Found Girls

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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