing in Oklahoma?" I asked.



   "Traveling," she said.



   "He picked you up?" I asked.



   "Yeah, well, he said he was going to California.  We never been to
California so I asked if we could come along.  Kar and me gave him a big
smile and he said okay, but it was gas, grass, or ass.  We didn't have no
money."



   "Kar?"



   "Karen.  I'm Meghan," she said.



   "Glad to meet you.  I'm Mike.  So where's home?" I asked.



   "We don't have no home," Meghan said defensively.



   `Shit.' I thought.  Good night for feeling that way.  I pondered what
she had said, and had left unsaid.  Gas, grass or ass.  No money.  I was
starting to think that Dan might not be my favorite person.  "You sisters?"



   "Yeah," this time it was Karen.  That was the first coherent words she
had spoken.  I smiled at her in the mirror and she smiled back.  Meghan
gave her a look.



   "How old are you?"



   "Thirteen," Karen answered before Meghan could stop her.  "Well, I am,"
she told Meghan.



   "Jesus," I sighed.



   "Don't worry about it," Meghan said.



   "But that guy..." I started.



   "He was an asshole," Meghan interjected.



   I shook my head.  We were on the last little winding road to my cabin. A
last turn and the cabin was in the headlights.  "Here it is," I said.



   I clambered out of the car.  The girls followed, slowly.  "Come on, it's
cold." They followed me into the back door.  "Stay here," I told them.  I
went off and found a couple of old shirts that would work like gowns for
the girls and went back.  "Okay, here's the drill.  Your clothes go into
the washer.  You both go into the shower through that door.  You can wear
these until yours are dry.  Then dinner.  And wash your hair," I said.



   Meghan held up the shirt, looked my way, and gave me that knowing sneer.
"Come on, Karen.  Let's get clean for Mr.  Mike," she said.  She started to
pull her dress off over her head watching me all the while.  I blushed when
I saw her panties come into view.  Embarrassed, I turned and fled to the
kitchen.  I heard Meghan laughing as I fled.



   In a while, I heard the shower come on.  I pulled open the freezer and
examined the contents.  There was a package of taquitos.  I could have
those ready in minutes.  Not fine cuisine but I imagined the girls wouldn't
care.  I threw a fry pan on the stove, oiled it and got it heating.  I dug
out some salsa cruda and put it on the table, poured a couple glasses of
milk, and two plates.



   By the time I heard, "Hey!  Where are you," and answered "In here," the
food was hot.  I was putting the taquitos on the plates when the girls came
in.  They looked cute in the long shirts, and amazingly pretty all cleaned
up.



   Karen and Meghan sat down and started wolfing the food.  They didn't
bother talking as they stuffed the food into their mouths, chewed, and
stuffed more.  I was flabbergasted at how quickly it disappeared.  As the
last two taquitos were being ground into their maws I said, "You guys were
hungry."



   They exchanged a glance, then giggled, "Yeah, I guess we were.  These
are good."



   "Were good," I corrected.



   "Were good.  Got any more?" Meghan asked.



   "Nope.  That was it.  Do you need more food?" I asked.



   "Nah.  I just asked." Meghan glanced at Karen.  She looked back at me
with that sneer she had perfected.  "Okay, we're ready.  Just no anal with
Karen." She sat back looking at me.



   I was struck dumb by the boldness of Meghan.  I looked back and forth
between the girls.  Neither looked away.  I knew that what Meghan had just
offered was mine if I wanted it.  That's when I started feeling queasy. 
Frankly, if it was just Meghan, I maybe would have accepted.  She wasn't a
girl any more, having undergone that special transformation to woman.  But
Karen was still a girl.  "I'm not like that," I said.



   "Sure, no guy is," Meghan said with that sneer.  Now I knew why she had
it.  She had earned that sneer `traveling.'



   I pointed up to the loft.  "There are two beds up there.  You guys can
sleep there."



   A trace of doubt flitted across Meghan's face.  "Where you sleeping?"



   I pointed down the hall.  I stood and grabbed the plates putting them in
the dishwasher.  "See you in the morning." I heard a gasp as I headed off
down the hall to my room.  In my room, I sat on my bed and listened.  I
heard talking for a while, then the lights went off downstairs.  There was
more talking from the loft.  Finally, it was quiet.  I lay back in my bed
and wondered what had I gotten myself into...



   *****



   I was glad for the milk in the morning.  The girls were already up and
dressed in their own worn clothes when I rolled into the kitchen.  "How
about pancakes for breakfast?" Karen squealed in appreciation.



   Meghan studied me.  "What do we have to pay?"



   "I don't need money," I said.



   "I know.  When do we have to pay?" with that sneer.



   I ignored the question and started breakfast.  As fast as I could put
pancakes on the table, they disappeared.  About the fourth batch, and half
a bottle of maple syrup, the girls finally hit the wall and I sat down to
eat.  The girls both looked much more relaxed with their bellies full. 
"So, how come Dan dumped you guys?"



   Meghan eyed me, the suspicion returning.  I kept eating, not staring but
not looking away either.  She relaxed a little.  "The asshole wanted to
butt fuck Karen."



   I nearly spit out a mouthful of pancakes.  "He what?" I couldn't believe
that I had just heard those words come from Meghan.



   "He wanted to butt fuck Karen.  I told him no way.  She's too young for
that," Meghan said.



   "No shit," I muttered.



   Meghan nodded.  "He could have been satisfied with regular fucking..."



   "What?" I nearly screamed.



   "Duh?  We wanted to get to California.  He wasn't taking us for free.  I
said do me, but he'd already done me.  But it was just wrong to ask Karen,"
Meghan finished.



   "He was having sex with both of you?  You're too young," I said still
wrestling with the idea that these two girls sitting at my table were both
sexually active.



   "So we started young.  You think I'm the only fourteen-year-old having
sex?" I shook my head.  I know the statistics.  I had just read some study
done by a Dr.  Danielle Ompad that found forty percent of teens had
penetrative sex before their fourteenth birthday.  To be faced with real
live girls that were having sex was very different than the dry statistics
of a report.  "What are you going to do with us?"



   I looked at Meghan and Karen.  Their faces were guarded now.  "I'm not
going to turn you in," I said.  They relaxed.



   "You got neighbors?" she asked.



   "Across the lake," I answered.



   "Want company?" again with the sneer.



   "Not that kind," I said softly.



   "You queer?"



   I started to bristle, which was probably exactly what she intended, then
I laughed.  "No, but I'm not a pedophile either.



   "Mike, I ain't no kid and neither is Karen," Meghan said.



   "But I think you are.  And that's that," I said.  I could tell something
was really bothering her.  I look at her questioningly.



   "I guess we'll be leaving," she said.



   "Why?"



   "Hell, you won't let us earn our way.  What else can we do?" she asked.



   "Meghan, you don't have to earn your way with me.  I'm not throwing you
out, unless you lie to me or steal from me." I looked at both of them.  "Do
you understand?  Don't lie, don't steal, and we'll be fine."



   They nodded and exchanged a glance.  "I really expected you to come up
last night." Her look had a question in it.



   "Maybe you've just been hanging with the wrong kind of person," I
ventured.



   *****



   I spent the morning thinking.  It didn't do me much good.  I still
didn't know what to do after all of the thinking.  It was close to noon
when I wandered out to the back.  The girls were sitting on my dock.  When
Karen saw me she jumped up.  "Is it okay to swim?"



   "Sure," I said smiling at her enthusiasm.



   Turning to Meghan she said, "Come on." She peeled off her shoes, dress,
and panties and stood waiting for Meghan.  Meghan gave me a smile when she
noticed me staring at Karen.  She also peeled out of her clothes and joined
Karen at the end of the dock.



   She looked back at me, watching me watch them.  She had a knowing smile
on her face.  They were both attractive in that young female way, but I was
entranced by her.  Meghan was truly something, budding into womanhood,
small breasts, small triangle of hair, curvy in the right places, but still
young.  She was the Goddess Hebe, the embodiment of youthful perfection,
the moment when a girl becomes a woman.  I tried to not look at Karen who
was also undergoing her own transformation from child to woman, but I was
too uncomfortable to stare at her as I did at Meghan.



   "One, two, three," they jumped together.  What they didn't know was that
the lake was not too far removed from being snow melt.  When they surfaced
they both screamed, "It's cold..." The water was only about six feet deep
at the end of the dock so they could both touch bottom, but neither could
stand.  They clowned around for a while before swimming back towards the
shore so that they could stand.  I turned away, feeling a bit guilty for
ogling them.  I went in and grabbed two beach towels and took them out to
the dock.  I held them up, "Towels," I said setting them by the ladder.



   "Okay," they shouted before Karen tried to dunk Meghan.  I smiled and
went back into the house.  I sat in the main room, conflicted.  I knew I
should be taking them to someone, anyone, responsible for lost children. 
But they obviously were afraid for some reason of the authorities.  I
argued with myself for some time.  But what kept coming back to the
forefront was that picture of Meghan and Karen standing at the end of dock,
looking back at me with those knowing smiles, the smile of a Goddess.



   The girls came in awhile later, their hair wrapped in the towels,
dressed in their old dresses.  I couldn't stand to see them in those rags a
moment longer.  "Come on." I said.



   Instant wariness.  "Why?" Meghan asked.



   "To get some lunch and then do some shopping," I said smiling.



   "Really?" Meghan asked.  I nodded.  Karen was looking to Meghan.  She
nodded.



   Now Karen smiled, "Where?"



   "How about Taco Bell?"



   "Yeah," they both agreed.



   We hit the drive through, then ate on the way to Wal-Mart.  I took them
through the Wal-Mart, buying out the store.  Combs, toothbrushes, clothes,
bikinis, shoes, feminine needs, the whole kit.  On the way back to the
cabin, Karen was entranced looking at her clothes.  I heard her quietly
tell Meghan that they had never had so much.  Meghan started to cry, softly
and muffled, trying to hide it.  I knew better than to say anything and
pretended not to see or hear.



   When we got back to the cabin, as the girls were unloading their booty,
I stopped them.  The wariness was instantly in Meghan's face.  "I'm only
going to ask one thing...  Please throw away those old dresses.  I can't
stand the sight of them.  Better yet, throw them in the burn pile."



   The wariness was replaced by a smile.  "Sure." I went into the house as
they continued unloading.  It was twenty minutes later when I heard them in
the main room.  "Mike..."



   I went looking for them.  They were wearing matching tops which I had
talked them into.  I stopped when I saw the looks on their faces.  Holy
Shit!  Those faces were not the faces of children, their subtle smiles
masked deeper meaning.  This was the look of Eve, the look all women have
used since time immemorial, the look that Adam wasn't able to resist and
none of his sons have ever been able to resist.  I couldn't talk, couldn't
utter a sound.  Just as woman has entranced man forever, I was captivated
by those eyes, the promise of those eyes, the sensual allure these two
young Goddesses emanated.



   "Do you like the clothes?" Meghan asked as she and Karen turned for my
inspection.



   Her voice broke the spell and I answered, "Um, yeah.  You guys look
great.  You're both very pretty." Was that ever an understatement.  Meghan
smiled another alluring and knowing smile.  I saw her eyes flick down to my
shorts.  I realized that there was a bulge there.  She looked back into my
eyes and smiled her knowing smile.



   "C'mon Karen, let's try on some of the other things," she said leading
her sister back upstairs.  I heard giggling wafting down as if from Heaven.
Trying to get control, I went over and turned on the TV.  Anything to get
my mind off the girls.



   I was trying to concentrate on the program when I heard behind me,
"Mike..."



   I turned to see Meghan and Karen in nightgowns, or something like that.
They covered, but just barely, and by covering they drew attention to those
things just covered.  I could imagine both girls naked, I wished both girls
were naked which is the purpose of sexy clothes, to make men imagine the
naked woman underneath.  "What do you think?" Meghan asked.



   `I think you're unbelievably sexy and I'd like to fuck you.' But what I
answered was, "Nice.  Uh, very nice." Meghan smiled again and pulled Karen
back upstairs.  More giggling.  I sat there thinking, `Wait a minute.  I'm
the fucking adult here.  I should be in control.' But are men ever really
in control when women use their wiles?  My cock was once again tented in my
shorts.  I knew I had to get out.  I went for a walk along the lake trying
to clear my head.  I tried, unsuccessfully, to get the image of those girls
out of my head.



   When I returned, Meghan and Karen were waiting on the dock.  "Where'd
you go?" Meghan asked.  I caught a hint of worry in her voice.



   "Just a walk.  You guys were trying on clothes so I went for a walk," I
said.



   "We wanted you to see them," Karen said.



   "Oh, sorry.  I'll get plenty of chances," I said.



   Karen and Meghan looked at each other.  I realized I had maybe just made
a promise, at least, they might see what I said as a promise.  Was I really
ready to make that sort of promise?  I'd have to be careful.  In order to
gain some time to think I told them, "I have to work.  You guys stay close
to the cabin.  Don't wander off too far.  It's easy to get lost in these
woods."



   "Okay," Meghan and Karen agreed.



   I went in and got on my computer.  After checking Yahoo and answering
e-mail, I started researching how old kids were when they first had sex. 
No two researchers had the same answer.  It quickly became obvious that,
just like adults, teens lie about sex.  The more rigorous the study, the
lower the age of first intercourse.  Surveys tended to undercount the
number and overstate the age.  I found one study by CDC that was an
in-depth study of kids.  They found that the average age of first
intercourse for girls was 13 years old.  Forty percent or fifty percent, it
still meant about half of the girls had their first intercourse when
thirteen or earlier.  Meghan and Karen were right in the middle of the bell
curve if these studies were correct.



   I read some first hand accounts of girls who started as young as eleven.
Their feelings looking back were mixed as to whether or not they had a good
experience.  But hell, I think that's true of all of us.  The first time is
rarely wonderful when two untutored tyros go at it.  I was a lot older and
my first time was a fiasco.  I had sat down hoping to get an answer to my
dilemma.  Looking back, I was hoping to get confirmation of my cherished
opinions that the girls were too young.  Instead, it left me even more
unsure than before.  Reality said it was quite usual for girls their age to
have sex.



   Dinner was quiet as I was still caught in my web of thoughts.  I put in
a movie afterwards and we watched it eating popcorn and the girls drinking
sodas...  me, coffee spiked with Baileys.  I only half watched the movie,
I'd seen it before, as I continued thinking about Meghan and Karen.  I sent
them off to bed after the movie and retired myself.



   The lights had been off for a half hour or so, when I awoke suddenly. 
The bed was moving.  I turned over.  In the moonlight I could see Meghan
crawling into my bed.  She was under the covers when I said.  "Hey!"



   In a plaintive voice, Meghan asked.  "Please don't throw me out."



   "What?"



   "Please don't make me leave," Meghan was begging.  That voice.



   Half awake, I couldn't resist that voice.  I rolled away.  Silence, then
a rustle as Meghan spooned from behind.  I felt the warmth of a woman.  She
wasn't wearing anything.  Her skin seemed to burn mine with a cool
unquenchable fire.  I felt the hard buds of her nipples pressing into my
back.  Her arm lay over me, her hand resting lightly on my belly.  When her
hand moved lower, it found me erect.  It curled around my cock, "Nice," she
said.  "I'm glad you're hard." Her hand stroked my cock, softly and slowly.
"Mike, please make love to me." I was lost.



   I rolled over.  Meghan held onto my cock.  "Are you sure?" I asked.



   "Yes," she said, her voice full of promise.



   I bent forward and our lips touched, lightly, then harder.  They parted
and our tongues touched, intertwined.  Her hand never stopped slowly
stroking me.  I cupped her tit, small but firm, her nipple, hard and erect,
pierced the palm of my hand.  I rubbed the bud.  Meghan moaned into my
mouth and pressed her chest forward grinding her tit into my hand.  I broke
the kiss, and pressed her back onto the bed so that I could lick and suck
her hard nipple.  She held my head against her chest and I laved her tits
with tongue and lips, sucking and licking.



   My free hand trailed down through her wispy triangle of fluff and found
her cleft wet and hot.  I could only imagine how sweet a young pussy like
hers must taste.  It overwhelmed me with desire to taste her.  I bent down,
pressing her thighs apart and brought my mouth to her pussy, redolent with
the aroma of arousal.  I was electrified by the bouquet of sex emanating
from her.  I lapped from the bottom to the top of her pussy, then around
her distended bud.  Her hips shuddered with desire, with need.  I teased
her, licking close then away.  Her hips lurched, chasing the pleasure
giving tongue, trying to bring it into direct contact with her clitoris. 
But it danced away, pressing close, then gone.  Meghan was making huffing
little noises, her hands curled in my hair holding me hard against her
pussy.



   My face was wet with her flowing juices when I pulled away, a
disappointed moan from Meghan.  I rose up, lined up my cock with her pussy
and pressed forward, burying myself in her in one long smooth stroke. 
Meghan sighed as I filled her.  Her legs went around me, pulling me tighter
against her.  Her pussy gripped my cock, pulling me inside, deeper.  We
kissed as I started fucking her with long deep strokes.  In and out,
repeated until we were both about to burst.  She went first, her pussy
spasming around my cock, sucking at it, trying to milk my cum into her. 
That pushed me over the edge, my balls boiled up, sending gobs of cum
shooting down the length of my cock to splatter inside her, again and yet
again, until she was full and overflowing, our juices running down her ass
and pooling under her, our cum frothing at the entrance of her pussy.





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