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Subject: {ASSM} Waifs Part II (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 II







   I woke to the brilliant sun streaming into my bedroom.  I was happy and
alive.  Then I felt my arm over Meghan's soft body, my hand cupping her tit
and it all came back, the night, the passion sated.  I felt a momentary
uneasiness that I had made love to such a young woman, but that passed as I
recalled that she wasn't a little girl in the night but a woman.  I smiled
thinking about how good she made me feel.  I rolled onto my back, basking
in the delightful morning.



   Meghan stirred next to me.  Her eyes opened.  She sat up and rubbed her
eyes.  I couldn't help but stare at her body, so close to the perfection of
the girl woman dichotomy.  "Good morning," I said.



   She smiled and stretched her arms up over her head, causing her small
tits to lay flat against her ribs, only the hard dark nipples sticking out.
"Morning," she said as she relaxed.



   "How about some breakfast?"



   She smiled, "I guess I earned it."



   "No.  Please don't say that," I said.  She looked surprised.  "Meghan
please, I don't want to think that last night was a payment.  I hope you
did it because you wanted to be with me, not because you thought you had to
be."



   Her face softened.  "Do you really mean that?" I nodded.  I could tell
she was struggling with something.  "I'm sorry.  Maybe you are different.
Yeah, I wanted to.  Buy I guess I still thought I owed you."



   "Meghan, you never will owe me sex.  If you want to share it with me,
that's one thing, but you'll never owe me." I took her hand in mine. 
"Promise?"



   She nodded.  "Karen sure wants to."



   "What?" I asked shocked.



   "She said she wanted to come last night but I thought I should, you
know, 'cause I know more."



   "She's only thirteen," I said flabbergasted.



   "So.  I'm fourteen and you didn't seem to mind," she said smiling.



   "She's still a girl.  At least, you're a woman," I said.



   She laughed a weary laugh.  "Mike, don't you think thirteen-year-old
girls are screwing?" I didn't need to answer.  I knew the answer from my
research.  Meghan continued, "Lots of girls are.  She ain't no virgin.  How
do you think we got by with no money?"



   "I can't Meghan.  I mean, I feel a little guilty about last night. 
Karen would make me blow my brains out," I argued.



   Meghan made me look her in the eye and quietly said, "Was I too young?
Was I?  I think you liked it plenty." She could tell from my face that I
had.  "So, I wasn't too young."



   I felt an irrational anger boiling up inside me.  I knew where she was
going next and I wasn't going to have a good answer.  She was pushing me
into a corner.  I reacted irrationally, as I had to since I was caught in
an irrational contradiction.  Society defined Meghan as a child.  Society
wanted to pretend she wasn't a woman in order to prevent her from having
sex.  But sex can't be stopped by ignoring or contradicting reality.  She
had proven that she was a woman.  And by example, she had shown that her
sister was a woman as well.  Caught between the horns of the ingrained
irrational norms and reality, I exploded.  "Enough, I don't want to talk
about Karen," and stomped out of the room.  I went into my office and
locked the door behind me.



   I brooded while the anger slowly drained away.  Then I started to feel a
trifle regretful.  Then, as the full extent of my foolishness began to
dawn, I began to feel like I owed somebody an apology.  I was also quite
hungry.



   The girls were on the dock in their bikinis.  They were sunning
themselves.  "You guys hungry?" I shouted.



   Two heads popped up.  Karen smiled, "Yeah!" Meghan said nothing.  Karen
grabbed her blanket and came hurrying up the dock.  Meghan followed.



   As Meghan approached she looked down.  "Meghan.  Please wait." She
stopped.  I waited until she looked up.  "I owe you an apology for my
behavior.  I was wrong to yell.  In fact, I figured out I was wrong
entirely.  I guess that's what made me mad, to have a fourteen-year-old
smarter than me." I smiled.



   She started bawling as suddenly as a summer thunderstorm and almost as
wet.  I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms.  "Please, don't cry.  I
already feel badly enough." I stroked her hair and tried to comfort her. 
The crying slowed, then turned into sniffles.



   "Why are you apologizing?" she asked.



   "Because I was wrong, and you were right.  I yelled at you because you
were making me face the truth and it wasn't very comfortable for me.  It
wasn't you I was yelling at.  It was the fight inside me.  Does that make
sense?" I asked.  She shook her head.  I had to laugh.  "Well, you're
probably too smart to outsmart yourself like I do.  Just take my word, I
was wrong and I shouldn't have yelled at you.  Friends?"



   "Yeah."



   "Let's have some breakfast, I mean, lunch." I put my arm around her and
walked into the house.



   Lunch was subdued but I did manage to get Meghan to start smiling. 
Karen was watching and when she saw Meghan begin to smile she opened up and
was soon smiling as well.  After lunch, I dug my old canoe out of the shed
and dragged it into the lake.  I showed the girls how to use it.  They only
tipped it over twice.  I had been worried about letting them in the lake
until I saw them after the canoe tipped the second time.  They could swim
like otters.  I showed them how not to tip it and how to fix it once they
tipped it.  They were pretty much naturals in the water.  I'd have to find
out sometime how come.



   That night, Meghan slipped into my bed not long after the lights were
out.  To tell the truth, I had been hoping she would, fearing she wouldn't.



   "Mike?" Is this okay?" she asked.



   I wrapped her in my arms.  "It's more than okay.  I was hoping you would
be here tonight."



   I felt her let out a sigh.  "You want me to be here?"



   "Yes, I do.  I still feel like I shouldn't want it, but I most surely do
want you with me," I said.



   "So I can be your fuck toy?" she asked.



   "Meghan!  Where did you hear that?  Oh, never mind." I was pretty sure I
didn't want to know where she learned that.



   "Mike, it's not bad, having two girls as your toys, especially if they
want to be," Meghan said.



   "Sweetie, you're not just a fuck toy to me.  I wouldn't want you here if
that's all it was."



   "Okay," she said as she snuggled into my arms, pressing her naked body
against mine.  "Remember, if you want us as your toys, we'd love to be."
The inevitable happened.  "Hmmm, somebody is interested."



   Tonight was different.  Last night had been unexpected and I had been
half asleep when she came to me.  Tonight, I was jumping with the
expectation of making love to Meghan.  I couldn't claim that I had been
tricked or didn't know what was happening.  I knew and wanted it.  I had
been thinking about it all day.  "Somebody is very interested," I said
pulling her face to mine.  I kissed her.  Halfway through the kiss, the
dynamics changed.  Meghan pushed me onto my back.  She became the
aggressor. She broke the kiss and looked down at me, a feral smile on her
face, hunger.



   Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroked it.  "What do I have here?" she
asked.  Then she bent down and licked the tip before taking it in her
mouth. Her eyes held mine, a devilish smile in them as she sucked my cock.
God, but she was good.  Her hand stroked my cock as she bobbed on it.  My
eyes closed as I lost myself in the incredible blow job.



   It stopped.  I clawed back from the paradise where I had been wondering
why had the feeling had stopped.  "Huh?" I mumbled as I opened my eyes.



   Meghan was giving me a knowing smile.  "I told you you could do me."



   Confused and the brain not functioning too well on a low blood flow, I
asked, "What?"



   "I said you could do me in the butt.  Guys seem to like that," she said.



   "No, no, please keep doing what you were," I said with a tinge of
desperation in my voice.  God, men are to be pitied.  We are so easy.



   Meghan laughed, understanding that she controlled me completely at that
moment.  "Is this what you want?" she asked huskily as her lips found the
tip of my cock, sucking it.



   "Yes," I said.  Her head plunged down my shaft taking me deeply into her
mouth.



   I felt my balls pull up against me.  I knew I would cum soon as Meghan
plunged and retreated on my cock, her hand stroking it and she sucked and
licked.  I felt it coming, the ache, then the release.  My balls erupted
and sent my cum boiling up into Meghan's sucking mouth.  She had pulled
back until only the tip remained between her lips, but her hand continued
jacking my cock.  Blast after blast erupted from me as she sucked and
swallowed.  My hips trembled with the need and the draining release as the
tremors slowed, then stopped.



   Meghan ran her hand up my cock one last time, emptying it as she sucked
the last drops of my cum.  She pulled back from my deflating cock, licked
her lips and smiled.



   "Oh my God," was all I could say.



   "Did you like it?" she asked already knowing the answer.



   "Meghan, that was incredible."



   She came up and lay beside me, curling into my side.  I wrapped my arm
around her, holding her close.  I was physically drained.  Within minutes,
I had fallen asleep holding Meghan, dreaming pleasant dreams.



   *****



   I thought things had settled into a routine; Meghan appeared in my bed
after the lights were out.  Days were spent with the girls playing in the
lake, watching TV, or reading while I worked.  I guess I was surprised at
what voracious readers they both were.  Somehow I had formed an opinion
based on our meeting that they were uneducated white trash.  Why else would
they be in that situation.  They both tore into my library.  One afternoon
I couldn't stand the sight of the computer screen and went outside.  They
were both sitting in the shade reading.  Meghan had _Dune_ and Karen was
working on Asimov's _Trilogy_.  They were both engrossed, turning pages as
fast as I would have.  I shook my head, realizing how little I understood
and went back inside.



   Of course Karen had to know about Meghan and me but somehow it felt more
right to pretend.  A couple of nights later, after a draining bout of sex,
with obvious trepidation Meghan again asked about Karen.  "Please don't get
mad," she pleaded.



   I laughed.  "No, no.  I won't get mad again.  Sweetie, you need to
understand.  Maybe intellectually I get it, that Karen is old enough, just
like you are.  But emotionally, when I think she is thirteen, I just don't
feel that way.  I can't do it."



   "Oh," Meghan said.



   I let it go.  Soon, we were asleep and the conversation forgotten, by
me.



   *****



   It was about a week later.  The lake had a few boaters on it but they
tended to stay away from our dock which was fine with me.  I called the
girls in for lunch.  Karen was wearing the brown striped top I had gotten
one each for the girls.  "Gosh, Karen.  You look pretty." I said it without
any thought.  She did look pretty.  She turned to Meghan, began crying, and
rushed upstairs.  I was aghast.  Now what had I done?



   "What?" I asked Meghan.



   She motioned us outside.  "You hurt her feelings."



   "By telling her she's pretty?"



   "By not meaning it," she said.



   "But I did mean it.  She is pretty," I said.



   "You won't kiss her," Meghan said accusatively.  "You don't touch her
like you do me.  She sees that.  She sees you touching me when we're fixing
dinner.  She thinks she's ugly."



   "But I don't," I said desperately.



   "Prove it," Meghan said.  "Kiss her.  Touch her like you do me.  Don't
pull back like she's got cooties."



   "But I can't..."



   "Then don't expect her not to cry," Meghan said as she went back into
the cabin.



   After dinner that night I asked the girls if they wanted to watch a
movie.  They chorused a yes.  Usually I would make popcorn and sit in my
chair while they shared the couch.  Tonight, I sat in the middle of the
couch with the popcorn on my lap.  I held open my arms.  Karen looked at
Meghan who smiled in return.  She snuggled into one side.  Karen delayed a
moment, then snuggled into the other.  I hugged both girls as the movie
started.  Quickly, we were all engrossed in the movie.



   It was an HBO teen comedy that actually turned out to be not half bad. I
was able to enjoy it myself and the girls were laughing like crazy.  Half
way through, there was a romantic interlude.  Karen was engrossed.  I
thought it a little cheesy.  Meghan was rapt as well.  As the scene changed
I asked, "Was that sexy?" Karen looked up at me, her eyes reflecting the
passion she felt, "Yeah."



   I don't know why, exactly, but all that had happened that day must have
made me...  I bent forward and our lips met, briefly.  I think Karen was a
bit shocked.  But she didn't pull away.  I started to pull back when her
hand went round my neck and pulled me back for another kiss.  This one
wasn't in the least chaste.  Her lips parted and her tongue darted into my
mouth, seeking mine, chasing and darting in the dance of lust.  I was
surprised at the intensity of that kiss.  This girl had some practice. 
Finally, she released me.  I pulled away.  She smiled, then turned back to
the movie, a big smile on her face.  I looked over at Meghan who winked. 
Karen and Meghan both snuggled even closer.  We finished the movie and the
girls both said they were off to bed.  I could hear the whispers upstairs
as I cleaned up the kitchen.  It was quiet as I headed off to bed.



   A few minutes later the familiar footsteps came down the hall.  I have
to admit, Karen's kiss had affected me and I was looking forward to
Meghan's appearance so that I could release the pent up energy.  I lay back
as the covers rose and a body got under them.  I turned towards Meghan and
took her in my arms.  We kissed, but something indefinable was different. I
pulled away.  "Meghan?"



   A quiet voice, "No."



   "Karen?"



   "Yes.  Please don't send me away.  Please, please, please," she begged.



   I hesitated, back on the horns of that dilemma.  Karen took the
hesitation as permission and scooted closer.  As I had been waiting for
Meghan and that thought had been, well, energizing me, I had a most
formidable erection.  Karen bumped into it as she scooted closer.  "Oh" she
said, her hand unerringly finding it.  She wrapped her small hand around
it, and stroked up and down.  Suffice it to say, at that point, all
rational thought was suspended by the delightful feeling now coursing
outward from my genitals.  In short, Karen looked up, I looked down, and we
kissed.



   We kissed, slowly and affectionately.  I wanted her to feel more than
desire.  I wanted her to feel affection, closeness.  She pulled back from
the kiss and looked at me, puzzled.  I smiled and pulled her back for
another kiss.  This one melted her reserve and she molded her body to mine.
Now the desire built again, but this time the desire was no longer just
physical desire; it was the desire of soul for soul, expressed though the
intimacy of sex.



   Finally, we broke apart.  Her eyes were half-lidded with lust and yet
sparkled with adoration, the physical and spiritual entwined, both desiring
the beloved.  I had been thinking all day how I would make love to Meghan
that night, all planned like a military campaign.  In that moment, when
Karen and I touched so intimately, I knew that all my plans were sterile.
What mattered at this moment was the closeness of us.



   I rolled over her, my cock finding her wet and eager.  I slid into her
depths and her body welcomed me.  Our eyes never left each other's.  We
moved as one, in concert, like a symphony of passion, two bodies becoming
one.  We were fucking, no, we were making love.  As unlikely as that might
have seemed to me, we were making love; the waif and the writer.  Age,
background, education, nothing that society says matters, mattered to the
two of us.  We had connected.



   We made love, slowly, the passion building, the closeness building. 
Karen held my eye.  Her eyes communicated, `I have never felt this before.'
She had sex, but she had never made love.  Sex could be wonderful as
relaxation, as a game, as a treat.  Now, for the first time, she was
feeling what sex could be when it combined the soul and the body, when it
reached the pinnacle of human expression.  Greater than philosophy,
theology, geometry, sex was a way for mortals to experience the infinite.



   Our passion built, I felt her ardor reaching a climax and connected as
we were my own zenith hit with hers.  She climaxed and me with her.  The
physical climax was as great as ever.  My body expended itself into her,
filling her with my seed as her body writhed under mine.  Greater still was
the connection at that moment of two beings knowing that they had pleasured
each other so completely.  Being pleasured and pleasuring all together
completely filled us.



   We lay spent, and yet fulfilled, touching each other softly,
languorously until we fell asleep, holding each other close.



   I awoke in bed with little Karen.  I started to feel guilty.  It's
amazing how powerful society's indoctrination can be.  I knew, knew, that
Karen had been every bit as much a woman as any woman I had ever bedded. 
She had proved it.  But here I was feeling guilty.



   I shook my head to clear it and looked at Karen, her dark hair spread
out around her head on the white sheet, highlighting her beautiful face,
the bright golden morning light making her face glow.  I watched her for a
minute.  Then nature called.



   I ambled down to the kitchen feeling wonderful.  Amazing how good you
feel after a night of making love with a beautiful woman.  I had started
the bacon when Meghan stumbled down the stairs.  She smiled a knowing
little smile when she saw me.



   "How was the night, pervert?"



   "All right, you won.  No need to rub it in," I said.



   She laughed, the sound like glass bells.  "I guess that means Karen
convinced you to let her stay?"



   "Karen and I...  um, reached an understanding.  And that's all I'm going
to say," I tried to make that final.



   "Good," Meghan said.  "Now maybe she'll quit crying."



   "I didn't mean to make her cry," I said quietly.



   "Yeah, I figured.  Guess I should have told you sooner.  I just was
afraid you'd kick us out," Meghan said.



   "I told you I won't kick you out as long as you..."



   "...don't lie and don't steal," she finished for me.



   "Harrumph.  How about waffles?" I asked.



   "Sounds good.  I'll go wake up Karen," she said skipping down the hall.
"And she'll give me the juicy details."



   What could I do but laugh, and fix the waffles.



   *****



   At dinner that night both Meghan and Karen were excited.  As we sat down
to watch the movie, Karen and Meghan snuggled up to me.  Meghan asked me,
"Mike, can we quit pretending now?"



   "Um, what?"



   "Can we just come to bed with you instead of having to sneak down after
the lights are off?" she asked.



   I blushed.  There was no point in pretending any longer.  But somehow,
just laying it out in the open like that, it was difficult.  I sucked it up
and admitted to myself that the situation was what it was.  "Okay."



   "Oh good," Karen said wrapping her arms around my neck.



   Meghan smiled, "Yeah.  About time."



   I kissed Karen, then Meghan.  The movie started and the girls settled
back to watch.  I didn't see much of the movie.  The images behind the
eyeballs were much more interesting to watch.  They were Karen and Meghan
and me.  I wondered how they would work this out.  Karen one night, Meghan
the next?  A week at a time?  Either way, I was looking forward to it.



   I hardly noticed when the movie ended.  Meghan turned off the TV.  "I
guess we should get ready for bed."



   "Yeah," I said with a husk in my voice.  The girls bounced up the stairs
chatting vivaciously.  I went to my room, stripped out of my clothes, and
climbed into bed.  I turned off the lights.  The moon was nearly full and
filled the room with a silvery light, almost magical.  I nervously waited,
wondering which of my lovelies would appear.  The waiting was delicious. 
My hand stole down to my cock, slowly stroking it in anticipation as it
swelled.



   I heard a giggle, then a few words.  Karen came in followed by Meghan.
"What?" I asked confused by the appearance of both girls.



   "You said we didn't have to pretend any more," Meghan said.



   "But, there are two of you."



   They had paused just inside the door.  They exchanged a glance.  "Yeah."
As if that was the most obvious thing in the world.  Meghan shook her head,
"Last one in is a rotten egg," as she bounced onto my bed and clawed at the
covers.  Karen squealed and followed, fighting her to get under first.  I
have no idea who won in the melee of sheets, hands, feet, and skin, but I
wound up with a girl on each side of me, snuggled against my side.  I felt
a hand on each thigh, then two hands on my cock.  "Nice.  There's enough
for both of us," Meghan said.



   Karen laughed, "Yeah.  Can I have firsts?"



   "Sure," Meghan answered.  I guess I wasn't going to be consulted, as if
I might actually say no.



   Karen dove under the covers and I felt her warm mouth on the tip of my
cock.  God.  Meghan came up, her face just inches from mine.  It was hard
to concentrate with Karen stroking and sucking on my cock.  "Thank you,
Mike, for all you've done for us."



   "My pleasure," I said.



   Meghan smiled.  "You're the first guy who has ever really been nice to
us, not because you wanted something, but just because.  We want to make
you happy the way you've made us." She leaned down and kissed me, lovingly
not passionately.  As she pulled back we shared an intimate smile.  There
was a rapport between us that was more than physical.



   Karen laved my cock with her tongue then sucked it hard.  I closed my
eyes and was lost in the pleasure.  I felt more hands on my balls, then
another tongue tracing its way around my cock, across my balls.  The girls
knew how to tag team a guy.  The pressure quickly built.  I was moaning. 
They sucked and stroked my cock.  I could feel it happening, the
contractions deep within, and my cum burst forth, blast after blast, a hot
mouth sucking it down.  I emptied myself, until the last spasm was done,
then collapsed back onto the bed.



   Karen and Meghan curled up into my side, both with big smiles.  "He
looks happy," Meghan said.



   "Yeah," Karen replied happily.  "I guess that means we are both your
fuck toys," teasing with a devilish smile.



   I had to laugh.  It wasn't the only reason I liked having them with me
but they had proven me wrong.  I gave them their victory, "Yeah, I guess
you are.  From now on, you both are all mine, my little fuck toys."





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