Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Milliford Jones Title: "girls" Universe: Passions (of the Perverted) Series: The James Norton Saga Summary: After ten years in Asia, James Norton ran away from the mounting complications in his family and love life in Thailand, and came back in the States. He reconnected with old friends and his first love, and soon found himself emmeshed in a whole new set of perversions. Keywords: Warning! MF,Mg,IR,WMBW,romance,ped,ws,anal,scat,incest, light sm Disclaimer ----------- Imagine stepping into an adult book store. It smells like a mix of cheap men's cologne and dark desires. You go into a booth and see a selection of animated movies. Not the real thing, no real actors. Anime, it is. Hentai. It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed. No one gets hurt without having the hurt assauged. No one gets fucked up physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it. And love counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted. Please note these tales are intended for adults only. They are obviously fantasy and have in o correlation with the real world. The characters are likewise totally fictitious. I neither endorse or take part in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to suggest that such behavior is appropriate. This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior. It is with this vision and these parameters I present "girls" ========= Homecoming ------------- James Norton sat in the back of the economy section of NW503 from Minneapolis to Kansas City on the last leg of his journey home. As he watched the lights of the city become more distinct, he reflected on his past 10 years. It had been that long ago when he had left his friends and family in search of himself and his life's purpose. He had used his life savings to travel across asia, connecting with other ex-pats and inventing impormptu business schemes that he was able to build into a small fortune. This financed his quest to seek out his personal truth and, had he admitted it, his own personal corruption. He had found both in plentiful supply. Now he was back, broke and broken. His spirit felt as empty as his wallet. Guilt and self-hate ate at his gut. Guilt built on a foundation of enormous sexual pleasure. Because of this pleasure and guilt, his faith in himself, god or gods and his fellow man had shrunk. He had no hope and only $120 US in his pocket when he landed at KCI airport. James exited the plane and walked blindly past security and the sparse crowd of people waiting at the gate. He went to the coffee shop, ordered a latte and sat down, trying to think of what to do next. He had almost no money, had no where to go and no one to turn to. His Mom had died while he was in Thailand and his Dad lived somewhere in Oklahoma. He and his father had never been close enough to exchange Christmas cards, and he didn't even know how to contact him if he felt inclined. His mother's family had been cold towards him since her funeral. They assumed wrongly that he didn't give a damn about her. The truth was he hadn't known she had died until over a month after the event. He was so absorbed in his own misery he didn't even notice the black couple who sat down on the sofa across from him. He didn't see them set their cups down or notice the grin that slowly spread across the man's face. He only looked up when he heard the man's booming baritone. "Now, that, Sharice, is my man, Jim. He gets so deep, he don't even know when his best friend sits down to a cup of coffee with him." James looked up to see one of the most welcome and familiar faces on earth. Bill Brandon. His best friend through high-school, college and his 7 years in the workaday world of 9 to 5 automatons before he decided to take the path less trodden. He was the one person who had cautioned him against his decisionn to run off chasing his soul. "Bill?" he said. "Bill Brandon?" "Hell, yes, it's Bill. Goddamn, Jim. Where you been and what are you doing here?" "It's a long story, man. And I'm here just because I didn't have anywhere else to go. My shit just fell apart and I didn't know what to do, so I tucked my tail between my legs and used my last cash to fly home." "Well, you're here now, brother. It's gonna be alright." James looked into the eyes of his best friend and saw hope for the first time in weeks. James had that effect on people. His own driving determination for a better life infected others as well. Still the guilt gnawing at James' guts made him hesitate. "Man, I don't know. I don't have any people here anymore. No family. I'm kind of at the end of my rope." "Bullshit, man." said his friend. "What are we? We're your people if anybody ever was. And ain't you the cat who always preached faith and fate. You turned me into a believer, and you had damned well better believe it too. Think about it. I didn't know you were coming in. How you think I just happened to be at the airport to pick up my sis, just the exact same time and day you flew your sorry ass back into town from Timbuctu or Tibet or wherever you been for the past ten years. It has to be the hand of fate." A veil seemed to drop from James' eyes and he grinned sheepishly. "You're right." he said. "Just at the lowest time in my whole life, I happen to meet up with the best friend I've ever had. Probably the only person I've ever known who I can go ten years without seeing and feel like I just talked to yesterday." "You said it, bro." said Bill, extending his hand. "I feel the same damned way. Always have. Always will." James clasped Bill's hand and it felt like a lifeline. "So you gonna stay with us till you back on your feet, right?" Bill went on, nodding to the woman beside him, who James happened to really see for the very first time. "Sharice?" he ssaid. "My God, I'm sorry. Hi!" "You better say hi," smiled Sharice. "The boy who got my cherry better say hi, hug me tight and kiss my hand like a knight in shining armour." "Say what?" said Bill. Sharice leaned in closer with a chaste kiss and James was amazed at how beautiful she was, made all the more so by her familiarity and maturity "Oh yes," said Sharice. "Your boy Jim, here. He got your little sister's pussy the first time around. But, don't fret. It was his first too." Then she giggled softly, "Neither one of us knew what we were doing." Then she looked James in the eye and said frankly. "I've learned lots of shit since then." She waited expectantly. James said nothing. He just lowered his eyes, thinking about the things he had learned, about sex and himself, and so much of it bitter and dark. Bill was still in shock at this new revelation. Sharice turned to her brother. "Don't look so surprised. What was we supposed to do while you dropped him off, then run off with your ho of the week. You told us to get to know each other. And that's what we did. Several times, in every way we could imagine, till he got that wild hair to go off adventuring. That was when I started exploring the world of black dick you were always bragging about." "Well, I'll be goddamned." said Bill, finally. Then he quickly shrugged it off. "Well hell. If you would have had the sense to hold onto him instead of getting yourself knocked up by that worthless nigger, Jordon, you might have had a good life in front of you, 'stead of midnight runaway escapes from a crazy mother fucker. And Jim would have been here where he belonged instead of getting fucked over about whatever. And I would have been layin' up with one of my "ho's", as you call them, instead of picking up your sorry asses from the midnight plane." "Maybe," she mused, pursing her full thick lips and holding James captive with her big brown eyes. "Maybe Jim and I both made some bad choices in the past 10 years. I went off and got my mind fucked by a sunuvabitch who just wanted some pussy to put out on the street." Then she added, "And you look like you got fucked up just as bad." "I can't argue that," said James. "Well, all that shit's over now, for both of you," James inserted, upgrading the tempo of the conversation. "You both gonna come home with me, get some rest and start over again. Only this time, both of you better get it right, 'cause you bet I got my own business to deal with. Now both of you grab your shit and let's head home." With that, Bill stood up and headed out the door of the coffee shop. James grabbed his backpack and picked up the suitcase Sharice had brought. Sharice smiled and took his arm and walked with him after her brother. The drive from the airport was dreamlike. The combination of blind luck (or fate as Bill reported it), jetlag, lack of sleep, heartbreak and over-riding guilt all contributed. Still James was very conscious of Sharice sitting beside him. Yet every time he started to react, it was countered by recent memory. The only thing that kept him anchored was hearing Bill's familiar upbeat chatter on the way, . "....Man, you wouldn't believe how much shit done happened while you been gone. I am now the Manager of the all the Runnin' Line sports franchises in this city. There's seven all together now. I'm pullin' down more money than I ever thought possible, but work so many hours I never get a chance to enjoy it. I own myself three houses and got single mothers living in two of them, both of whom are only too happy to offset their rent with a little nookie on the side. Leon, Darrel and me still hit the basketball court two or three times a week at the Treeside Park for pickup games, and if you can still dribble and pass, I bet you and me can get right back into gear as the meanest salt'n'pepper combo in this city. Sharice is gonna get her ass back into school, whether she knows it or not, and is gonna finish that degree she started back before you left. And if she pops out any more kids in the next two years, they damned well better look a lot more like you than the nigger down the street or I'm gonna throw her out on the street my own damned self." "Listen to my big brother," chided Sharice. "Like he could throw out a stray dog, much less his sister. You ain't fooling anybody, Bill. You've always been a sucker for a sob-story or an underdog." Then she grabbed James' hand. "And don't you nor him need to feel sorry for me. I fucked up. I admit it. But I know I'm luckier than most. I got a brother who loves me, and I'm smart enough to know its time for a change." Then she added archly, taking his hand and placing it to her breast, "And if you and I was to start up again, I promise there wouldn't be nothin' but your cock makin' its way up my pussy. I may have been a prostitute for the past few years, but I ain't a whore, and even when my man put me out on the streets, I wasn't no skank. No man got to ride bareback, and no man but my man got to pump no cum in my pussy, ass or mouth, but even he lost interest after my second baby. Said we had become a business arrangement. That's when he got real hard, tried to get me dealing dope for him too and convince me that I ought to change my modus operandi to include whatever the customer wants. Not this girl. I may have fucked up big time, but I wasn't ready for that. That's when I called Bill and begged him to help." "And I'm just pissed you didn't call me sooner," Bill cut in. "You should have called as soon as he suggested you peddle pussy. You don't need that shit. Any man'd put his wife on the streets ain't no man. You notice he ain't made no contacts since you packed and left either. Not about you and not about 'Ness or Pat. Motherfucker knows better than to show his face in this town while I'm here." Sharice laughed. "Same Bill. Neighborhood don't need no police while you and your neighborhood committee are on the job." "Honey," she sighed blissfully, "I ain't felt this happy or safe for years." Then she reached across James to kiss Bill on the cheek, who burshed her away like a troublesome fly. Then she pulled back and her laughter. As she did so, she dragged her generous plump tits across James' chest and James' cock actually hardened. As if to punctuate her action, her hand brushed very familiarily over his cock before she settled back in her seat. James turned to her and he saw her smile knowingly. He found himself smiling back in a budding conspiracy of desire. What amazed him was that he was aroused at all. He had thought his guilt and remorse would stop him from reacting to anyone for a long time to come, but something about Sharice touched him both above and below the belt. He loved her. As a friend, no doubt. As an intimate, assuredly. Just as his friendship with Bill knew no boundaries of time and space, his love for Sharice seemed as intact as it had been ten years earlier. He was worrying over his reactions when Bill pulled into the driveway to his home. The garage doors opened automatically, and closed behind them as Bill turned off the engine and climbed out of the car. "You two make yourselves at home, which means I expect you to drag your own lugguage into the house, figure out which room or rooms you're staying in and keep yourselves entertained for the evening, I'm about to knock off a serious piece of ass before I get a couple hours sleep. Then he turned sober. "Seriously, I suggest you two keep your hands off each other at least till you both figure out what the fuck you're doing here. I don't mind you two fuckin', but I love both of you and don't want to see either of you get any more hurt than you already are." Sharice called out to Bill as he walked away, "You a fine one to talk. Bet your little slut you be fuckin' tonight is either underage, married or on parole." "Probably all three, wouldn't be the first time," Bill chided as disappeared in the house with a laugh. "But she knew what she was gettin'. Ain't no secret about that." That left Sharice and James alone. "Well, honey, looks like Bill ain't changed a bit," she smiled. "Runnin' off for some coochie and tossing advice at us to abstain as he goes." "I guess so," smiled Bill. "But I'm awful grateful for that, too. I've got some serious life restructuring to do, and having a friend like Bill could make all the difference in the world." "Mmmm-Hmmm," said Sharice, giving James a studied look. "I think we got some serious catching up to do too, James. Maybe we can do it between the sheets if you up to it." James broke into a crooked smile. "Sharice, if it was anybody but you saying that, I doubt if I could even consider it. But I think you could arouse me if I was on my death bed. I've been so depressed for the past week, I would have thought anything about romance or sex was hopeless, but all you had to do was brush your titties against against me and smile, and I'm feeling like a man again. You give me hope." Sharice laughed. "I'll be giving you a lot more than that if you can get your dick hard." Then she turned suddenly serious, with a turn of expression and phrasing that mirrored her brother from minutes before. "Right now, I need something real and tender. Whatever I said about us not knowing what we were doing back then ..... really, it was always sweet and felt right. I'd like to have that again, if I could. Even if it's just for tonight." "Me too," said James. There was a momentary pause while they drowned in each others eyes, then they reached for each other as if setting up for a dance, his left hand went to her waist and his left behind her back to pull her to him, she placed both her hands behind his neck and they melted together in a kiss. James found Sharice's mouth open, liquid and inviting. She sucked his tongue into her throat. She tasted sweet and spicy. Again, even after ten years and who knew how many lovers that lay between them, it felt good and right to be kissing Sharice. Familiar and warm and spiked with desire. Her full breasts crushed against his chest and her body molded itself to him like linked peices of a puzzle. She felt ripe and open, heating up quickly. Their kisses became more intense. James started exploring her body. He slid one hand under her blouse and immediately up to her breasts. He pulled her bra down and found that her big tits were capped with large protruding nipples, that hardened to his touch. He then slipped his his ohter hand up her skirt and found her panties soaked with her dripping juice. In the close confines of the car, the smell of her sex began to waft up from her wet cunt, and his cock was tenting his pants almost comically. "Ohhh, I like that," she said as she hesitantly broke the kisses and pushed him back. "You still got the softest lips and sweetest mouth this black girl has ever tasted. You done learned how to soul kiss good too." James smiled shyly. "I'm glad you liked it. I was afraid I couldn't meet your expectations now that you're a woman of the world." "Honey, after nine years of parenthood, eight years of marraige, and the past five years on the street, if you can treat me nice, keep me warm and eat my pussy, I'll be more that satisfied." "Well, you know you've got that," James said softly. "If fact, if all you need is to be held, we can do that. You got me going, but I don't have to fuck to be with you. It's never been that way for us." Sharice kissed him again lightly and said, "You are so sweet. No wonder you got into my pussy when nobody else could. Now you get me when I've had more cock than I can remember, but you can bet I ain't never got bored with a man who loves to suck my koochie. That was one thing you were never shy about, and I like that. I like that a lot." James grinned, "Then we're both in luck, cause that's still where I go to worship." They kissed again. This time Sharice unzipped his pants, then fished into it for his cock. She dragged it from its confines, then tested it for length, width and hardness. James in turn opened her blouse and attacked Sharice's breasts with his mouth, surprised to find them so full, soft and pendulous. These were a mother's breasts, and that served to excite him even more, his suckling became intense until Sharice groaned loudly and pushed him back once again. "Let's get out of this car," Sharice whispered. "I don't need to be fucking you in no car. I want some romance and pillowtalk." "Me too," smiled James. With that, they broke their lover's clench. She buttoned her blouse and he zipped his pants, then they got out of the car. Once again James grabbed both his backpack and Sharice's suitcase. They walked togehter into Bill's home, not even ready for what they were going to find there. * * * * * * * * Sharice and James walked into the kitchen of Bill's house from the garage and were immediately bombarded by a cocaphany of noise. Ther was music from nearby, mixed with obvious sex-moans. From upstaris they could hear tv and kids yelling. "Oops! Guess my girls are still awake," she said, squeezing James' arm. "Looks like we're going to have to put 'us' on hold till I saay hi and let them know we're back together." "Back together?" Sharice punched James' arm. "I mean me and the kids. I sent them on ahead with my sister before I came. I wanted them out of the house in case things got nasty. Didn't need to worry though, Jordon was happy to see them go. Any pussy he can't put on the street, fuck or get money from, he got no interest in. Even his own daughters." "Oh," said James softly, and felt his remorse come creeping back. "Come on, let me introduce you to the two little hellions." Leading him by the arm, Sharice guided James into the noise. They walked through a fantastically appointed living room with a plush sofa, matching lounge chair, a giant wide screen tv, a pool table and a standing pinball machine. There was a wetbar dividing the living area and the kitchen, and across the room to the side, there were stairs leading up to the second floor. Sharice and James walked through the room and past a downstairs bedroom where the groaning and moaning, along with the heavy base of a stereo, was coming from. As they walked past, Sharice banged on the door. "Bill, can't you get a nut without letting the whole house know about it?" Then scrambled up the stairs in a fit of laughter, James chasing quickly after her in case bullets, pillows or expletives needed to be dodged on the way. Upstairs, they walked towards a closed door where the arguing was coming from. Sharice had a big grin on her face as she threw open the door, but stopped cold when she got inside. James stepped in behind her and saw what had frozen her in place. The arguing was not coming from her girls. That was coming from a sitcom on the television. Her girls were much too occupied to be fighting between themselves. One of them, the 9 year old, was lying beneath a boy of about 10, getting her hairless little pussy ploughed in obvious bliss, her eyes were closed and she was madly hunching herself up to meet his frenzied thrusts. The other little girl, no more than five, was sitting on the face of a boy slightly younger than the one fucking her sister. Her eyes were glued to her fucking sibline and the boy was avidly sucking at her tiny cunt. Suddenly the younger girl froze in position in obvious orgasm. "Ah-ah-ah! Eeeee!" she halp panted/half screamed as she ground her little cunt mindlessly into her boyfriend's mnouth. Her sister and her partner both turned to look at the delicious little scene and it must have hit an erotic chord in both of them because the elder sister grabbed her lover's ass and began flailing even more wildly. "Fuck me harder, Aaron," she cried. "Harder! Harder!" Aaron obliged the sluttish nine year old and began pounding his slender dick into her. In less than a minute, and just as the five year old was collapsing onto the boy eating out her tiny cunt, the elder sister grunted her way into orgasm as well." Then a curious thing happened. As the five year old relaxed, she released her bladder, and began peeing right into the mouth of the little boy sucking her pussy. He immediately pulled away and was rewarded by a face full of little girl piss. He shoved her off him, spluttering and screaming at her. "Get offa me! She peed on me. She peed in my mouth." Without any conscious intent, James' dick jerked to attention and his mouth began to water. The older boy and girl looked over at the younger pair and started to laugh. They were cut off abruptly when Sharice spoke up. "I would say what the fuck is going on here, but I can see for myself." she said stepping into the room. She glared at the boys. "I'll deal with these little sluts myself, but right now I want to know where your boys' momma is." "Uh--uh--she in the room with Mr. Brandon" said the older boy. "Nessa is the one who started it." he whined. "She said fuckin' is fun and then she showed us how to do it. " Sharice stared at her naked daughter hard-eyed. "Is that true , Vanessa? Did you make this big boy pull out his stiff little cock and stuff it up your pussy?" "No, Momma. he wanted to fuck too. And it was Chris's idea to go suckin' on Patty's pussy while I was fuckin Aaron. Said it would help him get ready for fuckin' me next, and it would be fun for Patty too." "Was it, Patricia?" demanded sharice. "was it fun to have this boy's tongue up in your cunt?" Patricia was too scared to speak. "Answer me, girl." demanded Sharice. "Did you like getting your pussy eat out? and you better be telling me the truth about it."" "Y-yes Momma. I liked it." . "Good!At least that is the one natural thing going on here," said Sharice, her eyes aflame with something between anger and humour, but seemingly satisfied to get the situation grounded is harsh reality. "Now, how long has this fucking been going on?" "Just today, Momma," answered Vanessa. "This was the first time. I promise." "But this ain't your first fuck, is it girl. Looks to me you know more about sex than these two boys. Who you been sexin' girl? Who taught you how to fuck?" Vanessa went quiet. Aaron, the boy who had been on top of her, found his way into the corner next to his brother. Both were grabbing at their clothes and trying to get dressed as quickly as possible. The two girls were frozen, afraid to move. And Vanessa still said nothing. Sharice stared at her daughter, then looked at James. She reached for his hand and squeezed it. When she looked up at him, there was a sparkle in her eye. A glint of humor, or irony, or tragic acceptance, he couldn't figure which. "Well, James, these are my daughters, and you should get to know them, especially Vanessa." "Huh?" said both James and Vanessa. "Vanessa's full name is Vanessa Evangeline Brigham, but her surname should be Norton." said Sharice. James almost fell over. Vanessa dropped her mouth open and forgot to be embarrassed by her own nakedness. "James, I didn't mean to tell you until later, but I was pregnant when you left." She doesn't know and my ex never even suspected. "But this is a good a time as any for you to meet your daughter. Although I'm sorry to say that she's nine years old and already a little slut." "No Momma. No. 'Ness ain't no slut. She just likes to fuck is all," said Patricia, trying to explain in five year old reasoning Sharice started to laugh, "I guess I can't say shit about that," and the laugh turned to tears as she added, "I use the same kind of excuse to explain why I've been selling my ass for the past five years but claim I'm not really a whore." She took this opportunity to lean into James and said unapolagetically. "I dindn't plan on telling "Mommy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." cried Vanessa. Sharice leaned down, dragging James into a kneeling postion with her, and took both the girls into her arms. James was at a loss, but kept an arm around Sharice's waist, even has he found himself brushing against the little girls' nude bodies. He did his best to comfort her too. "Its okay, Sharice. It will all be okay." Sharice's tears quckly ceased, almost as abruptly as they had begun, and she kissed both her girls. She started to laugh, as if this was another bitter joke life was playing on her. "Fuck it," she said. "I am so happy to see you two, and I'm too tired to be mad. I just wish you weren't getting your pussy's greased when I first saw you. Now, I'll never get that image out of my mind. But at least it was kids playing with kids. If it had been grownups with you, somebody would have been dead by now." Then she kissed them both again. Relieved their Mother had seemed to recover, the two girls relaxed too. Then Vanessa stood naked in front of James, put her hands on her hips and looked him in the eye. "You really my Daddy?" she demanded. "Um--I don't know," he said, trying to keep his eyes above her crotch, but he couldn't help but notice the slippery glisten to the smooth hairless cunt. When Vanessa noticed James looking at her, she checked his crotch quickly. "Hmmmm----mmmm, Momma, I think my Daddy's got a hard on for my pussy." "Course he's got a hard on. He's a man, ain't he? And you're showing off your little girl pussy like it was open for business, ain't you? Besides, he just saw you fucking and most men will get an erection at a sight like that." "Now, you girls get your clothes on. You two boys come with us. We're going to go see your Momma." Sharice and James herded the boys out of the room, down the hall and down the stairs, until they were standing in front of Bill's bedroom. The groaning was still going on and the boys stopped. "What you waitin' for. You done seen my little girls in the middle of a nut, and gave me a show I'll think about the rest of my life. You won't be seeing anything new here. "But--that's our Mo---" "And those were my children!" exclaimed Sharice. "Now get your butts into that room." The boys were stuck in the middle of an impossible situation, but their immediate threat was less than a foot away so they opened the door to the room. Now it was their turn to stare wide eyed and open mouthed. There in the middle of the big king sized bed, they saw their Mother with her ass arched up into the air and their "uncle" Bill drilling an impossibly long cock deep into her asshole. "Oh fuck, baby, your ass is so tight. So good. So fuckin' hot. I'm gonna fill it up." "Ungh!" grunted the woman as if she were in the middle of a massive bowel movement and pushing her big round black ass even further up into the air to meet his next thrust. "You already got my asshole filled with your big cock. Now make me cum with it, mother fucker. Make me come from my asshole." "Oh baby, I'm gonna rock your sweet ass till you shake and shiver, Don't' you worry one goddam bit about that. You just give me my first nut so's I can fuck you right, all night if that's what it takes for you. But give me my nut now." "Fuck it, then." grunted the woman, glaring back at him. "Fuck my shit, baby. Cum right up in my ass!" That was when she noticed the open door and her two boys staring at her. "Oh, shit!" "Oh shit is right," groaned Bill, mistaking this as his que to finish fast. "I feel your nasty shit all 'round my dick. You got me going, bitch, and I'm gonna mix up some -- oh fuck, here it comes!" "No-no--stop...!" cried the boys' Mom. But she was trapped beneath Bill's weight and couldn't get away from his bludgeoning dick. "Momma?" whispered Eric. Bill was suddenly aware of someone else in the room, but he was too far gone to quit now. His cum was boiling into his date's hot asshole and all he could do now was hold on. He hunched one more time to drive his dick balls deep into her asshole and felt her clenching rectum drain his come from him, even as she tried to wriggle away. This only served to incite Bill to grab her tight by her hips and hold her even tighter to him. Finally, his orgasm complete, Bill came to himself enough to realize something strange was going on and pulled out to look around. What the quartet in the door saw was his still hard, and shit speckled ebony dick with a drop of cum still clinging to it as he disengaged from his date. "What the fuck is going on here?" He demanded of all of them. Then he looked up at his sister's wide grin, his best friend trying not to look at the spectacle before him and both of his lover's boys staring dumbly at him and their mother, and he grabbed the nearest pillow to cover himself. "Well, this night is full of surprises," grinned Sharice. "First i find my little girls getting fucked by your boys , then I get to see my big brother ram his cock all the way up their mother's, and my half sister's, asshole. Damn, Rebecca, I never knew you dug that hershey highway shit." Then she laughed. "But with an ass like yours, if I was a man I'd want to fuck it too." Meanwhile the two boys eyes were glued to their momma's wide open pussy and gaping asshole. "What the hell you boy's looking at?" she glared, not even attempting to hide herself or change positions. She seemed to get some hedonistic pleasure seeing her boys staring at her with a combination of horror and unwanted sexual facination. "Momma?" repeated Eric. "Yes, your momma." said the woman. "and yes, I was fucking your Uncle Bill. And no, it ain't none of your business." "Well, it's my business when I walked in and found my two little girls getting the same treatment as I just saw you" "They were fucking 'Ness and Pat's assholes?" Sharice's sister said, openly appalled. "No, they was in their pussies." Eric broke in, "I wasn't fuckin' Pat's pussy. Momma, I was just licking at it." "Oh, and that's supposed to make me feel better?" said Evangeline, finally changing position and turning to face the crowd in the doorway. She glared equally at her boys and James. "And what's this white motherfucker doing here, getting his eyeful of my black ass and cunt?" Suddenly a light of recognition hit her and she was up out of the bed before she could think about it or before James could react. ' "James!"she squealed. "you're back." James was surprised to suddenly have another beautiful naked girl pressed to him and her arms wrapped around his neck. Unlike Sharice, he didn't feel any particular stirrings of arousal. After all, this was his buddy's girl, but he did feel as if he had stepped out of his nightmare into Sharice's. What's more, the girl also seemed strangely familiar. "YOU know Jim, Evangeline" asked Bill from behind her. Evangelineanswered before James could fumble out an answer. "He may not remember me, but I sure remember him. He used to come over when Sharice was babysitting me. They would put me to bed and then fuck on the sofa in the living room. I had a big crush on him. Used to fantasize that he would toss Shar's pretentious black ass and be the man of my dreams." "You're little Evangeline?" stammered James. "Ain't little no more," she answered, grabbing his hands and placing them on the cheeks of her magnificent ass. "Bill here tells me I got enough ass for three women. Matter of fact, if Bill's up for it, I'd be happy to take care of your fine white dick along with that black monster of his." James looked to Bill, then Sharice for help. Bill just grinned. "Fuckit, man. Far as I'm concerned that'd be a good way to celebrate your homecoming. Ain't much closer we can get than that thin membrane between my girl's cunt and asshole. I got dibs on the ass." "Not a motherfucking chance," interjected Sharice, disentangling James from Evangeline's grasp. "If James is going to be drilling any cunt in this house tonight, it's going to be your's truly. You and him can bond over a glass of beer or a joint or something. I'm all set for some TLC and a shoulder to lean on tonight. That and we still ain't dealt with these two little bastards of yours, 'Little Evangeline'." "Fuck it, Sharice," countered Evangeline. "They're just kids being kids. Ain't like no grown up done fucked your baby's pussy. They're just curious is all." "Curious hell. They was fucking my little girls." "And my guess is your girls are gonna be fuckin' more and more in the near future. Once a girl gets some dick, she usually gonna get more. Anyway, that's my experience. Might as well take it with a smile and tell them to stay away from the drug addicts and assholes." said Evangeline, climbing back onto the bed and repositoning that fine black ass back up in the air. Then she slapped it hard and winked at James, and damned if her asshole didn't seem to wink as well. "Now, if you all are done, my man and me need to recapture the mood. You can take the boys out and whip their asses if you like, but I need to finish my business in here or my landlord is likely to expect cold hard cash, instead of hot wet pussy." "But Momma, he was fucking you in your asshole. And he's our uncle." said Aaron. "Only cause he's Sharice's half brother. He ain't none of my blood. And he wasn't doing nothing I didn't ask him to do. Now, get your scrawny butt out of here before I really disrupt your view of motherhood. " "But, Momma....." whined Eric. "Go!" demanded Evangeline. And so, Sharice and James ushered the boys out of the room, after which they heard the quick click of the door lock.. Sharice marched the troupe and James back into Bill's living room. The volume of the music from the room at the end of the hall got louder. "'Nessa! Pat! Get in here," she yelled. The two girls, now dressed in night clothes, came running down the steps. Vanessa was wearing a tee-shirt that didnt' quite cover the cleft of her hairless pussy in her pink panties. Pat wore a small tee-shirt and white panties with a barbie motif. Sharice sat them all down. "I am tired and mad and sad, so I only want to have to say this once. It's bedtime. No more sex play in this house for anyone under the age of 18. You kids all need to go to bed, but not together. You girls go to your room. You boys can sleep on the couch or whatever. My man and me are going to the guest bedroom. Your Momma and Uncle Bill are busy in his room. Leave them be. You are all to go to bed and go to sleep. Period. Do I make myself clear? Any further discussion is postponed until after I've had my morning coffee." "Yes Momma." said the two girls, dutifully. "Yes'm," echoed the two boys. "Then let's go," said Sharice and motioned for Vanessa and Patricia to head up stairs. She took James hand and together they followed the girls back upstairs. Once there, James picked up Sharice's bag and his backpack and waited as Sharice tucked the girls in. Throughout, Vanessa kept sneaking peaks at James. Her big round brown eyes full of wonder at the new found discovery that her daddy was a white man,and that he was here. He was just as facinated, and despite his weariness and the general mindfuck that had been his lot for the past two weeks, he wanted to know the truth of the matter. At long last they made their way to the guest bedroom, which was just next door to the girls' room. They stepped in and James dropped the bags onto the floor. "Finally," Sharice exhaled and collapsed onto him, letting him fully support her weight, then kissed him sweetly, and somehow all James's fatigue and troubles melted away. Sharice laughed lightly and said, "I feel like we had to run an obstacle course just to be alone together." James took this as his que and kissed her again. He was evidently reading the signals right because Sharice began undressing him in the midst of the kiss. She seemed to be reacting to him the same way he was to her, heating up quickly, just as she had in the car. It was like striking a pair of matches from a single flint, and they flamed together, feeding each other's desire. Sharice was well practiced in undressing a man, and James quickly had his shirt off. Sharice kissed him lightly on his neck and chest as she began progessively working down his body, then spread back his chest hair to suck at his nipples. This inflamed James further. "Oh yeah," he murmured when he felt her sharp teeth bite at him, and heard her chuckle again. "I see some things haven't changed," she said. And James remembered that it was Sharice who had joined him in their first experiments in turning pain into pleasure. And she was right. His preference for a mix of pain with his sex had only increased in the time they had been apart. He wondered if she was the same. But any thought was quickly driven from his mind as she bore down on his nipple with her teeth and fished down into his pants for his cock. She jacked him off as she sucked his nipple. Priming him for whatever lay ahead. Without thinking James pushed lightly down on Sharice's head, guiding her lower. Sharice followed his lead and went to her knees, unbuckling, unzipping, and then pulling down his jeans to reveal his dick and strong, if scarred, legs. He stepped out of his pants and watched wordlessly as Sharice began jacking him off again, his cock well lubricated by the precum gernerated during the repeated erotic teases throughout the evening; their shared kisses and carresses, then catching her girls fucking with their cousins, and then walking in on Bill and Evangeline as they culminated an anal sex interlude. His need for her had grown with each added perversion until now. Evenso, he realized his need for Sharice was more emotional than physical. She was an anchor for him. Even with her life fucked up and though she and her kids were as destitute as he was. He felt a stability in their connection. Not like souls, but shared souls. He needed that connection, and he also knew fucking her was somehow the right way to cement it in stone. As if reading his mind, Sharice looked up into his eyes and said to him, "Watch me while I suck your cock." and engulfed him into her mouth's warm velvet cavern, still looking up at him. Again, she must have remembered what he liked because she used her teeth on him while she sucked and tongued his cock. "He also saw her raise up her skirt and reach into her panties to masturbate herself as she sucked him. She pulled away briefly and gasped, "God, I forgot how much I love doing this to you," then attacked his cock with renewed ferver. James showed his appreciation by grabbing her behind her head and fucking into her mouth. He felt her open her throat and take him all the way into her gullet, until her lips were pressed into his pubic hair. Even then she growled her desire and wrangled at his cock like a tigress tearing at a new kill, as if wanting to draw his cock all the way down into her stomach. It was only after her eyes started to tear and she couldn't breathe that she pulled away, with messy strands of saliva dripping from both James' cock and her mouth. She then quickly rose and kissed him, smearing them both with the mess. But by now neither of them cared. If anything, it added to their shared desires. They were teenage kids again, and the same spark that had drawn them together as ardent, if secret and casual lovers through their highschool years, into college and on into the workaday world, was still intact. They fit together, and they felt the connection like steel pillars in a world of decay. It was as if this was one of the few real things they could count on, unseen and unmeasurable, but more real than the clothes they wore or the papers that had bound them to marraiges and contracts. It was breathtaking and beautiful. Breaking the kiss, James said, "My turn," and began taking his turn at undressing Sharice. "I hope you're not disappointed," Sharice whispered as he began unbuttoning her blouse. "Not likely," said James. Uncovering her bra and the overflowing mounds of her full brown breasts. "I'm no schoolgirl anymore, James. My stomach isn't flat and my tits don't point to the ceiling. I'm a mother, and I've got the stretchmarks to prove it." Then, as he unhooked the catch to her skirt, lending truth to her words and as he pulled her skirt down, following by pealing her see through panties down her legs. "Beautiful," was all he said, with open adoration. Then he carefully helped her step out of the underwear and skirt. She used his shoulder for support as she did so. Then he looked up adoringly anf said softly. "Don't you get it, Sharice? Love don't know nothing about age or how the flesh is formed. It doesn't even count the time we've been apart." He smiled reassuringly. "That stuff may help, but that's not what stands the test of time. This is." With that he buried his face into the kinky muff of her pubic hair and burrowed his way to and past the compact hidden lips of her labia and on into the sweet pink interior of her pussy. Just as easily he blindly dug his tongue into the juicy sauce of her cunt and drank of her musk. She was fragrant with her desire and the taste of her juices hit the back of his tongue like a fine wine. A taste that would linger for hours well after their lovemaking was done. A strong and potent concoction of sex driven scents and tastes. The slightest hint of urine. A stronger mix of sweat from a long day and a flight across country. The sweet musk of a woman in heat. All served to drive James to a mental and emotional plane he never thought to attain again. And urging him on, Sharice grabbed him by the hair on the sides of his head and groaned. "Yesssssss, suck my pussy. Show me you remember my kitten, cause she remembers you, James. You made me squirt the first time you ate me out. Now make me squirt right into your mouth. Your cunt sucking mouth." James switched strategy and began sucking Sharice's pronounced clit. It was elongated and erect, drenched in pussy juice and begging for attention. As soon as James latched on it, Sharice went wild. She began fucking his face with her cunt, trying to swallow him into her pussy. She came quick and just as promised, she drenched James with her squirting woman ejaculate. She held him tight as she came and he had to catch his breath. He rose and caught her as she wobbled on her weakened knees. "Oh, James. We still got it, baby. Oh yes, we still got it." she murmured in semi-conscousness as he guided her onto the bed. She curled up in a fetal positon on the bed when she lay down, then transferred her clutching clinging need to him when he lay down beside her, wrapping her legs and arms around him in the bed, encasing his body just as she had encased his cock in her mouth and throat when she sucked him. James somehow maneuvered the pair of them under the covers and joined together with her with wet kisses, that drew him from her mouth to her neck, then to suckling at her breasts, licking at her big dark brown nipples and biting them with nips inserspersed with deep hard sucking, filling his mouth with her mammary flesh, like a baby hungry for milk. This went on for some minutes until she pushed him away with a groan. "Just hold me for a minute," she said, then sighed. "You just 'bout tore my titties out by the roots." "Sorry," said James. "Don't be sorry," Sharice answered. "I liked it. I just need a break. I like the pain too, but need to stop it every once in a while before it goes from fun to serious shit." James did as she asked and held her quietly going back to gentle tender kisses, sharing all the flavors of their oral coupling. Thinking Sharice was now satiated and tired, James spoke before he got too worked up again, "Would you like to sleep now?" he asked. Sharice grinned warmly. "No, I'd like to fuck now." she said. "You're not getting away without a nut tonight. Any man who can make me squirt deserves a full fledged orgasm. And for tonight, you are my man. When you think of your night with me, I want you to remember the best cum you ever had. Besides, I think that poor dick of yours has been teased enough for one night. Let's see. You watched my girls fucking and cumming; Pat piss in David's mouth, which as I recall was a big turnon for you," Sharice paused for James' reaction. James closed his eyes and nodded in acknowledgement. "Still true," he admitted, "but as I recall it was your idea to try it to start with." "We'll get into that in a bit," said Sharice archly, then went on. "Then you saw Evangeline getting fucked in the ass and finally, you were cock-teased by your own new found daughter. I think I'd better make society safe before I let you leave this room, even if it's just to take a piss." "Ahh, so you're saying you're fucking me out of a sense of duty?" asked/postulated James. "Booty duty," answered Sharice with a smile. "But I want it too. I need you to cum in me. It's like reliving all those sweet times we dug each other's sexual fantasies without rules or expectations. It's like its all still right here. Still" "Maybe it wasn't just the circumstances, Shar," said James, lying back and falling into the shortened nickname he'd used for her all those years ago. "Maybe what was special was the combination of you and me, and maybe it doesn't matter about the when or where of it all. We connect as man and woman." "Well, I'm in the mood to connect a bit right now," she said and rolled over on top of him, kissing him, then working her way down his body. When she got to his nipples, she seemed to decide to give a fair exchange for his mauling of her magnificent tits. She quickly made him groan in pain and pleasure and continued to grind her teeth into his flesh until it was his turn to push her away. However, instead of rising up to playfully kiss him as he expected, Sharice nipped, licked and kissed her way down his stomach to his groin and he once again felt his cock embedded into the moist enclosure of her mouth. This time she spent her time licking the lenght of his dick, then sucking each of his balls into her mouth, tongue bathing every part of him. James moaned in pleasure as Sharice continued to lave his balls. Then she suddenly grabbed his legs and pushed them up so he bent his kness. "Wha--" he exclaimed. Without explaining herself, Sharice buried her face into the crack of James' ass. She wormed her tongue up into his asshole and began tongue fucking him. At the same time she reached up, grabbed his dick and began jacking him off. This was one of those things she meant she'd learned since they had been apart he thought, and did his best to relax his asshole for her. Sharice dug deeper, sucking at his asshole as she ate him out. It felt delightful and nasty as hell. And James loved it. They were both moaning when the door to the bedroom suddenly opened and in walked Vanessa. "Momma,..." she started, then simply said "Wow! I never knew you could do that." Sharice sat up and turned her head to her daughter. "Vanessa, will you get out of here. Can't you see I'm tossin' this man's salad?" "What?" said Vanessa. "Later!" insisted Sharice. "Unless this is a real emergency. We can discuss it in the morning. Me and your Daddy are getting reaquainted." Vanessa giggled, "I don't have to worry 'bout any baby brothers or sisters if that's the way you do it." she said and dashed from the room. In his chagrin, james could only speak his mind. "Like mother, like daughter." He said, looking down at Sharice between his spread knees. "You're awful brave to be in such a compromised position," said Sharice, as she took look at James' erect penis and cum bloated balls. "Trusting," said James. "First loves should never bust balls or castrate." In answer Sharice leaned in and bit the inside of his ass cheeks, first one and then the other. "Ouch!" squealed James. "You're gonna pay for that!" "Oh, I'm so scared," chided Sharice and proceeded to drive a finger deep into his asshole. "Ungh!" grunted james. "Oh shit," he groaned. "Shit is right," mewled Sharice. "I can feel your shit." "The real problem is I think I like it," said James. Sharice just grinned, then withdrew her finger from his ass and popped it in her mouth. "That was shit, all right," she said. Seeing Sharice suck the sticky brown mess off her finger caused James' dick to pulse. Seeing this, Sharice said, "I was wondering if you still remembered our nasty little games." "Remember?" said james. "They ruined me. Our little games turned me into a freak. I've never been fully satisified in a relationship since then unless it included shit and piss as part of sexual play." Sharice grinned and her eyes glinted in the dim bedroom light. "Me too," she said softly as she slid her finger back up into James asshole and began fucking him with it. "That was part of what broke up my relationship with Jordan. He was fine with me digging his piss and shit as long as it was a one way street, but I found out most motherfuckers lose respect for a girl when they find out she's too freaky for a freak. That's the way it was with Jordan. He called me crazy and sick, then tried to get me to give my johns the same treatment. He said he couldn't understand why I wouldn't do something for money I did with him for free. Motherfucker never did understand what "special" really means between a man and a woman." "I know what you mean...but would you mind getting back to this. I'd love to talk about it later, but right now, I really want to--um--" "Cum?" finished Sharice. "Yeah, but before I do, I'd really like some more of that tongue action. Then I would like to return the favor." "Ohhh!" smiled Sharice. "That can easily be arranged." With that she replaced her probing finger with her delving tongue. She then set to work with a purpose, applying untold suction to Jame's asshole and using her tongue to dig as deep into his rectal passage as possible. She nipped at his asscheeks, licked at his anus and repeatly returned to the sucking probing analingus. James groaned his appreciation and found himself needing and wanting to fill her vaccuuming mouth with his shit. The desire kept growing until he finally spoke up in as gasping panting voice. "Shar, if you don't stop, I'm going to dump a load of shit right in your fucking mouth." Sharice backed off and released his legs. She was flushed as well, and obviously horny again. "Not that I would object, but I don't think that's where we want to go right now," she said. "But when the time comes, I'll happily suck the shit right out of you and you can cover me with your shit if you want." "I'll take you up on that," James answered. "In the meantime, how's about me turning the tables on you. "You want to dig into my shit chute?" "Yes," grimaced James. "That's exactly what I want to do." In a serpentine move Sharice slid up James body and hovered over him. "You mean you want to eat out my asshole?" "Yes," admitted James. "I want to taste your asshole just like you did mine." "I like that," cooed Sharice, then kissed him deep with an abiding hunger, one he shared with her and for her. "Turn around," said James. "Give me your ass." "Mmmmm," murmured Sharice and switched around so James had a full view of her big black round butt. Then she backed her ass up to his face and he spread her cheeks to get access to her dark brown pucker of an asshole. "Is this what you want?" asked Sharice. "Exactly," said James, his voice muffled with his face wedged deep between the rich brown asscheeks of his first love. "He licked at the pucker of her ass and was delighted to find the dark flavor he craved. The taste of his lover's shit. He licked the crack of her ass, across her asshole, down to her pussy and delved briefly into her cunt, then quickly darting his tongue back to her asshole. He probed, loosened her sphincter, and probed more. He wallowed in the scent and taste of her lightly shit-flavored asshole and swallowed it down. He was smothered between the heavy firm globes of her ass, and he loved it. At the same time, Sharice was moaning her pleasure and approval, and subsequntly dove onto his dick, sucking at the head, then swallowing him whole, then drawing back and nibbling on him. Neither one would cum like this. They both knew it, but it was a practiced pleasuring they both remembered from years before. One that heightened their desire and fulfilled some dark chasm they shared. This way they pleasured and readied each other for the delicious fuck that was yet to come. Back in the day, where they were discovering each other and their own fresh perverse desires, they would have prolonged the oral play. They would have experimented it with various other delights, like eating each other's shit and drinking each other's piss, but they both understood now that this was a form of foreplay that they needed, but did not, in and of itself, meet their needs. With that in mind, James drew back from Sharice's asshole and said, "Come here." To which Sharice quickly maneuvered around to face him. James rolled her over so that he was above her, then kissed her again, and simultaneously reached down, took hold of his cock and ran it up and down the open mouth of her cunt, teasing her clitoris, rubbing over and pressing slightly into her asshole, then back to her pussy. Sharice helped by reaching down and spreading her labia to give him full access. James sunk fully into Sharice's cunt and looked deep into her eyes. They sighed together. This was the goal, the heart's desire they both shared and needed. The connection. "I love you, Sharice," said James, as he began to slowly move in and out of her. Tears came to Sharice's eyes and she pulled him down onto her and whispered in his ear, "I will always love you, James." "Yes," affirmed James as he began fucking her with a purpose, drilling into her cunt and glorying in the rapture of feeling her embrace. Sharice dug her nails into his back and he reached down and around her big ass. He found her asshole and slid his forefinger into her asshole, to the hilt,and began fingerfucking her asshole in time to his dick's rampage of her cunt. "Fuck me, James. cum inside me," she panted. "Fill my pussy." "Yes," moaned James. "Let me cum in your sweet hot cunt." "You want to make another baby with me?" asked/pleaded Sharice. James raised back up so he could look into her eyes. "Yes," he said. "Give me another pretty baby. Let me see you in the eyes of another little girl." And he began a brutal fuck of her cunt. "Yes," panted Sharice, building up to another orgasm herself, panting and moaning "Do it, James. Make another baby in me. I want your babies." This blew James' mind, and her clasping cunt sucked his load out of him as strongly as her mouth ever did. As he exploded, he fucked Sharice with all the power and speeed he could muster. Sharice screamed, and James joined her, the two of them cumming togehter. James was flushed red as he froze in total abandon. Sharice seemed to be struggling beneath him, yet clutching him tight with her legs and arms and cunt. Their orgasm was an explosion and James drenched Sharice's cunt in thick spurting ropes of his cum. Sharice answered in turn, spurting her female ejaculant as well. It was messy, sticky, and smelled of strong heavy sexual expulsions. Both were panting, breathing hard and carried a look of wonder. This was better than anything they had shared before, and they both had always gauged sexual experiences against the milestone of their shared progressive exploration into sex and their relationship as friends and secret lovers. James rolled over and fell back onto the bed. "I never----" he gasped. "Me either...." panted Sharice. Then they laughed and embraced, glorying in whatever the fuck it was they had just found together. "God, that was good," said James. "It was never that good...." "Not ever," agreed Sharice. "Makes me wonder what is going on here," mumbled Sharice as she turned onto her side and draped her arm over James stomach and using his chest for her pillow. "Me too," droned James as he finally dropped off after several days without sleep. Outside their door, peeking in and watching is facination, and with her little hairless pussy dripping from her self-manipulated orgasm, nine year old Vanessa added in a small voice, "Oh yeah, me too," then staggered back to her bedroom, still panting and wondering at what she had just serruptiously shared in, and wanting an even more intimate taste of the experience. = Settling In Morning tried to intrude early in Bill Brandon's household. There was a banging at the door sometime just after dawn. "Up and at 'em, sleepyheads. Time for breakfast!" It was Bill taking the place of an alarm clock and he could be heard relaying the same message down the hall at the girl's door. James started to shift about and struggle out of bed but was stopped cold. "Don't you dare," warned Sharice in an intense whisper as she tightened her grip across his chest and her leg across his abdomen. "That motherfucker will not disturb my first good night's sleep in six months. You curl back up with me and cuddle your black woman. We both need the rest and I'll make sure you're properly fed when we get up." James, realizing just how comfortable he really was, acceeded to her admonition and felt himself quickly drift back into a sweet abyss of sleep where he couldn't tell where his body left off and hers began. This was a magic sensation he had always felt with her, and remembering it made the sensation all the more pleasurable. He could drown in the love of this woman, he knew, and only begrudge the fact that he didn't have more to give. Without stopping to consider the track that had brought him to this bed, he smiled to himself and slept. He might have slept all day except for three occurrences. The first was when the two girls swept into the room after their meal and hopped onto the bed, dislodging him from Sharice's embrace. He watched as Sharice sat up in bed and embraced her two girls. None of them seemed mindful of her naked breasts. Nor did they seem to take notice of him. "Morning, Mommy!" heralded Patricia. "Morning, honey," murmured Sharice in return, not yet awake but obviously happy to see her. "Good morning Mom," added Vanessa, and then added. "Good morning, Daddy." to James. James started up and said shyly, "Morning Vanessa, Patricia." "Daddy?" said Patricia. "Do we call the white man Daddy now?" "Vanessa calls James Daddy because she just found out he's her real father," explained Sharice. "You can call him Uncle James if you want." "I want to call him Daddy too," responded Patricia defiantly. "Then Daddy it is, if he's okay with it," said Sharice. Then she turned to James. "You up to dealing with an adopted daughter your first day back in town?" James knew he had to say something. "You can call me whatever feels right to you." he told Patricia, but was still a bit surprised when she slipped up under the covers with him and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek., and then announced, "Good morning, Daddy James!" Not to be outdone, Vanessa hopped under the covers too, interposing herself between James and Patricia. She hugged James too and threw her right leg over him to find her thigh rubbing against his naked cock, which quickly sprang to life. As if not noticing, Vanessa reached around him and let her hands wonder across his bare chest and stomach. "I'm glad you're my real Daddy," she said. then let her hand slip down and across his hard cock as she turned back over to face her mother who was looking sternly at her. "I saw that," she said. "What?" answered Vanessa, the embodiment of innocence. "That," said Sharice, nodding towards James and then Vanessa's hand. Vanessa looked back quizzically with an air of complete ignorance. Sharice sighed, then went on. "Well, I'm glad you girls approve because we're going to be living here for a while with your Uncle Bill and your new Daddy. And he's free to share this bed with me if he likes, so from now on, please knock before you come in or you might get a surprise." "I like surprises," enthused Patricia. "Me too," said Vanessa knowingly, backing up her little round ass against James' leg as she did. "Yes, but we don't," said Sharice. "Am I right, 'Daddy'?" "Daddy?" said James. "Oh, yes. Right." answered James, careful to keep his hands on top of the covers and his body still so as not to make any untoward moves. The girls both laughed seeing the helpless look on James face, and that made Sharice laugh as well. James smiled back sheepishly. "'Daddy' and I would like to get some more rest. We'll get up in a while. Till then, please be quiet and stay out of trouble." "Okay," chirped Patricia, then gave her Mom another kiss and climbed over Vanessa to give James a big hug. The hug was so sweet it practically broke James' heart. He was being swept up into a new family experience, and he still had to sort out his family situation back in Thailand. Still, the little girl already had his heart and he was not about to let anything happen to hurt her. Patricia grabbed Vanessa's hand and tugged on her. "C'mon 'Nessa. Let's go." Vannesa was slow to move from her position. "Okay," she finally said, then kissed and hugged Sharice. She then turned to James. "Don't you want to be my Daddy?" she said. James broke. He couldn't help it. He pulled Vanessa to him and said, "Yes, I want to be your Daddy." Vanessa quickly snuck in a kiss on James' lips. James tried to gently push her towards her sister. But not before Vanessa verified that his naked cock had hardened for her. She grabbed hold of that thick stick, squeezed it painfully, smiled triumphantly and scrambled from the bed. As they left the room, she turned and said archly, "I hope you both enjoy your salad." Then she giggled and closed the door behind her. "Salad?" said James, then answered himself. "Oh yes, mixing the salad." Then he grinned ruefully and smiled at Sharice who shook her head in disdain. The then wrapped her legs back around him and hay her head on his chest. "Sleep!" she commanded, but that didn't stop her from squeezing his dick in her hand and stroking it lightly. But instead of doing anything else, she whispered "Later, Baby. After a little more rest," and drifted off quickly. Her even breathing was like a tranquilizer for James as well. Her weight on him was sweet and confortable. He drifted back off into another cycle of sweet oblivion untill.. An hour later when he gazed up to see Sharice looking down at James' erect cock tenting the bedclothes. She threw the covers back. "Ah yes," she said. "I like this." She then grabbed James' erect dick and began stroking it. She said to him, "Would you mind if I got some more of this white meat up my pussy. My koochie is getting all itchy and needs some cream to soothe it, all the way up in the womb, if you know what I mean." James smiled. "You're serious about making another baby, aren't you?" "Aren't you?" said Sharice. James took Sharice's hand from his cock, then sat up and gently pushed her back onto the bed so they effectively switched positions. "Yes," he answered. "It's not very practical and it's scary as hell, but yes, I want to put another baby up inside you belly." Then he lowered his face to her, rolled onto her welcoming body and kissed her deeply, easily entering into her. Her pussy was wide open and welcoming. They began fucking together as a single unit, gliding towards what they knew was a marraige of souls. "I love you," she told him. "It's so good with you." "Fucking you is so beautiful," he answered. "It's like fucking you makes me complete." "Yes," Sharice sighed, wrapping her legs around his thighs and grinding him deep into her. "This makes everything right." The dialogue could have been interchangeable. They shared the same sentiments so it mattered little who said what, only that their love and connection was voiced as well as displayed in their lovemaking. They were together in the finest sense, connected body, heart and soul. They rode the wave of joy together, reaching for each other with carresses and kisses. It lasted a lot longer than either expected. Their mouths and searching fingers once again led them to a not knowing of where one ended and the other began. At one time or another they each suckled at each other's nipples, they each probed at the other's assholes. They swallowed each other's saliva as they kissed and shared their bodily secresions. They stroked each other, scratched and pinched and squeezed one another until finally James announced "I'm coming." and looking deeply into Sharice's eyes, drowning in them, he released his sperm in a flow of love into her inviting cunt. This sparked a gentle orgasm for her as well and she spasmed around him, contracting and expanding, feeding his orgasm, which in turn, fed hers. When they finally collapsed again together, they were truely satiated. Neither said a word They simply curled together, he at her back, spooned, and again they slept. Together, in love and at peace. The third occurrence took place a few hours later. It was about noon and James was roused from sleep. He looked up, not into a sun brightened room, not even into the dark eyes of the woman he loved. Rather he opened his eyes to find his face nestled between Sharice's open thighs and staring right into her brown lipped, moistened pink cunt. "Open up, Lover," He heard her say. "Time for your first drink of the day." Knowing immediately what she meant, James glued his mouth to the exposed urethra of Sharice's pussy. "Ahh," she sighed. "Oh yes. I have missed this so much." Then she let loose with a torrent of urine that James drank down as quickly as he could. Her piss was strong, both in flavor and in its bursting flow. There was no way he could swallow as fast as she evacuated her bladder. The piss drained down his cheeks and down his chin, pooling on his chest and on the bed on either side of his face. Still, he did his best, and loved the taste and sensation. Her piss was warm and dark and heavy. there was no mistaking what he was drinking, and, for him, who he was drinking from. When she finally finished relieving herself, he was full, and they were both very happy. "Oh, that was so good," she sighed, then laughed when she saw the mess they had made. "What's wrong, baby. Am I too much for you to handle?" "Definitely," said james, "but that is still the best way I could ever imagine waking up in the morning. You can wake me up like that any time you like." Sharice dropped down and wallowed in her piss with him. "Good," she said, "because I always have to pee right after I wake up." James kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her morning piss with her. "And how long does it take before you need to shit?" Sharice looked at him with a glint of dark perversity, "Oh? have we started something here?" "We started this years ago," answered James. "The first time you asked if I would like to see you take a shit. Once you opened that door, I've never been able to keep it closed." "Me neither," purred Sharice. "But now it looks like we both finally found the right partner." James kissed her again hard, pulling her close and rolling her onto her back again, soaking her hair in her own piss while he entered her and fucked her yet again. This time, there was no outward romance to the fuck. It was quck and furious. He came within a few short moments, kissing her as he did, immersed in the scent and taste and feel of her urine. "Oh Jesus, baby." she said. "You've not got older, you've just got hornier." as he pulled his quickly softening cock from her. Far from tiring him, this orgasm seemed to have enlivened James. He hopped from the bed, then took Sharice's arms and pulled her up beside him. "I think we have a mess to clean up," he said. "And we should probably start off with a shower." Standing naked together, the two of them ebraced. Sharice only slightly shorter than James, but still looking up into his eyes. "Really, is it okay to wake you up like that." "Any time," answered James. "I loved it. Just don't be surprised if I follow it up with a quick screw." "No problem," smiled Sharice and kissed him. "Yes," she said, looking back at the scene fo the crime, "We definitely have to start using plastic under sheets." Then looking back to him, "want to take a shower with me?" "Only if you promise to let me watch you shit." "Okay," she answered softly. "You go first. I'll strighten up in here quickly and then join you." James looked around the room. "Let me grab something to throw on first," he said. "Why?" asked Sharice. "Um---the kids. The girls." "Don't worry about them. They're downstairs by now, watching the tube or playing the PSP." Then she stood tall, naked and prould. "Why, are you ashamed to be seen naked with me?" James felt chagrined and all too exposed, but he said, "No, not at all." They held hands, walked to the door and Sharice opened the door and peeked out. "All clear," she said. then ushered James out into the hall. He moved quietly and made it quickly past the girls room. He got to the toilet at the end of the hall, but when he opened it up he was surprised to see Vanessa sitting on the stool, her legs splayed open and the handle of an hairbrush raping her hairless little pussy. "Oops," said James. and quickly started to close the door. "No," whispered Vanessa, and James froze in place. "Don't you want to watch?" Now came the moment of decision, as it always does to all of us. James had to choose, under pressure, which course to take, with only an insant or less to consider. Either to give over to tempation (or was it opportunity), or to back away from it and to do the "right" thing. James stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, choosing an irrevokable course. "Your mother's coming soon," he told Vanessa. "That's --pant -- pant -- okay. I'm almost ---pant--- there!" moaned Vanessa, as she spread her legs even wider so James could see the little girl maul her own pussy with the hairbrush. Then she looked at James' penis lying flaccid between his legs. The child licked her lips and rammed the handle hard into her tender cunt. Her eyes widened and she groaned, "My Daddy." as her orgasm took her. She froze and tried to grind the handle further into her cunt but was unable to in the throes of her cum. She looked at James beseechingly and groaned "Help me." Without thinking, James moved forward, dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled the hairbrush from her cunt. She tried to fight him till she saw him quickly replace the plastic handle with his own fingers, and at the same time began sucking at her exposed clit. He slid two fingers inside of her flowing cunt and quickly found her g-spot. As soon as he made contact with that tiny roughened batch of nerve endings she stiffened in ecstacy. He rubbed at the dime sized spot and Vanessa clamped her legs around his hand and head. "Yessssssssss" she hissed as he bit lightly at her clit and scratched even more lightly at the sensitive spot inside her cunt. She proved that she was indeed her mother's daughter by squirting out the female version of an ejaculate, drenching James mouth and helping hand. She grabbed his hand in her own and held him in place, as if she feared he would take it away before she was done. No doubt the girl was experiencing multiple orgams and was reluctant for it to end. But end it did, and when it did, James rose up and Vanessa slumped forward against him. "Oooooh," cooed Vanessa. "That was wonderful," she said sleepily. "How did you do that with your fingers?" "It's called your g-spot. It makes you cum even stronger." said James, who now stood up and backed off from the girl. Vanessa looked up at him, her legs now neatly closed. "My Daddy," she said. "I love my new Daddy." Then she trembled in an aftershock of the orgasm. Then she shook herself and hopped up from the stool, pulling up her shorts as she did. "Momma's coming," she said and was flushing the stool just as Sharice opened the bathroom door. Sharice paused when she saw the two of them standing together, but immediately relaxed when she looked at James crotch. "Well, I know nothing too dangerous was going on," she said. "Your dick is still soft." Vanessa realized then that James had not had an erection. "Why?" she asked. "When he walked in I was using the toilet and he saw my koochie and everything. I thought guys always got hard when they saw a girls' thing." "Usually they do," answered Sharice, "but the one way to keep a man true to you is to wear his ass out. You are now looking at a man who has had his ass worn out, torn-up and completely satisfied. He got no interest in pubescent, grown up or virtual pussy right now. And it will be my job going forward to make sure he doesn't, expecially with a hot assed little slut like you running around. Vanessa looked at James' cock and frowned. "Does that mean he doesn't think I'm pretty." "Jesus, girl, you are already a woman. Nine going on twenty-five. It doesn't mean you aren't pretty or that your pussy isn't a danger zone for him. It just means he don't need none right now. Flash him in an hour or two and that big ol' white penis stand up and point at you, but I had better not catch you doing it and I better not catch him putting any moves on your pre-pubescent ass either." "Right," said James. Then he knelt in front of Vanessa. "Of course you are beautiful," he told her. "And you never need to worry about how I feel about you. I am very lucky to have a daughter who is obviously as smart, cook, pretty and (he added arching an eyebrow) precocous as you are." "Precocious?" asked Vanessa. "Go look it up in the dictionary," interjected Sharice. Then began shooing her out of the bathroom. "Now, if you don't mind, we need to clean up." Vanessa was very intent now. She narroweed her eyes and looked at James. "Then how....????" "Later," said Sharice. "Later," added James. "I promise we'll talk more about this once I'm fully dressed and we're have a momemt." This seemed to temporarily molify the girl. She exited and tromped off down the hall and down the stairs. Once gone, Sharice eyed James and his flaccid cock. "You still want to see me shit?" she asked. "Hell, yes." James answered. "My dick may have gone into hibernation, but my interest is still fully alive." James realized immediately that he had just explained everything, about his interaction with Vanessa as well. He pulled Sharice close and kissed her deep. Then turned her to face the back of the toilet ahd raised the lid. He pushed her shouders down so she was squatting over the stool and he had a perfect view ofher big black ass. Then he knelt behind her, taking almost the same position he had with Vanessa, but with vastly different intent. "Okay, baby. Make my dreams come true. Show me how you shit." He said. Sharice looked at him over her shoulder and was gratified to see that his dick had indeed started to stir a bit. "Your wish is my command....when I need to shit anyway," she said and grunted, instantly James saw her asshole open as she pushed out a thick brown turd. She paused briefly and looked again over her shoulder. "Is this what you want?" "Oh yeah," James said huskily. Sharice gave another anal grunt and the thick turd quickly slid out of her asshole and splashed into the toilet bowl. She grunted again and a long slender rope of shit snaked out of her asshole and wound its way down into the toilet bowl where it coiled around itself. James watched in facination. The sight of Sharice shitting for him was beautiful and erotic. Not the shit itself, but the primeval and animal act of defacation. She was exposing her most base bodily functions, and it aroused him. It was a mystery, and made all the more facinating because he couldn't explain why it made his mouth water and his dick thicken and firm. He reached out and carressed her ass. She, in turn, reached around her and pulled her asscheeks further apart. This both gave him a fuller view and allowed her to keep the long rope of shit trailing from her asshole without any break. James was bare inches from her asshole now. He began jacking off as he watched. At last Sharice's guts completed expelled the lengthy trail of shit and she pinched it off with her asshole. The tapered end dropped unceremoniously into the toilet and Sharice sighed in satisfaction as she turned from the waist to see her lover. When she saw him kneeling like a supplicant at a temple, as if her ass truly was the pedastal of his desire, and he was doing abeysance by jacking off in his obvious adoration. "Ahh, that feels so much better," she said. "That was so beautiful," intoned James. "I love seeing the shit come out of your body." "Hmmm," murmurred Sharice and started to straighten up, but James stopped her. "Wait," He said. "Flush, then use your hands to lean against the wall. I'm going to clean you up." Sharice did as ordered. She knew what was coming and was happy to oblige. James reached out and parted the perfect globes of her ass, then buried his face between the cheeks. He licked at the nasty residue of her shit from around her anal opening. He nipped at the sensitive flesh and Sharice yelped. He raised his head for just an instant and said "I told I'd get you," and then again burrowed his way back to her precious asshole. He growled and dug in deep with his questing tongue, licking at the heady taste of her asshole. She mewled in contentment as he attacked her ass flesh and suckled at her asshole. He gleaned her and cleaned her, only begrudging it when there was no shit left to clean. All the time Sharice egged him on with here "ooohs" and "ahhha" anad "Yes. Yes. Eat my asshole, baby. Taste my shit. Ohhh, Jesus, I love your tongue up my ass." Finally, when he pulled away and Sharice turned to face him. He stood up, his face red with exertion and desire. She threw her arms around him and declared, "Oh James, that is so sweet." and kissed him deeply. James was still out of breath, having been voluntarily trapped in a suffocating heaven between the twin cheeks of her beautiful ass, and couldn't yet respond as he wished so Sharice carried on. "And Bill won't see any increase in the cost of toilet tissue in this house either. God, baby, I ain't had a man do me like that since you did it with you more than ten years ago. They she clasped him tight and said, "Don't you dare take off again. I don't think I could survive knowing I'd be losing my personal asswipe for the rest of my life." and then added softly. "Stay with me. Please." James finally caught his breath. "If it doesn't kill me. Jeez, I loved that. Your asshole is my image of heaven. Give me my choice and that's where I'd go when I die." This made Sharice laugh harshly. "That is not a pleasant image, James. I know you have a tendency to wax poetic, but sometimes you break me up." "Even if I'm sincere?" "Especially when you're sincere," she laughed. "But I hope you live to eat a ton of my shit before you die." and she kissed him again. "And I mean to match you for every mouthful." "That's good to know," James said, "becuause..." Sharice pursed her lips and saidk, "You need to go too?" "No," answered James. "but I need to piss bad. Care to join me in the shower?" "My pleasure," answered Sharice and allowed him to take her hand like a courteour as they both stepped into the glass enclosure of the shower stall. James joined her and they quickly turned on the water and reached a compromise on the the proper temperature. Then Sharice said. "How do you want me, lover." "On your knees," said James, "with my dick in your mouth." Sharice complied with submission in her eyes. "Use my face for your toilet," she whispered. "Always," answered James and released his bladder directly into his lover's mouth. Sharice didn't even try to drink it all. Instead she savored each mouthful she could and drank it slowly, letting James' piss drain down her face and tits while she swallowed repeated mouthfuls the tangy urine. Still, there was plenty to slake her thirst and she wallowed in the humiliation of playing her man's toilet. James stood before her in idylic bliss, his eyes closed, immersed in the feel of her sweet warm mouth accepting his draining bladder. As the flow slowed, Sharice was able to keep up and continued to drink the concoction of human waste they shared such a strong fetish for. Even slackened James' continued to piss for a full three minutes before slackening and stopping. As he finished, Sharice sucked him hard, vaccuuming the last of his pee in a rush into her mouth, and she held both his dick and his piss for a moment before swallowing. James then helped her stand and soaped her up. "Thank you," he said softly. "You are wonderful. I love the way you drink my piss. It feels like you enjoy it as much as I do." "Oh, I do," she said. "It's the ultimate submission, and I love submitting myself to the man I love." "Does that mean we're both subs?" asked James as he leaned down to suckle her magnificent mammaries. "Because I love doing it too." "Don't know and don't care," said Sharice. "Labels don't mean shit if you're happy doing what you do," as she pushed him down to his knees so he kneeled before her as she abruptly pissed right into his face. "And I'm very happy doing this with you." James was quick to attach himself to her spray of piss, and drank it all. Then rose back up. "Point well made," he said. "I fully agree." Sharice then took the upper hand and soaped James up, then rinsed him down, taking the opportunity to eat out his asshole, suck at his limp cock and even suckle at his toes before finishing up and turning off the water spigot. As they stepped from the shower, Sharice sighed. "Now comes the part I dread," she said. "I've got to deal with my girls. Vanessa is a little too knowledgeable and I have to find out where that came from. She's was fucking before we left Houston, I have no doubt" "Sorry, Shar." said james. "Don't sorry me," responded Sharice. "You in this too now. You got to deal with it just like me." "Um----" Sharice turned to face him, ready for a confrontation. "You got problems with that, James. I need someone to stand with and help me make sense of all this. These girls were quick to accept you as their father figure. If you can't step up, you tell me now." "I'm sorry, Shar. I'm just not sure I'm the right person for this. Every choice I make these days seems to be a bad one," said James. "You got to get off that self-pity thing, James." "I imagine you're right, James said. but then added, "That's hard to do when you feel guilt and shame eating up your gut." "Damn, James. You were always s deep , but I never remember you being so down on yoruself as you are now. You must have had one hell of a trauma back there in Asia." "Thailand." said James. "I was in and around a place called Pattya in Thailand when everything went to hell." "You want to talk about it?" said Sharice. "Not now. Maybe later." "What about now, then?" she asked. James studied her for a minute, taking in this woman he used to know but who'd become a much tougher and more authentic person. "Fine," he said. "I'll do the best I can, but I can't go along with anything that makes me a hypocrite." "Then lets do this thing," Sharice and handed him a towel. He took it and dried her off. She replied in kind. They then walked back down the hall to their room and quickly dressed. = Setting Things to Rights (sort of) Despite it being after noon, the day officially began with Sharice reading the riot act to her girls. "Ummm-Hmmm," said Sharise as she settled into her chair. "Kids, we got to talk," then added abruptly, "I want to know who you been fucking, Vanessa." Vanessa sat still. She refused to speak up. "Vanessa!" demanded Sharice. "I can't tell," said Vanessa. "And why not?" "It was my idea. I don't want to get nobody else in trouble for my idea." Sharice snorted. "Was it Jordan?" "No, ma'am." Sharice was puzzled. Whoever had taught her girl to fuck had done so without hurting or scaring her. The proof was that Vanessa was a little nine year old slut now. She enjoyed sex, and whoever had ushered her into the sexual environment, despite doing so at much too early an age, had not been a bumbling child or a selfish oaf. Moreover, Vanessa was no gullible little girl to be drawn into a liaiason without knowing what was going on. She knew as much about sex as any whore's child might, and Sharice had no doubt she had entered into the relationship willingly. The scariest part was that whoever the little girl had fucked had hooked the child on cock as surely as many of her contemporaries were hooked on drugs. One of her old johns maybe. There had been enough of them around over the past several years, which brought another question to mind. "How long you been fucking then?" she asked her frightened but resolute daughter. "Since I was eight," said Vanessa softly. "About a year, then." "So?" said Evangeline, "I got busted when I was only six. Didn't hurt me none." "That's a matter of opinion," responded Sharice. "And we're talking about our children now, not us. I don't want my girls fucked up and pregnant before they even get started." Then she turned her attention to the kids again. "Very well. Vanessa and Patricia, you are grounded for two weeks. No TV and no Internet for the first week. You can use Bill's Playstation only with my permission." She paused, then added, "I don't want you kids messing around like that anymore. And, 'Nessa, next time you get hot pants you come talk about it to me first." "Could I talk to my Daddy about it, instead," Vanessa asked, her eyes switching between Sharice and James as she spoke. Evangeline looked from Vanessa to James and said archly, "I always wondered if maybe 'Ness was your baby. The timing was right, but then Shar started fucking 'round with Jordan almost immediately so I never could be sure." "My fuckup," asnwered Sharice. "James never even knew about it until last night." There was a moment of uncomfortable silence Sharice went on. "Vanessa, if you mean that you'll sit down in a daughter-to-father discussion and ask for his advice, okay, but if you mean you just want to try some white dick out for a ride, hell fuck no." And James, it is your responsiblity to bring anything you hear to me." "I can't agree with that," said James. "What?" said Sharice, rising up out of her chair. "Sweetheart, if it's just talk, like you say, I believe we need to respect Vanessa's wishes. If its really serious, life-threatening or puts Vanessa in any kind of danger, I'll find a way to convince her to talk to you and me about it together, but if its just secrets she doesn't want to share with anyone else, I think its my obligation to do as she asks." Sharice cooled. "I guess I can live with that," she said, then kissed him gently, and gave him a little slap to let him know it wasn't a perfect solution. Sharice then sat back down and James put his hand on her shoulder. She carressed it and kissed it, calming down. "Okay," she said, then looked at the girls with steely brown eyes. "No more pussy licking or dick sucking either." Eric made a face at this. He obviously still remembered little Pat peeing in his mouth when she came. Sharice and the girls smiled at this. James shifted uncomfortably. Sharice squeezed his hand and kissed it again. "What's so funny?" said Evangeline. "Pat peed in Eric's mouth when she had her orgasm," said Sharice. Vanessa laughed at that. Patricia bowed her head in shame and Eric just said "Yuck." "Don't trip on that too much, son." said Evangeline. "That just means you did such a good job she lost complete control. I wish I had a man who could eat my pussy that good." Sharice ignored her half-sister. "I also need to tell you girls I have started divorce proceedings with Jordan." "Yay!!!" yelped Vanessa. Patricia said nothing but smiled at her big sister. "You don't like Jordan much, eh?" asked Evangeline. "He hit mommy, and made her do the dirty with other men so's he could get money," responded Vanessa. "I hate him," said Patricia. "Well, if I have my way you will never see him again. I'm not asking for any money from him if he signs papers that say he'll never try to contact you girls or me again. If that works, that part of our lives is behind us. I never intend to peddle my ass again and you girls will not be exposed to that part of life as long as I can control it. James squeezed Sharice's hand. He admired her for what she was doing and the way she was doing it. She was facing a difficult situation, and doing everything she could to put things to rights. He smiled his love down on her. The girls caught his look and beamed back at him with beautiful smiles. All this love was focused onto Sharice and she warmed to it. It gentled her. "Okay. Next, you girls need to get back into school. Today's Saturday, but come Monday morning I'm marching you to the nearles elementary school and enrolling you. I expect you both to do your absolute best and behave like young ladies. Understood?" "Yes, Mommy," said Patricia. "Yes, Mom," said Vanessa. "Same goes for me," added Vanessa. "I'm going to go back to school too. I need to get some tools to deal with something other than the street. That means we all have to work together because I won't have the time or the energy to take care of every little need you girls (or man) may have. We all need to know that going in. That's part of why I expect you girls to buckle down and make the most of your education. I don't want you to ever have to deal with the shit I've had to." Then she squeezed James' hand hard. "And I need James, your new Daddy, to step up. I didn't expect to find myself laying up with another man when I decided to get us out of Houston. I was ready to put love and sex on hold for a while, but it don't look like that's God's plan. We been blessed with two kind and gentle men in our lives, even if both of them are crazier than your a motherfucker." Everyone laughed, except James that is. He was boiling in an internal war. "I do take parenthood seriously," he said softly. "But I'm scared of it too. I screwed up bad the last time I tried my hand at it and I don't feel terribly confident about taking on that role again." Then he looked at the girls and Sharice. Patricia looked worried and fearful of rejection. Vanessa's lower lip was trembling as if he had already deserted her. He felt Sharice's shoulder stiffen under his hand. "But if you all can bear with me, and be forgiving when I fuck up, 'cause I know for a fact that I will fuck up a lot, I'll do the best I can to be a real father to the girls." He saw the girls brighten like sunshine and felt Sharice relax. "Does that mean you're gonna marry Momma?" squealed Patricia. Sharice and James surprised each other by responding at the same instant. "Can't," they chorused. Then before they caught themselves, they both added, "I'm still married." "Who you married to," Vanessa demanded, who looked like she was ready to kick somebody's ass. "Um--a girl in Thailand," said James. "Ahhh--," said Sharice, seeing a piece of the puzzle fall into place. "You gonna get a divorce too, like Mommy?" asked Patricia. There was an awkward moment of silence. "I don't know," said James. "I haven't really thought about it. Guess I need to contact Pong and ask her what she wants to do...." "Pong?" asked Sharice. "That's a funny name," said Vanessa, ready to dismiss anyone who might come between her and her new found father. "Got any pictures?" asked Evangeline, always quick to ask the awkward question. "Um---I..." "Enough!" said Sharice. "This is a topic for another time. Married or not, James is here with us. Let's get ourselves together before we start worrying too much about Thailand." James was relieved. he wasn't ready to broach the subject. "If you all have gotten your family time out of the way, I need to grab Shar and drag her ass down to the grocery store with me. Bill gave me money for food and shit, but I ain't doing it without company, and I ain't about to drag these kids with me around the store. James can watch them till we get back. Won't be much watchin' required though. Just plant their asses in front of Bill's big screen with the Play Station and you should have the afternoon all to yourself." "Sure," said Sharice. "People's got to eat, and this will give me and my sis a chance to catch up." "Fine by me," said James, dimly aware of the Vanessa's sly smile and glittering eyes. Sharice gave her kids quick kisses that were studiously ignored and another to James who held her close and said, "Hurry back." Sharice winked and said "bye" as Evangeline dragged her out the door. James stood on the porch and watched them leave, then went in, gave a quick check to the kids and headed upstairs to the room he was sharing with Sharice. He grabbed his backpack and quickly unpacked his bit of parphenalia. The last item he grabbed was a little mobile media player. He got an adapter for US current, plugged in the charger and put it on the bedside table. He started the photo slide show it contained and watched as photos morph from one to another. Silent tears started to form in his eyes, and suddenly the door to his room flew open and a crying Patricia swept in to completely fuck up his reminicsing. The little black girl jumped up on the bed and threw her arms around his neck. "They hate me," she cried. "They laugh at me and say I can't play with them. They called me pee-pee cause I peed in Eric's mouth." James patted her on her back and spoke softly to her. "Don't even trip on that, Patricia. And Eric doesn't have a clue of what it means when it feels so good you lose it like that." "Really?" said Patricia, tears still staining her cheeks, but the sobs evaporating. She leaned into him. In answer, without thinking, he let his hand drop down to her pert round ass and was patting that instead of her back. Again without thinking, or perhaps it was intentionally without thinking, he slipped his hand under her skirt and was gently squeezing and patting her firm little butt. He even stated rocking her a bit back and forth so that her tiny crotch was rubbing up against him. A quick look of recognition came into her eyes. A little fire suddenly replaced the look of shame in her face. He saw an unmistakable look in her eyes. Lust, it was. Six or 60, this look was the same. A hunger and a desire. She hopped off the bed, went to the door and locked it shut. She walked back to the bed and climbed back onto the bed and onto his lap. "I want to sit on your face," she said boldly. Hearing this from the mouth of a six year old set James's heart to racing and his dick jerked to a sudden and complete hard on. Patricia felt his cock stiffen and jerk agains her little pussy and took this as an agreement. She immediately shucked her panties and dropped them on the floor. "Lay back," she ordered him. James lay back and let the little girl take control. His mind blanked out any possible ramifications of what he was doing. He was truly thinking with his dick. The little girl must have been letting her hariless little pussy do the thinking for her bcause she quickly scrambled up to settle her tiny smooth cunt directly onto his mouth. "Lick my pussy," she told him. Now James didn't hesitate at all. He thrust out his tongue and began exploring the immature slit. He was immediately awash with the light, sweetened smell and taste of her prepubescent sex. She put the whole weight of her body onto his face. It was beautiful. Her scent was the clean sweet smell of a fresh prepubescent cunt. There was the smallest hint of urine and an immediate rush of pussy juice as he probed into the tiny hole of her cunt. "Can I pee in your mouth?" she said. "Ummm-Humm," murmured James, then added in a muffled voice. "Please piss in my mouth. I would love to drink your pee when you cum." Patricia's laugh tinkled like a little bell. She ground her baby cunt into his mouth. James reached up and held her by her waist as he fell to licking at her miniscule clit. Then sucking at it. He wanted to shift her so he could taste her little asshole as well, but there wasn't an opportunity. Instead, she began riding his face like a little jockey and as if his tongue was her personal little pony. She was surprised at the sensations James could elicit with his studied clit sucking. She dropped any preamble and lost no time as she fell into fucking his face in a frenzy. She groaned without any inhibition and closed her eyes tight. She came quick. Her orgasm was just as strong as any full grown woman's. She grabbed his hair as she came and yelped out her cum in hot gasps. Then, as if fulfilling a promise, she let lose her piss into his mouth. She was happily surprised to find that he held her even tighter to his mouth as she peed, and the relief that came from this combination of stimuli saw her collapse onto him like a dead weight when her piss trailed off. For his part, James was exultant. He sucked at Pat's urethra to get every amber drop. When she collapsed and fell forward, he shifted out from under her. It was now his need that was demanding release and he did so without hesitation. He unzipped his jeans and let his cock spring out. He shifted again so his dick was in front of the little girl's face. "Open your mouth, Patricia," he said. "It's time you tasted some cum too." The child opened her eyes dreamily, then widened when she saw James cock. A small smile lifted the corner of her lips, then she did as she was told and opened her mouth wide. James pushed the head of his cock into her little mouth and began jacking off in a frenzy. "Suck me," he said, and Patricia did just that. The warm sweet sensation swept James immediately over the edge. His cock began spewing pulses of cum directly into the 6 year old's mouth. "Eat it," growled James. "Swallow my fucking cum." Patricia drank his cum down like a pro, but couldn't keep up with him and James saw the creamy nut drip from her mouth and down her chin and cheeks. "Oh fuck yes, That's good. That's perfect," he groaned as his orgasm ebbed. Patricia loved the praise and kept sucking him until the last drip of cum had been vacuumed from his shrinking dick. She pulled off and smiled happily. James collapsed beside her, cuddled her close and whispered. "God, Patricia. That was a wonderful little surprise." "You nutted in my mouth," she announced. "Mommy says when a girl lets a man nut in her mouth she better love him with all her heart." Then she raised up and kissed him on the lips. "You can nut in my mouth every day." she said. James kissed her back. He probed into her tiny mouth with his tongue and gave her her first french kiss. She took to soul kissing just as she had to cock sucking. Her full small beestung mouth sucked at his tongue and returned the favor by winnowing her little tongue back into his mouthiB as well. No inhibitions restrained her and she flooded his mouth with her liquacious saliva. "I love you, Daddy." she sighed when she dropped away from him. "I love you too, baby girl." said James. "Can I always be your baby girl," cooed Patricia. "Always," answered James "Do you really like me to pee in your mouth?" "Loved it, baby girl." "Good," said Patricia, as she snuggled into to him, then added, "And I really like eating your cum stuff." James kissed her on her forehead. "I am so happy to hear that," he whispered. Then she quickly dropped off to sleep in his arms. James closed his eyes and drifted off too, while the slide show of various combinations of three young Thai girls and himself kept cycling in the hand held media viewer by the bedside. = Bonding With Daughter James's nap with Patricia was cut short after about 20 minutes when someone started scratching on his door like a cat trying to get attention. James disentangled himself from Patricia and opened the door to find Vanessa standing there. They both shushed each other at the same time. "Pat's sleeping," he said. "I need to talk to you," she whispered back. "Okay, let's step outside," he answered and took her hand to step outside the room. "I need to talk to you in private," Vanessa went on as they stood in the hall. Her 9 year old face a study of seriousness. "Okay, let's go to your room then," answered James. He wondered what kind of shit he was letting himself in for, but at the same time he recognized he was already neck deep in the same kind of shit he had run away from in Thailand, with one basic difference, that had damned him there, and that he had vowed never to repeat. Still, there was a link here, he realized. A connection that might lead him to understand what was going on in his life, but that was for later. Right now he needed to know what Vanessa had to say. Vanessa led him by the hand down the hall to the room she shared with Patricia. Once inside, she locked the door. James gulped, but said nothing. This smacked of deja vu and he realized little good could come of it. At the same time, he needed to play out the hand. Vanessa plopped down on her bed and patted it for James to sit down beside her. He did so, but cautiously. "What is it," he said. Vanessa took his hand and looked him in the eye. "Don't tell Momma, but I think I have a problem." "What's that?" wondered James, sincerely worried. "Momma wants me to stop fucking, but I don't think I can. I really, really like to fuck," she said. "Yes, but...." "I mean, I stopped fucking grownups 'cause I know how much trouble that can cause everybody. I fucked around a little at school and decided to fuck Aaron 'cause he was here all the time, and I needed to feel a cock inside me. He was okay, I guess, but it wasn't the same as having somebody who could make me feel good, 'stead of me making him make me feel good, know what I mean?" "Actually, I think I do," said James. Vanessa squeezed James' hand. "You made me feel real good in the toilet," she went on. "Yes, but I don't think we ..." "If you don't I'll get somebody else who will," she said flatly. "But I like you. I love you too. And you're my Daddy and you would never hurt me, right?" "Right, but.." "I won't tell Momma, or anybody else. You saw I didn't tell when Momma tried to make me." James sighed and kneeled by the bed on one knee. "Vanessa," he said, stroking her face and hair. "I know I'm not a good guy. I know I'm attracted to my own daughter, but I love you and don't want to mess up your life. Incest can do that." "My life is already messed up," said Vanessa, leaning her face a bare breath's distance from his. "My Mom's a whore. My Daddy is white. My fake Daddy's a pimp who treated me and Pat like we were dogs. we were always scared when he was around. And I'm precocious, which I guess means I like to fuck. But if you love me, you should take care of me, right?" "Yes, but..." "Well, if you don't fuck me and I fuck somebody else and they hurt me or something, then you won't be taking care of me will you?" "Your logic scares me," said James. "Well?" posed Vanessa, looking more like Sharice than she would have liked to know. James kissed her, first on the forehead, then on the tip of her nose, and then on her lips. Vanessa opened her mouth and offered herself to him. This was an offer James could not resist. He kissed her deep, exploring her sweet mouth and the fire it kindled was much stronger than it should have been with a blowjob from her six year old sister still fresh in his heart and mind. Vanessa pulled back and looked at him. "You taste like cunt." she said flatly. James was ready to lie but she cut him short with an even deeper kiss. She evidently liked it, and besides, how did she know what cunt tasted like? These thoughts cycled around his brain, which left his hands free to go exploring up and down Vanessa's prepubescent body. She was slender and long limbed. Her milk chocolate skin a testament to her mixed blood. But she was also soft like a kitten, and he quickly found as pliant and amenable to sexual carresses as either her mother or little sister. He also found out quickly that her pussy oiled up as quickly and as lavishly as her mom's. He trailed his kisses down her neck. He paused briefly to pull her blouse over her head and off. Then lhe nibbled and licked at the tiny nipples on her flat chest. They were still sensitive for all that, and she pressed her non-existant tits into him. After a moment of her cooing groans, he continued his downward journey. He unbuttoned and dropped her skirt onto the floor and Vanessa spread her coltish legs for him, then draped them over his shoulders. "Take off my panties, Daddy," she said in a short gasp, then grinned and added, "You can toss my salad too, if you want to." "You minx," muttered James, but quickly pulled the wet panties down his little daughters slim waist and hips, down her legs and dropped them on the floor. He got a sparkle in his blue eyes as he stretched Vanessa's legs up and pressed them so her knees were against her chest, and did indeed start to dig his tongue at her little asshole. However, he quickly found that her asshole was much too tight for a quick penetration. Her little asshole was probably virgin he decided, something. Still he worked at that little treasure trove until it opened a bit for him. Despite the tightness, it seemed to have its effect on Vanessa. She grabbed a pillow and groaned into it. Then pulled it from her face briefly and said, "I like that, Daddy. Lick my asshole, but I want your tongue up in it too." James pulled his face away from her slender ass and said, "I'm doing the best I can, 'Ness," calling her by her nickname for the first time. "But your little asshole is just too tight." Then he added archly, "but give me time and I'll loosen it up for you." "Next time," said Vanessa, pulling her legs off his shoulder and pushing him away with her feet, but then speading her legs wide and reaching down to spread the lips of her cunt open for him. "Right now I need my Daddy's dick up inside my cunt." Then she paused or a short heartbeat before saying, "Please fuck me Daddy. I need you to fuck me and tell me you really, really love me." A better man might have backed away then. A smarter man might have applied reasoning to come up with a better solution, but James and his pedophilic dick felt this was the perfect argument to justify fucking the shit out of his nine year old daughter. He dropped his pants and was amazed to find his dick fully ready and erect. The sight delighted Vanessa. "Oh yes," she mewled. "I can make my Daddy's dick all hard and ready." "Yes you certainly can," said James. He grabbed his dick and used it's pinkish head as a swab to spread his pre cum and Vanessa's dripping pussy juice up and down her cunt lips. He used it to rub against her little clit, and even probed gently at her all-too-tight virgin asshole. To all this, Vanessa just cooed "yes, Daddy" and "fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me." Finally, James placed his dick at the moist entrance to Vanessa's cunt and carfully began to penetrate her. "I love you, my beautiful daughter," he murmurred as he continued to enter her. Her little love tunnel was incredibly snug, but also quite open to him. It was a tight little tube that felt as if each centimeter clung to him as he entered. James leaned down and kissed the little girl as he filled her. "I love you, Daddy," answered Vanessa and used her long legs to urge him deeper and deeper until he was fully embedded inside her cunt. Their kisses continued as he started moving inside her, and she moved with him. This little girl did indeed know how to fuck. She sought a rhythm that met her need. In this case it started with a slow dance. The two of them immersing themselves in each other as they poured love into each other's souls. James found he did love his daughter, despite their debauchery. He wanted to protect her and to please her. For both of them, this was to give her the pleasure she craved at the same time he took care to keep it in a context of love. He pushed up from her and found her looking deep into his eyes. "I really do love you, Vanessa, my sweet daughter. And fucking you is beautiful." Tears came to Vanessa's eyes. "My Daddy." she groaned in tearful joy. "My Daddy is fucking my pussy because he loves me." And then she threw herself at him for another hungry kiss. She forced a change in rhythm at the same time. Their fuck became a grinding fuck so that his pubis ground against her clit as they fucked. "You are so good," gasped James as she used her tight hairless vagina to clench and massage his cock as he plowed into her. "How did you learn to fuck so good?" Instead of answering him, Vanessa kissed him and speeded up the fucking even more. James matched her pace and added his own variation, mixing a series of shallow thrusts, then burgeoning into her deeply and grinding into her. Suddenly Vanessa blurted out, "Did you eat Pat's cunt for her, Daddy? Did you suck her pussy?" James missed a beat, but Vanessa urged him on. "Tell me, Daddy. I want to know. I hope you did. Did you suck my baby sister's cunt?" "Y-yes," gasped James. "Good!" exulted Vanessa as she wrapped herself tighter around James and began short sharp thrusts of her pelvis against his cock. "And did she pee in your mouth? I could taste pee when I kissed you." "Yes," growled James as he began driving harder into his young daughter. "I drank her piss." "Yes!" Vanessa crowed. "I want to see you drink her pee." and as she glared defiantly up into his eyes, she said. "I want to drink her piss with you." This jolt of perversity sent James pummelling of Vanessa's tight little cunt over the edge and he fell into full fledged orgasm. They groaned together in an almost vicious passion as his spewing cock matched her spasming vagina. They orgasmed together and locked themselves into a relationship that contravened all of society's norms. The great thing is that the very same thing that would damn them in society's eyes expanded and extended their love for each other, both as father and daughter, and as fuck mates, into a realm only true love could ever take them. Their magnificent shared orgasm left them both drenched and satiated. At the same time, they both realized the reality of the situation forced them to get dressed again. They did, James helping Vanessa back on with her soiled panties (which she insisted she wanted to wear) and her skirt. James needed only zip up as he never really undressed. Before leaving the room, however, James aked Vanessa. "You okay, now, sweetheart?" "Yes Daddy," answered Vanessa. "Everything is perfect now." And with that they left the room together. It wasn't until the next day when an even greater ball of shit hit the fan. = Microcosm (An Interlude) James's revery was interrupted then Sharice and her half-sister, Evangeline, swept back into the house from shopping. He heard them as they told their kids to get off the PSP and help with the groceries. He then heard Sharice on the stairs. She called his name as she came down the hall. "James! Where are you, baby?" "In the room," he called back and found himself grinning as she stepped into the room. She had packages in her hand and a glow of accomplishment about her. "You up for a private modeling session?" she said. James grinned, "With you? any time." "Not just me," Sharice chortled. "I got school clothes for the girls too. We're going to give you a full fledged fashion show and you get to judge if our clothes are appropriate." "I love it," said James. "It will be my pleasure to assist by watching my girls dress up and show out." Sharice stopped suddenly. "You've certainly perked up," she said as she dropped the bags on the bed. "It's good to see you're getting some spirit back into you." "Must be infectious," he said. "The girls and you tear away the gray clouds." As he spoke, James stood, then drew Sharice into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back and they melted together in a sweetness that time could never erase....but Sharice finding out I'm fucking her daughters just might, thought James. It also occurred to him that fucking around had the strange anomalous effect of making him appreciate what he had in Sharice even more. No wonder women thought men were shit, he thought. Sharice then ordered James out into the living room and the girls into James' and her bedroom. At the same time Evangeline herded up her boys and headed back to her own house. "Tell Bill Sharice kicked me out," she told James as they left. "Said she can handle the household duties for the weekend. And give this to Bill for me." With that she gave James a lingering kiss that felt like she was trying to clean his tonsils. It left James a bit breathless. He grinned lopsidedly when Evangeline pulled away. "Um...I don't think I should give that to Bill. I imagine it would lose something in the translation." Evangeline pursed her lips, then said, "Maybe, but you never can tell," and grabbed her two boys and left. Left in the living room by himself. James shook off the effects of Evangeline's kiss, then settled onto the sofa. After a few minutes, Sharice called "Ready? Mind you, it will take several minutes between modelling sessions. We're giving you the whole show." "Absolutely ready!" answered James, "and don't worry about the time. The anticipation will be worth it." Then he watched as the six year old Patricia came walking down the stairs. She walked in exaggerated poise down the stairs and walked over in exaggerated model steps to stand before James. She poiroetted and asked, "You like my school dress?" "Beautiful," said James. "You take my breath away." Patricia smiled, then lifted up her dress so it covered her face, revealing her naked stomach and colorful cotton panties with multi colored hearts sprinkled all over them. "See my new panties too?" "I love them," said James, admiring the little cleft of her tiny cunt at the same time. Patricia giggled and then looked back up the stairs to make sure no one was there. She then dropped down onto her knees and began fumbling with his zipper. "Let me see your dick," she whispered. "I want to suck it some more." James felt a twinge of fear, but an even greater urge for more sex play with the little vixen. He helped her unzip him and tugged his dick out for her to see. "Mmmmmm," the little girl grinned. "I'm gonna suck my Dadddy's dick in my brand new school clothes," and attacked his member with a ferver he could not have imagined. She gnawed and suckled and tried to jack him off at the same time, but she was unpracticed, and couldn't quite get it all coordinated. Despite that, and despite a series of sexual workouts throughout the day, James cock became fully rigid once again. He couldn't imagine coaxing another cum out of his balls, but he was thoroughly enjoying the preteen's efforts nonetheless. She was slobbering over his cock, chewing and sucking at it like it was some hard candy treat she had to finish before getting caught with it in her mouth, which was effectively what was actually going on. James held her by the back of the head and began to fuck into her mouth with very shallow strokes. Maybe he wasn't going to cum, but he was going to get a full measure of pleasure from little Pat's ardor. Pat moaned and tried to take more of him into her mouth, doing her best to urge him to a quick orgasm. Her efforts were met with frustration when Sharice yelled down to them. "You two through yet? We're ready to send down the next ensemble." James pushed Pat away and yelled back, with a pant in his voice. "Yeh---sure. Send her down." Patricia got up from he kneeling position and pouted. "I didn't get to finish." James pulled her between his knees and kissed her hungrily. "Next time," he said. "And I want to eat your little pussy again too." "And drink my pee?" queried Patricia with a naughty giggle. "Every time," whispered James, and kissed her again. Vanessa had already started down the stairs and saw her little sister embracing her Dad. A determined frown came to her. "My turn now," she demanded. Patricia giggled, "Okay," and dashed up the stairs past Vanessa, who gave her a dirty look as she went by. Then she turned back to James and reframed her mood with a smile. She was wearing a white schoolgirl dress that had blue highlights around the collar and sleeves. Her stroll was more casual and with much more confidence than you would expect from a nine year old. When she got in front of James and blew him a kiss. "Were you fucking Patricia?" she whispered conspiratorily. "No," exclaimed James in an answering whisper. "What then?" demanded Vanessa. James was quiet. "Well?" said Vanessa, putting her fists on he slender hips. James sighed. "I let her suck my cock," he admitted. Vanessa broke into a big grin. "Really?" she asked. "Really," said James. "Was she good?" "She made me very excited," James responded, not willing to make any comparison between his new daughters insofar as sex was concerned. "Let me see," said Vanessa. Then watched intently as James opened his fly and revealed his thick cock to her. The head was reddened from Pat's determined toothy attentions. "Did you cum?" "Not enough time," answered James. "And you pretty much drained me when we fucked earlier." "Good," grinned Vanessa. Then she added, "It's my turn now," and pulled up her skirt to reveal her naked little cunt. "I didn't wear any underwear," she whispered and gave James a beautiful view of her smooth hairless cunt. She then turned and showed him her ass. Looking back, she quickly bent over and spread her ass cheeks to reveal her pinprick of an asshole to him. "Do you like my show?" she asked. "You want to suck my asshole now?" James answered by leaning forward and planting a french kiss directly on her anus. Vanessa yelped "Ohh!" and James said. "This is the best fashion show I have ever seen" he said, then added in a whisper meant only for Vanessa, "or tasted." Vannessa turned to James and hopped onto the sofa, straddling him so that he was looking almost directly into her hairless little cunt. "Its my turn to pee in your face," she said. "Suck my pussy, Daddy. Drink my nasty pee." As soon as she felt his mouth cover her urethra, she released a hot sweet stream of little girl piss into his mouth. James tilted his head and effectively let her drain her urine bladder right down his throat and into his stomach. It was a steamy nasty piss and Vanessaa ground her pussy into James face as she did. when the stream stopped, James probed into her cunt and sucked at it. Vanessa shuddered and her knees gave way as an unexpected ograsm surprised both her and James. James was good for it, though. He grabbed her by her ass and kept her poised over his face while he sucked at her clit. Not surprising now that she'd learned how to do it, Vanessa sprayed him with her little girl ejaculant. The taste was light and fresh and little-girl pussy sweet. Vanessa, grabbed James by the back of his head and held on for dear life as her orgasm bore her onto a new level of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and she fought to retain conscousness, barely succeeding. When she was done she pushed away from James and would have fallen onto the floor in front of the sofa if he hadn't had his arms firmly on her ass. She wound up standing in front of him, gasping and flushed, amazed at what had just happened. "How----?" James grinned, "I don't even know, pumpkin. That was intense." "Oh yeah," gasped Vanessa. "It was great. I want to pee in your face again." "Soon," agreed James. Then Vanessa looked down at James steel hard cock, turgidly pointing to her. "Got to--" she muttered and leaned over to take him into her mouth, but before she could get into it, there was a loud "Ummmm-Hmmmm! My turn again!" from the top of the stairs where Patricia stood. She was watching them and her jealously was very evident. "'Kay!" yelled Vanessa. "Next time," whispered James. Vanessa straightened and glared at James, " You better not give her your cum. I want it." James grinned. He wasn't about to claim there was enough for everybody, because he was sure there wasn't. He felt tremendously gratified that both girls were intent on feeding on his sperm and that only made his dick lurch again. Vanessa saw it and roughly shovled it back into his pants, then zipped him up. "Mine!" she claimed. Then the turned and glared at Patricia. "Mine!" she repeated. Patricia pouted and squinted her eyes. "Mine too!" she claimed. This might have gone on for some time or until the three of them degenerated into a father and daughter threesome, but Sharice's voice cut into the mix from the bedroom. "Move it along, girls. We still got another set of outfits to go, and I've still got my own special surprise for James. James grin turned to one of chagrin. Now he knew who he needed to save "it" for. His woman.He could tease and please his little girls until they peed their panties and creamed all over him, but it was that big butted woman down the hall who was going to get his blast of cum this afternoon. This little game could only have one ending if he wasn't going to wind up heading to jail tonight, and that was pleasing his lover and the mother of his girls. "Go," he said and cupped Vannessa's little ass to give her gentle shove towards the stairs. "We've got to be a little careful." "Okay!" Vanessa yelled up the stairs. "I'm coming. Ooops," she whispered. I already did." Vanessa giggled and glared defiantly at Patricia, then skipped back up the stairs, elbowing Patricia as she went past her. She looked back and flipped her skirt up before stepping out of sight, giving both James and Pat him one last delicious look at her naked ass before disappearing. Patricia drooped her way down the stairs. This time she was wearing a brightly colored blouse and a yellow skirt, but her enthusiasm had evaporated. She suddenly spouted tears and ran to James, hopped up on his lap and kissed him impetuously. "I love you, Daddy" she said. "And I love you, my baby girl," answered James. He let his hand wander up under Patricia's skirt and carress her little girl vulva. She squirmed agianst him and kissed him again on the lips, then hopped off his lap. She looked and saw the outline of his cock in his jeans and looked behind her. Then she quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, kissed it on the mouth of his piss-hole and whispered. "Fuck me." "I can't do that," James said. "Why not? You fucked Vanessa. I heard you say so." "Yes," he said, still whispering a little desperately, but wanting to explain, "but Vanessa's pussy has been stretched out. Your's is still way too small to fit a grown man's cock into it." "Then stretch me," demanded Patricia. "I want to fuck you too." "No, Pat. It would hurt you, and that's something I never want to do." Pat pouted. "It's not fair," she complained. "Vanessa gets to do everything." James smiled warmly at the little girl. "Let me lick your little pussy," he whispered. "Would that make it better?" Patricia pursed her bee-stung lips and said, "Only if you tongue fuck my butt too. I saw you do that to her." "My pleasure," said James, and tumbled Pat down onto the sofa to reverse their positions so he was now kneeling. He hiked up her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, then quickly attacked her tiny snatch. She was all baby fat and smooth skin, with the freshened little girl smell he had come to love. But time was short and he had promised to keep, so he quickly upended her enough to dig into her asshole with his tongue. He got a nasty little surprise when he did. The little girl didn't wipe well and he got a deep whiff and a long smear of little girl shit to sniff and lick up, all the way up and down her ass crack. For some reason, this made James almost mad with desire and he had to take it out on the child. Strangely, digging into her asshole with his tongue was much easier than it had been with Vanessa. He was able to probe deep into her anus without any difficulty. Patricia broke out with a giggle. "Ohhhh! I like that," she squealed, then reverted to whispering. "Eat my butthole, Daddy James. Suck my dooky out." James did his best to comply, jacking himself off as he did, then suddenly found his tongue forced out of her asshole and his mouth filled with little girl shit. He almost gagged, but forced himself to swallow instead. Patricia gifted him with two mouthfuls, then clamped her little asshole shut. James quickly cleaned her up and licked as sucked any residue from her ass It was not Vanessa's turn to interrupt. "Enough!" she yelled. "You're taking too long! My turn." she said loudly. James looked up to see Vanessa frowning down at them. He rose, his agitation clearly showing with the stiffness of his cock and the pre-cum that wetted it bublous head. "Everything okay down there?" called Sharice. Do I need to come down?" "No Momma!" said Vanessa in response. Pat's just showin' off for Daddy." Then to Patricia, "Get your fat smelly butt back upstairs and change 'fore you mess up your clothes, girl." Patricia put her panties to rights and smoothed her skirt, then walked proudly up the stairs. She stuck out her tongue at her elder sister as she passed her and whispered in her ear. Vanessa cocked her fist back as if to take a swing at Patricia, but held off. It was only after Patricia had retreated into the room again and she saw the door close that she fles down the stairs and unceremoniously pushed James back down onto the couch, straddled his lap, forcing the head of his dick up into her tight little-girl pussy. She hunched against him and said clearly, "You like this outfit Daddy." "Oh, yes!" said James, doing his best to keep his voice under control. "I love the way you look (and feel, he whispered) in this outfit. It's perfect." Vanessa closed her eyes and ground down onto his cock. "Fuck me, Daddy, she begged, Fuck me with your thick white dick." James kissed her small baby mouth and began hunching into her slick tight hairless pussy. Her little snatch squeezed was tight, but slick. She was determined to ride him to ccompletion, and it was a wonderful torture as James gritted his teeth with a determination that he would not get another nut unless it was inside his black woman's body, and not her beautiful daughters. He began to fuck her with frenzy to get her off quickly before his nut poppped into her tiny womb. It worked in that Vanessa buried her face into his shoulder and bit down to keep from making too much noise. She met his crazed fucking with frenzy of her own and rode him hard and fast then suddenly came hard and fast. James was barely able to keep himself from crying out, but somehow managed to keep his sperm contained. There may have been seepage. There may have been enough sperm drain into her little cunt to make a baby if she had been old enough to conceive. But he had held off from a full fledged orgasm....just barely. Breathing half in relief and half in despair, he pushed the child slut from his cock with a slurping sound. Vanessa smiled a little grin of trumph, closed her eyes and breathed deep. "I like showing you my clothes like this, Daddy." "Me too," sighed James, stuffing his fat white unrelieved cock painfully back into his pants. "And you look great in white." The double entendre was not lost on the nine year old and she giggled softy and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. When she pulled away she made a face and said, "You taste like shit," she said. Then threw herself onto him and kissed him again. "I like to it." she said. This brought an added smile to Vanessa and another lurch to James's cock, which she felt against her skinny ass. Still brimming with pride, she turned to walk away, tossing some extra wiggle into her non-existant hips and she did. Again, she flipped up her skirt as she started up the stairs and looked back to see James rubbing his cock through his pants as he watched her walk away. Next," she said simply. What was next was Sharice, the love of James' boyhood and the mother of his newly discovered daughter and her younger sister. And he was determined to fuck her here and now. She truly did take his breath away when she came walking down the stairs. She hadn't bought any school clothes for herself. Instead, she had on a sheer short robe. Her stroll to James was deliberate and sexy. When she got over to him she opened the robe to reveal a panty and bra set with an open crotch and a bra that held up her magnicent breasts without actully covering them. The mounds of her tits stood up before her, the large brown nippled were erect. "I got this for you, baby," she said. "God, you are beautiful," he said and slipped off the sofa into a kneeling position before her. He borrowed his face into her open crotch and inhaled the musk of her cunt. He used his tongue to burrow into the furrow of her pussy and probed her. She placed her hands on his head and ground into him. When he pulled away his face was glistening with her juice and his eyes were glazed. So I don't need to take it back?" she asked. "Never," he said. "I think this is perfect." Then he surprized her by standing abruptly, ripping down his zipper, using his knees to separate her legs and immediately thrusting his cock up into her unprotected pussy. "I've got to have you now," he said hoarsely. "Wait," she said trying to disengage him, "The girls--" "Fuck the girls," he whispered. "I've got to have you right now." Rather than argue, and more than a little receptive to his attention, Sharice acquiesced. "Okay, baby, but hurry." she said, Then met his upward thrust with an awkward downward one. Despite her experience, this was a new position for her, and she wanted to savor the experience. "Fuck me, baby." she cooed. "Fuck your black woman with your white dick." She might not have been so amenable if she'd known both her little girls were watching them. But James knew. He was looking right at them as he fucked Shrarice. The two little girls were facinaated by what they saw. "Of fuck yes," he groaned. "I want to cum inside your sweet cunt and make a little brother or sister for those girls." This must have been what Sharice wanted to hear because she suddenly gave herself over to the impromptu sex scene. She may not have planned it, but it felt like the natural outcome of bringing her naked body into his embrace. The two girls were wide eyed in amazement. The thought of their Mom getting together with James hadn't included the possibility of another sibling, until this very moment. For his part, James's desire was spided even more when he saw both girls dug at their tiny pussies while he fucked their mother with intense abandon. It was over in a minute. The miraculous thing was that James and Sharice had a simultaneous orgasm. They strove together like mated horses in a harness, reaching their destination at exactly the same instant. She squirted, He spurted and they both cried out together. The girls watched in awe as their Mom and new Dad showed them how good a quickie could be, and the very real possibility that they might be watching a new baby being conceived only egged on their own masturbatory glee. Nor did it escape either of them the value of prolonged teasing in getting a man totally primed for seduction. James had come with a remarkable intensity within a minute of entering their mother. The fact that their Mom had cum too was a total mystery. They did not yet understand the magic of sexual chemistry., Happy and gasping in release, Sharice smiled, stepped back and pursed her lips. The girls took this as their que to rush back to their own room to finish their own climb to their respective orgasms. James wondered exactly how the two little vixen sluts would accomplish this. His mind was wrenched back to look at Shrice. His cum was dripping down her and she had a triumphant look about her. "I think that worked out well," she smiled. Then she quickly turned on her heel and called to the girls "Your Daddy approves of all our clothes. You can change back to your regular clothes now." I guess I better go change back too," she said to James, leaning forward into his arms and embracing him. "I still have to get school supplies for the girls. I'll just walk down to the market and get them. Think you can handle Pat and 'Ness for a little while more?" James arched his eyebrow and sighed. "Yeah, sorry I did't get a full dose of what's under your robe." Sharice kissed him deeply and said, "Tonight. I promise. Besides, our special tastes need more privacy than we could get right now." James nodded in understanding, both of the truth of the matter, and the promise that implied. He figured he had a nasty night waiting for him. He hoped he was up to it. James spent the afternoon and evening nursing his libido back to full strength. His experiences of the day satiated him, but the promise of what he had coming to him that evening gave rise to hot, inter=racial fantasies starring Sharice and him. Meanwhile Sharice took control of the household. She prepared him a late lunch. Worked with the girls on what they needed to do on Monday, hit the Internet and researched the local colleges and what she needed to do to register. It was early evening when Bill got back. It didn't seem to bother him at all that Evangeline had been evicted. He even seemed to get a sparkle in his eye. Then, when Sharice was in the kitchen putting together the evening meal and the girls were upstairs, Bill and James leaned back in the living room while a college background played on the tube. Bill turned his attention to James. "You need to take a week or two to chill or are you ready to get to work immediately?" "Huh?" asked James. "Work, man. You gonna need a job if you ain't got no money, and I got a spot open if you up to managing one of my stores." "Are you serious," said James. "Oh yeah," said Bill. "And this isn't charity either. I know I can trust you. I got a spot open and I need a man I can depend on to offset some of the stress of management off my back. Its one of my smaller stores, but its a cash cow. Business is good, and I'm in way too much demand to spend my day running from store to store just to keep the motherfuckers on their toes. You'll be doing me a favor and putting some money in the bank at the same time. You up for it?" "Hell, yes." asnwered James. "Man, you are a godsend." "That's what my women tell me," laughed Bill. Then he added, "Cool, then. We got to get you the proper clothes and shit. We'll do that tomororw. Then we're in business. You got a job and I get to relax a little." Bill sighed happily. He loved win/win scenarios, and this was one of them. "Come and get it," interrupted Sharice at the door of the dining room. "My fovorite phrase," said Bill and headed to the table. The girls whirled down the stairs and to the table even before James and Bill sat down. They fought to squeeze both their chairs next to James. Then when Sharice came out of the kitchen and put finishing touches on the table, She wedged herself between James and Vanessa to plant a deep loveing kiss on James . Bill laughed to see James, Sharice and the girls all cuddled up together. "Well, this didn't take long." he said. "Great! The four of you look good together." Everyone laughed. Then Sharice caught Bill up on her decisions and Bill told her that James was signing on to his business team. James kept noting little hands groping at his cock under the table, but did his best to focus on the adult conversation. By the time dinner was finished, hid dick was rock hard and he was determined to drag Sharice off to their room as quickly as possible. His desire was thwarted when Sharice dropped her spoon and fork to the table and spoke. "While you girls do the dishes, James and me are gonna borrow Bill's car to run out to Walmart's and stock up on school supplies," Then she fixed her big brown eyes on her brother and said, "That okay?" Bill placed his hands up defensively, and said, "Hey! no problem. Long as you bring my ride back in the same condition you take it in." "Great," smiled Sharice. "C'mon James." Vanessa piped in, "Take Pat with you. She always complains about her stuff. I'll wash the dishes by myself." "Yay!" yelped Patricia, but it wasn't possible to tell if she was celebrating going with her mom and James or getting out of dishwashing duty." Sharice mused, "You're right. This child worries more about the color of her pencils than she does about her grades. Might as well solve a problem before it happens." Then she said. "C'mon you two. Let's get this done. There's still something I got to take care of when we get home," "What's that, Momma," asked Patricia. Sharice's eyes lit hotly on James."I got a man to wear down into absolute submission," she grinned, "Ohh! that sounds like fun," Vanessa laughed. "Can I help." "No thank you, little girl. This is a job for a full grown woman." Bill looked at James. James shrugged, "What can I say?" said James. "The truth's the truth." With that James, Sharice and Patricia headed out. "You want to drive?" asked Sharice as Bill showed them the keys. "Sure," said James, "Which side of the road to they drive on here?" Sharice grabbed the keys as if that sealed the discussion. "Never mind," she said. They all piled into the front seat of the truck. Patricia sat in back, but kept a running commentary on what she wanted to get for her new school. Then, when they pulled in the parking lot, Sharice suddenly exclaimed, "Shit! I was so busy thinking of how I was going to fuck you senseless tonight forgot my purse." She looked at James. "Would you mind driving back to get it while Patricia and I do the shopping?" James grinned, "No problem," he said. That'll give me a chance to work on my strategy for tonight too. Sharice pulled up in front of the store and kissed James. "Hurry back," she said. Patricia climbedup onver the seat and demanded equal treatment. 'Yeah, hurry." she said. "Will do," said James. He then retraced the route back to Bill's place. The car keys included the keys to the house so he slipped on in without knocking. When he got inside though, he was greeted by the unmistakable moans of sex. "Oooh fuck," that's good moaned Bill. "Yes, Uncle Bill, Fuck me. Fuck me deep." "You are so fuckin' tight." "And you are so fuckin' big." crooned the little girl. The conversation then quickly degenerated into unintelligible moans and groans. James couldn't have been more surprised if someone had shot him when he walked through the door. Very quietly, he made his way over ot the door to Bill's room. It wasn't locked and he carefully turned the knob, cracked the door and peered inside. Sure enough, he saw Vanessa straddling Bill with his big black cock undoubtedly buried to the hilt in her snug preteen pussy. How she was accommodating it, he had no idea, but they were both obviously drowning in illicit bliss from the looks of them. Vanessa was riding her uncle with a passion he had hoped was reserved for himself. He felt a small bite of jealousy and resentment, but not so much as to overwhelm him. He was intent on gathering as much information as possible. "Goddamn!" growled Bill.A "You fuck so damed good." Vannessa laughed and ground down onto him. "You too," she said, wriggling her little brown butt. "And you taught me how to fuck good too." "Uhhggh!" growled Bill in return. "I want you to play with my butthole," said Vanessa. "Say what?" gasped Bill, suddenly shaken from his trance. "Play with my butthole. I like it." "Where you learn about that?" Bill demanded. "Don't ask! just do it." Vanessa responded. James saw Bill reach around Vanessa's round little butt and probe at her asshole. "Like that?" teased Bill. "Yeah. Like that," cooed Vannessa. Fuck my butt with your finger while I fuck your big ol' dick with my pussy." "Hell, yeah, little girl. Fuck it. We need to get this nut before your Momma gets back home." James thought, and what about her Daddy. but held back. He wasn't going to steal their orgasm from them. They were going to be busted, yes. But he wasn't the blameless Dad. His musing was shattered when Bill siad, "Oh, God, girl. You are just as tight as when I took your cherry." "But I know how to use my pussy now," she chided and must have done someting internally bacause Bill cried out "Oh Yeah!" and Vanessa started riding him fast and hard. James understood now where Vanessa had learned how to fuck, and who had gently ushered her into the sexual world. It surprised him. He would never have pegged Bill for a child lover, but then he would never have pegged himself for one either. And he realized now he had some questions to ask Bill that demanded some answers. Again his thought process evaporated as he watched his little girl ride his best friend's cock to orgasm. "Ohhhhyyyezzzzaz!!" cried Vanessa. "ARRGJHHJHAHAHA!" Bill half growled/half laughed and they both seemed to struggle with paralysis as she froze atop him in ecstacy, and he thrust hard up into her, emptying his cum deep into her. Then James saw Vanessa collapse onto her uncle and saw his prick slip out of her, as her open pussy poured out his cum back onto his groin. "Fuck, that was good," gasped Bill. "Yes, yes yes," gasped Vanessa. "I missed your big fat cock, Uncle Bill." Bill laughed, "And I've been missing your tight little cunt." James took this as his cue..."Well, I didn't miss much," he said as he swung open the door to Bill's bedroom = Busted (A Mystery Revealed) James needn't have worried. He spent the afternoon and evening nursing his libido back to full strength. His experiences of the day satiated him, but the promise of what he had coming to him that evening gave rise to hot, inter-racial fantasies starring Sharice and him. Meanwhile Sharice took control of the household. She prepared him a late lunch. Worked with the girls on what they needed to do on Monday, hit the Internet and researched the local colleges and what she needed to do to register. It was early evening when Bill got back. It didn't seem to bother him at all that Evangeline had been evicted. He even seemed to get a sparkle in his eye. Then, when Sharice was in the kitchen putting together the evening meal and the girls were upstairs, Bill and James leaned back in the living room while a college background played on the tube. Bill turned his attention to James. "You need to take a week or two to chill or are you ready to get to work immediately?" "Huh?" asked James. "Work, man. You gonna need a job if you ain't got no money, and I got a spot open if you up to managing one of my stores." "Are you serious," said James. "Oh yeah," said Bill. "And this isn't charity either. I know I can trust you. I got a spot open and I need a man I can depend on to offset some of the stress of management off my back. Its one of my smaller stores, but its a cash cow. Business is good, and I'm in way too much demand to spend my day running from store to store just to keep the motherfuckers on their toes. You'll be doing me a favor and putting some money in the bank at the same time. You up for it?" "Hell, yes." asnwered James. "Man, you are a godsend." "That's what my women tell me," laughed Bill. Then he added, "Cool, then. We got to get you the proper clothes and shit. We'll do that tomorrow. Then we're in business. You got a job and I get to relax a little." Bill sighed happily. He loved win/win scenarios, and this was one of them. "Come and get it," interrupted Sharice at the door of the dining room. "My fovorite phrase," said Bill and headed to the table. The girls whirled down the stairs and to the table even before James and Bill sat down. They fought to squeeze both their chairs next to James. Then when Sharice came out of the kitchen and put finishing touches on the table, She wedged herself between James and Vanessa to plant a deep loveing kiss on James . Bill laughed to see James, Sharice and the girls all cuddled up together. "Well, this didn't take long." he said. "Great! The four of you look good together." Everyone laughed. Then Sharice caught Bill up on her decisions and Bill told her that James was signing on to his business team. James kept noting little hands groping at his cock under the table, but did his best to focus on the adult conversation. By the time dinner was finished, hid dick was rock hard and he was determined to drag Sharice off to their room as quickly as possible. His desire was thwarted when Sharice dropped her spoon and fork to the table and spoke. "While you girls do the dishes, James and me are gonna borrow Bill's car to run out to Walmart's and stock up on school supplies," Then she fixed her big brown eyes on her brother and said, "That okay?" Bill placed his hands up defensively, and said, "Hey! no problem. Long as you bring my ride back in the same condition you take it in." "Great," smiled Sharice. "C'mon James." Vanessa piped in, "Take Pat with you. She always complains about her stuff. I'll wash the dishes by myself." "Yay!" yelped Patricia, but it wasn't possible to tell if she was celebrating going with her mom and James or getting out of dishwashing duty." Sharice mused, "You're right. This child worries more about the color of her pencils than she does about her grades. Might as well solve a problem before it happens." Then she said. "C'mon you two. Let's get this done. There's still something I got to take care of when we get home," "What's that, Momma," asked Patricia. Sharice's eyes lit hotly on James."I got a man to wear down into absolute submission," she grinned, "Ohh! that sounds like fun," Vanessa laughed. "Can I help." "No thank you, little girl. This is a job for a full grown woman." Bill looked at James. James shrugged, "What can I say?" said James. "The truth's the truth." With that James, Sharice and Patricia headed out. "You want to drive?" asked Sharice as Bill showed them the keys. "Sure," said James, "Which side of the road to they drive on here?" Sharice grabbed the keys as if that sealed the discussion. "Never mind," she said. They all piled into the front seat of the truck. Patricia sat in back, but kept a running commentary on what she wanted to get for her new school.Then, when they pulled in the parking lot, Sharice suddenly exclaimed, "Shit! I was so busy thinking of how I was going to fuck you senseless tonight forgot my purse." She looked at James. "Would you mind driving back to get it while Patricia and I do the shopping?" James grinned, "No problem," he said. That'll give me a chance to work on my strategy for tonight too. Sharice pulled up in front of the store and kissed James. "Hurry back," she said. Patricia climbed up over the seat and demanded equal treatment. 'Yeah, hurry." she said. "Will do," said James. He then retraced the route back to Bill's place. The car keys included the keys to the house so he slipped on in without knocking. When he got inside though, he was greeted by the unmistakable moans of sex. "Oooh fuck," that's good moaned Bill. "Yes, Uncle Bill, Fuck me. Fuck me deep." answered Vanessa. Bill froze at the sound of her voice, but the dialoge continuted interspersed with moans and groans. "You are so fuckin' tight." yelled Bill. "And you are so fuckin' big." crooned the little girl. The conversation then quickly degenerated into unintelligible sex sounds. James couldn't have been more surprised if someone had shot him when he walked through the door. Very quietly, he made his way over ot the door to Bill's room. It wasn't locked and he carefully turned the knob, cracked the door and peered inside. Sure enough, he saw Vanessa straddling Bill with his big black cock undoubtedly buried to the hilt in her snug preteen pussy. How she was accommodating it, he had no idea, but they were both obviously drowning in illicit bliss from the looks of them. Vanessa was riding her uncle with a passion he had hoped was reserved for himself. He felt a small bite of jealousy and resentment, but not so much as to overwhelm him. He was intent on gathering as much information as possible. "Goddamn!" growled Bill.A "You fuck so damned good." Vannessa laughed and ground down onto him. "You too," she said, wriggling her little brown butt. "And you taught me how to fuck good too." "Uhhggh!" growled Bill in return. "I want you to play with my butthole," said Vanessa. "Say what?" gasped Bill, suddenly shaken from his trance. "Play with my butthole. I like it." "Where you learn about that?" Bill demanded. "Don't ask! just do it." Vanessa responded. James saw Bill reach around Vanessa's round little butt and probe at her asshole. "Like that?" teased Bill. "Yeah. Like that," cooed Vannessa, rocking back to bury even move of his finger in her ass, then forward again to fuck his big black cock deep into her pussy. Fuck my butt with your finger while I fuck your big ol' dick with my pussy." she moaned. "Hell, yeah, little girl. Fuck it. We need to get this nut before your Momma gets back home." James thought, and what about her Daddy. but held back. He wasn't going to steal their orgasm from them. They were going to be busted, yes. But he wasn't the blameless Dad. His musing was shattered when Bill said, "Oh, God, girl. You are just as tight as when I took your cherry." "But I know how to use my pussy now," she chided and must have done something internally bacause Bill cried out "Oh Yeah!" and Vanessa started riding him fast and hard. James understood now where Vanessa had learned how to fuck, and who had gently ushered her into the sexual world. It surprised him. He would never have pegged Bill for a child lover, but then he would never have pegged himself for one either. And he realized now he had some questions to ask Bill that demanded some answers. Again his thought process evaporated as he watched his little girl ride his best friend's cock to orgasm. "Ohhhhyyyezzzzaz!!" cried Vanessa. "ARRGJHHJHAHAHA!" Bill half growled/half laughed and they both seemed to struggle with paralysis as she froze atop him in ecstacy, and he thrust hard up into her, emptying his cum deep into her. Then James saw Vanessa collapse onto her uncle and saw his prick slip out of her, as her open pussy poured out his cum back onto his groin. "Fuck, that was good," gasped Bill. "Yes, yes yes," gasped Vanessa. "I missed your big fat cock, Uncle Bill." Bill laughed, "And I've been missing your tight little cunt." James took this as his cue..."Well, I didn't miss much," he said as he swung open the door to Bill's bedroom = Reaching An Understanding With Vanessa James watched with only the mildest touch of humor as his best friend and his nine year old daughter scrambled to cover themselves. This was the first time he'd seen Vanessa show any embarrassment or shame in her nudity, and he wasn't sure why. She certainly hadn't had any inhibitions while fucking Bill. As for Bill, he looked like he expected the earth to swallow him whole. James cleared his voice. "I came back for Sharice's purse." Bill looked to James with pained eyes. "I'm sorry man. I didn't--I mean I don't--I..." "Never mind," interrupted James. "Get hold of yourselves. I'm not going to do anything extreme, but I do need to get Sharice's purse and get it back to her." Then he left the room and went to the bedroom he shared with Sharice. He had already decided not to talk to Sharice about what he had just seen. He also decided he wasn't going to tell Bill he had fucked Vanessa just a few scant hours ago. In fact, he didn't know exactly what he was going to do, but he didn't intend to either let go of this new discovery, that his daughter was fucking her uncle and evidently had been since she was eight. Nor did he intend to make trouble for either of them. But he did need to understand. Also, his heart was broken a little bit. He thought that his relationship with Vanessa might banish her need for other men. That didn't appear to be the case. He had to deal with that too. He saw Sharice's purse sitting at the mirror and grabbed it. He then started back out the door. He turned to see Vanessa standing in the door, crying. "Daddy, I'm sorry." James looked at her. He wasn't quite sure how to react. "Okay," he said. "Accepted. We'll talk about this later." "Are you going to tell Momma?" "Is that what you're worried about," asked James, a little pissed. He took a breath. "No, I'm not going to tell your Momma. Now, go clean yourself up." Vanessa just stood in front of him. Part of him wanted to be cold, but seeing her there, standing naked and vulnerable, he couldn't do it. He could see that she was scared, but that wasn't all. Disappointed in herself, perhaps? He couldn't tell, but he felt he did know what was called for right now, so he knelt before her. Seeing Bill's jism still dripping from freshly fucked cunt, he quickly refocused onto her face. He felt he had to say something. "Don't worry," he said softly. "I won't tell your Mom and I won't get your Uncle Bill in trouble." Vanessa's lower lip trembled when she spoke, "But do you still love me?" she sobbed, and grabbed him around the neck with her arms. Without knowing it, that was what James har really needed to hear. He only knew it when she said it. It meant she knew there was more to their relationship than a perverse fling. "Yes, sweetheart. I still love you. I'm hurt. And I'm not sure how I'm going to handle this, but I love you. You are my daughter, and now that I've found you, I'm not going to let you go." Vanessa began crying again, this time in relief. James felt his own heart tear, but kept himself in check. "You go wash up," he said. Then he kissed her softly on her cheek and tried to disengage from her, but she wouldn't let go. "I have to go," he said. "Will you come back?" she whispered. "Yes, I promise," he said, and sealed it with s deeper, tongue kiss that tenderly explored her open mouth as she, more hungrily, drew him down into her throat. Only when she was satisfied with the kiss did she reluctantly let him go. James then took her hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom, then I've got to go." He lifted her to his chesk, her long legs dangling over his arm. She buried her face into his neck, He walked to the toilet and Vanessa amd set her down on her feet. "Shower," ordered James. "We don't want your Momma to see that stuff running down your legs." "Will you clean it for me?" asked Vannessa softly. I'll suck your cock for you if you do. I'll toss the salad too. Anything, just don't leave yet." James smiled with chagrin and kissed her again, this time more chastely on the lips, tasting salt from her tears and whispered. "I really do love you. I won't run away." he promised. "I don't want you to fuck around with me to get me to do something. It's not necessary. C'mon, we'll clean you up quickly and I've really got to get out of here." Vanessa took his hand and he joined her in the toilet. She looked at him with a bit of embarrassment. "I think I need to use the toilet," she said. "No problem," he said. "No, I mean I think I need to shit," she blushed as she admitted her distress. This finally broke James reserve. His girl--yes, he was now thinking of Vanessa as his little girl--who he had witnessed fucking her cousin, her uncle, and who he himself had fucked with all abandon, was embarrassed at him seeing her take a bowel movement. He laughed. He couldn't help it. Of course, Vanessa had no idea what he was laughing about and said so. "What's funny. Everybody has to go to the toilet." "They certainly do," said James. "Even little girls who fuck all their relatives." Vanessa was confused. She knew her Daddy wasn't mad or sad now, but she didn't understand why he would be so happy. "I don't understand," she admitted. James squatted down on eye level with her again. He kissed her. Deep. It was a surprise to Vanessa, but she quickly recovered enough to hold on to him tight and press her lean body into him. When they relaxed from the kiss, James whispered, "I want to see you shit. Then I want to use my mouth to clean up your asshole." he said. Vanessa looked at James as if she had just realized what he had said, and with the stark realization that he meant it. "That's so nasty," she said, now smiling herself as she realized she was being unshered into the mysteries of shit sex, something she had wanted since she realized he had eat out her asshole and when she saw him suck down little Patricia's shit from her 6 year old asshole like it was some kind of candy. "It sure is nasty," said James. "Let's admit it. You are my beautiful little slut daughter, and I'm your super nasty daddy." "I'm a slut?" said Vanessa. "Absoulutely," answered James. "A wonderful, sexy, horny, fucking slut." Vanessa couldn't tell if this was an insult or a compliment until James added, "And I love you all the more for it. From now on, you are my little slut.daughter And you know something?" "What?" asked Vanessa, hope beginning to rise in her voice. "I don't like to share. Expecially when it comes to someone I love. Next time you want to fuck somebody other than me, you ask for my permission. If I say no, you keep that tight little pussy reserverd for your old man. If I say yes, I expect you to keep everything else resereved. "What?" Vanessa said, confused again. "I mean, your lips, your mouth, yout little titties, your asshole, your piss and your shit. They're mine. If you have to get your pussy ploughed, and if I'm not available to do it, I don't want you to share anything else with anybody. Not even your uncle. No more playing with your asshole. No move dick sucking. That's all reserved for me. Got it?" Vanessa smiled demurely. "I like that," she said softly. Then she giggled. "You're a freak," she said. "Absolutely," James agreed. "and you're a slut." "I'm my Daddy's slut," chimed Vanessa, now grinning brightly. "Good," siad James, grinning as well. "Now let me see my little girl slut take a shit." Vanessa sat down on the stool. "No," said James, I can't see you shit like that. Stand in the shower." Vanessa did as she was told, despite not understanding what was involed in this new nasty thing, but James could see the child was intrigured by it. James quickly peeled off his clothes and joined her. He sat down so she straddled his legs with hers and his face was at eye level with her little ass. "I want you to shit standing up," he said. "What?" exclaimed Vanessa. She couldn't believe what her Daddy was asking her to do. "But--but if I do that, I'll get dooky all over you." "Looks that way to me," agreed james, but that's the price I have to pay to see my little girl open up her asshole and shit for me.In my opinion, it's well worth it." "You are crazy," said Vanessa. "No doubt," agreed james again. "Now, you gonna shit or keep telling your dad he needs a psychiatrist. Vaneessa beamed. "I'm gonna shit all over my Daddy," and did just that. She squatted slightly, which opened up her tightly packed asscheeks enough to let her asshole open. James quickly grapsed the round little mounds of her ass and spread them. A guick grunt and Vanessa's shit emitted from her asshole like a rocket flair. Her shit splattered out of her asshole and down onto James's groin. Some of the splatter landed on his now erect cock, but some hit his chest and stomach. James laughed. "This wasn't quite what I expected.You really are shitting all over me." "You want me to stop?" panted Vanessa, who was afraid she was doing something wrong. "No!" said James, moving his face even closer to the nine year old child's ass. "Now that we've started, I want you to cover me with your nasty shit." Vanessa grunted again, but this time, when James saw the little pinprick of an asshole start to distend itself he glued his mouth to it and licked and sucked at it. "Ohh!" squealed Vanessa, but pushed even more when she realized her Daddy had every intention of ingesting her shit as it came out of asshole. "You are sooooo nasty, Daddy. You're even eating my shit." And she grunted again. James got a mouthful of truly nasty shit, but it wasn't the taste of it that drove him. In fact, it made him gag, but the deeper realization that his little girl was sharing the dirtiest and nastiest aspect of her humanity with him made him hungry for more. He swallowed it and licked at her asshole, Whereas it was previously tightened close when he had tried to tongue fuck her, her relaxation of it while shitting gave him the opportunity to explore the filthy interior of her anal cavity. Vanessa started crooning "Ohhhh. Eat my asshole, Daddy. Suck out all my shit." Her Daddy did his best to accomplish just that.Meanwhile the effect on his cock was powerful and immediate. Vanessa watched him jack off as he probed into her ass. Breathlessly he pulled away and gasped, "You done, sweetheart?" "You want some more, Daddy?" "If you got more, I want it," said James. "Then suck my butthole more Daddy. I'll make some more shit for you." James leaned in again and licked deeply into her asshole. As he did, Vanessa ground her asshole to his mouth. She concentrated and did her best to relax. It took a minute but she finally was able to push out the last of her excrement. This last was more solid than what had come previously, and it slid out of her like an small oiled lump. James practically choked on it as it lodged in his throat but he quickly swallowed and had successfully ingested a full load of little girl shit. He loved it. Vanessa did too. This was first for her, but she already knew it wouldn't the last time she would play shit games with her Daddy. In fact, she was already wondering what it would be like to reverse their position. James stood up, He was smeared with her shit. He stank of it. And Vanessa, suddenly realized something she would never have guessed. In the right circumstances, the nasty smell of shit could be a turn on. It certainly was for James. His dick was rock hard again. He grabbed his little girl and lifted her up. She embraced him and said "Yuck!" at being smeared with her own shit, but welcomed his shit flavored tongue rape of her mouth anyway. She then felt him lower her to his cock. He pierced her cum slickened pussy mercilessly, and she cried out with joy. "You're my little slut," aren't you. He said. Vanessa laughed. She suddenly realized she was having fun fucking. She liked it. She liked all the nasty things she was doing with her new Daddy. "Yes," she said as she tried to squeezzed his shit splattered dick with her cunt muscles. "And you're my slut too. You eat my shit and lick up inside my asshole. And if you wanna fuck anybody but me and Momma, you got to get my permission too." Then she begged him, "Fuck me hard Daddy. Make me cum again." James spread ther little butt cheeks and wormed a finger into her asshole. He roughly jammed it's full length into her. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you, slut-girl. I'm going ot cum inside you and make you cum from your pussy and your ass." He began thrusting into her. He was brutal with her and she found she enjoyed that too. It was punishment and pleasure all wrapped up together. Her nine year old cunt was able to take him in deep and she felt the sensation of his cockhead poppng right into her womb when he bottomed out. It hurt a little, but she even liked that. She started yelping with easch thrus, alternaing with encouragments. of "More, yes. Deeper. More." James growled into her ear as he fucked her. He poured out his pain and disappointment, his love and desire, all mixed together into vicious series of pelvic thrusts. Her butt and back were banging into the wall and she bit into his neck as the pain and the pleasure both intensified. The finger in her ass was like a burning probe. The cockhead that kept penetrating her all the way to her womb was like a rhytmic triphammer. She groaned and squirmed in James's arms until the orgasm of her life ripped through her, making her cunt and asshole both spasm. As she bit and thrashed against him, James' eyes widened in surpise as his own orgasm exploded in a paroxm of pulsing jets deep inside her already cum filled snatch. He squeezed his little girl tight and tried to push his prink even deeper into her. He grunted and groaned, and pulled her up to him to kiss her. As he did, as he began to retreat and retract, James felt and heard the sound of her releasing her bladder,and felt her piss wash over her groin and down his leg. He let his own bladder relax as well and let his softening prick wash out the cum from her ravaged little cunt with his own powerful spray of urine. Vanessa suddenly realized what he was doing and was thrown into another orgasm. This was the nastiest thing she could think of and it was absolutely delicious. If she had been addicted to dick before, she was now a full fledged junkie for sexual extremes. Fucking alone would never be enough for her. Her Daddy had just seen to that. Both Vanessa and James felt exhausted, but James was suddenly aware he had to fly back to the store to pick up Sharice and Patricia. He rushed through a shower but was carefeul to make sure all of Vanessa's shit was sent down the shower drain. He then soaped up and rinsed off Vanessa. Vanessa just let him have his way with her, happily enjoying his ministrations. He then grabbed his clothes and carried the little girl to her room and tucked her into her own bed. He kissed her tenderly and dressed quickly, then grabbed Sharice's purse again and out to the truck. As he left, he noted absently that Bill's room was closed. = A Resolution of Faults. A Marraige of Souls. The drive back to the store was a swirling maze of thought. He kept replaying the image of Bill fucking Vanessa, then fucking her himself with the added embellishmens of scat play and mindfucking, That is, he had deliberatley convinced her that she truly was a little slut. It was catching her fucking Bill that had floored him. That was unbelievable, except that he had seen it with his very own eyes. But how and why had it started. And how did Bill cope with it from day to day. He had to know how Bill survived knowing what he had done. Both for his friend's sake and for his own. Luckily, Sharice and Patricia were still waiting in line at the checkout when James got to the store. They had loaded up with all the accoutrements for getting back to school.He was careful to put on his happy face and to avoid mentioning anything that might open a discussion of why he took so long to get back. After Sharice paid, he picked up their bags and walked with them to the truck, feeling happy and proud to be with them, hopeful that Sharice wouldn't pick up on his "I just got fucked" vibe and wondering how to braoch the matter with Bill. In truth, he didn't hear much on the drive home. He kept seeing Vanessa with her legs straddling Bill's groin,crying for his cum inside her pussy.He found himself shaking his head as if trying to get rid of the image. It didn't.work. When they got back to the house, Bill was sitting in front of the television on the sofa like a prisoner awaiting execution, but determinedto take his medicine.. Bill looked up blankly when they came in. "Hey," he said. "Hey yourself," answered Sharice. "Where you want these?"James asked, inidcating the bags he was carrying. "Dump them on the sofa.It's the girls job to divvy them up and put them in their room. They can do that tomorrow. Right now I want Pat to get upstairs, take a shower and go to bed." "Okay, Momma,"the little six year old agreed,then kissed her on the cheek and did the same with her uncle Bill. However, when she got to James, she planted a big kiss right on his lips.James happily accepted the kiss and gave her a pat on her bottom to send her on the way. "Will you tuck me in?" she begged. "Sure, right after your bath," he answered and watched as she sped up the stairs. Before anyone had a chance to say anything else,James announced, "After I tuck Patricia in, I'm going to take a walk.You up for a talk, Bill." "Yeah, sure," answered Bill dully. "but instead of awalk, how about we hit a little bar I know. We can talk and drink at the same time." "Great idea," said James. James then headed up stairs to the girls room with the simple intent of kissing them goodnight. Neither of them were there though. Puzzled, he went to the toilet and tried the door. It was locked. "You in there, Patricia?" he asked. "Yes," came back both girl's voices. "Are you about ready for bed?" he asked. "I'm going out with Uncle Bill so we need to move along." Instead of an answer, he heard the door being unlocked and saw it cracked open to reveal Vanessa, naked as a jaybird. "Come in," she whispered. James stammered in answer, "No time to play. I've got to go." Instead of answering, Vanessa grabbed his hand and pulled him into the toilet. Once in, he saw the open shower curtain and Patricia standing in the tub. "Don't you want to see me suck Patricia's pussy?" she said. "Wha---?" stammered James. "I'm being a little slut, Daddy." she said mischieviously. "I'm fucking my little sister," "And she told me to pee in her mouth, just like you did," chimed in Patricia, in a loud whisper. "And I'm going to suck on her asshole too, Daddy. Am I a good little slut?" "You're a world of trouble is what you are," said James. "Both of you. Then he quickly leaned down and kissed each of them. "And I love you both." he added "But I don't have time for a full sex show. Just let me see you pee in Vanessa's mouth, Patricia." Patricia giggled, and Vanessa kissed James again. "Okay," she said, then quickly kneeled in front of her six year old sister and told Patricia. "Pee in my mouth Pat. Let our Daddy see us get nasty for him. Patricia was no longer shy about pissing. She let go a clear steam of urine into Vanessa's face. Vanessa opened her mouth wide and drank down her little sister's pee steam. "Ummm," sighed Patricia. "You like drinking my pee too, Vanessa?" she asked. "Mmmmm-hmmmm," answered Vanessa, then zeroed in on Patricia's tiny pussy and began mixing piss drinking with pussyn eating. James watched enraptured. He would have loved to stay and maybe even join in, but he had to run. He reached into the tub and grabbed Vanessa, "Don't swallow it all," he said and kissed her, sucking a mouthful of Patricia's pee. In the process, Patricia bathed them both with the dwindling flow of her piss. "Mmmm, good," said James, pulling back, then said "You girls finish up. I want to help the next time you do this, but right now I got to go." "'Kay," said Vanessa and went back to licking at Patricia's little hairless cunt. "'Kay, Daddy," added Patricia, but not really paying any attention to anything except the mouth on her pussy. James smiled, washed the pee off his face and headed out. He ran down the stairs and said. "The girls are still in the shower. I'll check them when I get back." He and Bill then headed to the door. Before they left though,Sharice grabbed James and gave him a deep,hungry kiss, "I think you should drink lots of beer before we head upstairs," Her eyes gleamed. "I want you totally uninhibited when we hit the sheets tonight." then she leaned in close and whispered. "Plastic sheets, I mean." James kissed her back,and almost lost himself in the taste and feel of her. His cock jerked against her and he said "Yeah. A lot of beer sounds great.Maybe you can have some too while we're gone." "Don't be too late," she warned james. Truthfully, although he was happy he could still respond to her overtures with even an involuntary dick jerk, he hoped the next hour or so would help him build up his battery again for another sex session to end the day. He hadn't fucked this much since he had first gotten together with his Thai wife, Pong, and he certainly didn't want to have to explain to Sharice why he couldn't get it up with her magnificent ass in his face. Nor did he want to miss an opportunity to plumb said ass with fingers, tongue and dick. In Bill's truck, Bill opened the conversation. "Okay man, go ahead.Give me hell. I deserve.it." "Maybe so," said James,"but I'm not qualified to give it. I've fucked up lots in my time, but I have to admit I was surprised to see you balls deep in my preteen daughter. "Aw, fuck man.I wish you wouldn't talk about V that way." "Well, you were." Bill dropped his head in shame. "But I'm not mad about it, or sad anymore. I was a little heartbroken when I first saw it. But now I just want to know how this happened. It was you who broke her in, wasn't it?" "It wasn't like that man," Bill insisted. "I mean, anything I say will sound like an excuse, but it wasn't like I went in to seduce the child. I can almost say I didn't mean it." "Well, then what happened? How did it you wind up in bed with Vanessa?" "It's like this, Jim. For the past few years, Sharice has been sending the girls up to me for part of their summer vacation. It was cool at first. Just hangin'out, playin' video games, hittin' the beach and MacDonalds. Shit like that. It was fun for them and me too. But then, when they showed up last year, V was all about sexual shit. She was full of questions and showing her skinny little ass. I thought it was cute, but then one night I had too much to drink and she and I started wrestling around. Before I knew it I had my hands in her panties and my tongue on her clit. The little bitch loved it and kept wanting more. It started out with pussy licking and dick sucking, but step by step we got into fucking. I couldn't believe how sweet that little pussy was, and once in, I couldn't help myself. I busted her cherry about a week later and started fucking. It was like sex 101 man. She studied it, she had me showing her shit like where her g-spot was and how to fuck so it lasted longer, and how to make your partner cum harder. This summer I swore I wouldn't let that shit happen again. Then, when you all went out to shop, and we were alone together she hopped up on my lap and said she had something to show me. She showed me all right. She showed me her pussy and asshole. Fuck man, that little girl wants to get fucked in the ass now. I did not teach her any freaky shit like that man. I promise. But anyway. when she come onto me like that, I couldn't--or didn't-- resist. I let the little bitch ride me and loved it while she was doing it. But I feel like shit now, man. I really do." "Okay," James said."Thanks for the honesty.I'm not totally surprised at Vanessa doing that. She's precocious as hell and she's probably lucky it was you who got her first. There are some unconsiounable freaks out there, and Sharice's occupation would have drawn them in like flies." "That's no excuse, man.I know it, and you know it too." "I'm not talking about excuses, Bill. I'm talking about dealing with shit when it happens." It was then that they got to the bar Bill was aiming for. It was a small affair on a corner. They went in and found a booth in the back. The waitress, a small black woman in tight jeans and a lowcut blouse came by and took their order. She flirted shameleslly with Bill and told them she'd be right back. "I take it you know her," said James. "We been together,"answered Bill. "She's a good girl. Doesn't take it in the ass, though. I can't hang with a girl who can't get freaky with me. Well, where Vanessa was concerned, just her being 8--now nine--that was superfreaky without anything added." "I know what you mean,"said James. then he went on. "Okay, now tell me how you live with this, knowing you've fucked your sister's daughter,and knowing she might hate you for the rest of your life if she ever found out." "I don't know if I actually deal with it all. I mean, I'll do anything for Shar and the girls, you know that. I try to avoid situations where I'm alone with V. I never, ever hurt the girl. I never take her anywhere she don't want to go. I don't even suggest shit.It was her who suddenly wanted me to startdigging in her little asshole. I would never have even suggested that." James nodded in understanding. He understood a lot more than Bill imagined. He also understood that Bill was a good man. "You ever fucked any other little girls?" "Not since I was little boy," answered Bill. I like my women well-seasoned, if you know what I mean. I'n not generally interested in fucking up innocents, or in giving them on the job training." "Yeah," nodded James.They were both on the same wavelength in that regard, depite all evidence to the contrary. "Well, I'm not here to make any judgements 'cause I don't want none laid on me," said James."Just try not to go there if you can.Vanessa is my blood as well as yours. We both love her.The problem as I see it is she truly enjoys sex, and has learned that a man's cock rules his brain most of the time. But I'd rather that than her hating it for the very same reason. I guess my job now it to help her learn to control herself." "Well, man. When you figure that out please write a book so I can read it. I need to know too." "As do we all," agreed James, and drank up. They emptied their drinks and got another. And another. They were feeling very brotherly by the time they left,and Bill had told the girl to come by his house after work and he would demonstrate the finer points of pussyeating and down and dirty fucking for her. Funny enough, she agreed. They got back to the house still feeling good.James had to piss in a bad way."See you tomorrow," said Bill.Then they hugged as men will and headed to their respective rooms. James was happy to see Sharice still awake and reading. She put her book down when he came in." "Your feeling good, honey," she asked. "Great," said James."'Cept I got to pee godawful bad." "Mmmmm. Come to Momma then, baby. I'm gonna drain that nasty ol'snake dry, then fill you back up all over again,cause I've been holding my bladder just for you."She threw off the cover to reveal the same bra and panty outfit she had modeled before. "Andd on't worry about soiling the sheets either, lover. There's a plastic sheet under this one and another set under that. I prepared the bed just for us." James laughed then shucked his shoes and hopped up on the bed.Standing over her, he pulled out his cock and began pissing right onto her beautiful big black tits. He slowly trailed the pee up to her face and mouth and she opened wide to let him see her swallow his piss. His stream was still strong and he directed it down her body. He turned so he was standing with his feet on each side of her head and aimed his amber stream at her cunt. She opened the lips of her pussy for him and he did his best to pinpoint her clit.She moaned when he got it right and cried, "Yes, piss on my cunt you motherfucker. Piss right in my cunt." He kept his piss stream aimed at her pussy until the stream began to fail, then he turned again and lowered himself to his knees,astraddle her face and finished off by filling up her mouth and watching her drink the dregs ofhis piss down.She held it briefly before swallowing so he could see her do it.At the same time she was fingerfucking herself and moaning in masochistic joy. Finally, he lowered his cock to her mouth."Suck out the last drops, baby," he said. "Drink every fucking drop." She used her tongue on him as she teased out the last bit of his urine.He was overjoyed to feel his cock harden from her tender ministration. When he was finished he raised up and began to undress. The knees of his pants were already soggy from the pooling piss, and he intended to wallow in it with her, but as soon as he had shucked his clothes Sharice stopped him. "No, motherfucker. It's my turn now. You lay down here and let me give you a piss bath." "Please, yes," he grinned in lasivious hunger, and lay down as she directed. His back was quickly soaked from his own piss, but he was concentrating on the open urethra of his lover and the drip of piss forming there. Sharice was also dripping from his piss when she stood up. With a sadistic smile, she let go a blast of piss from above and James closed his eyes and opened his mouth to receive it. She flooded him with urine and he gulped it down as fast as he could. Then suddenly the stream stopped. He blinked his eyes and looked up to see Sharice stradling his face. "You want more?" she asked harshly. "Yes. Please." he said. She came down hard on her knees on each side of his face and her heavy black ass landing on his chest. It knocked the breath from him. She was venting her frustrations of the day now, and was determined to take it out on James. James understood this abnd was eager to enjoy the humiliation she had planned. She poitioned her kinky coarse haired pussy above his chin.She settled her weight on him and he felt pinned. "Beg for it," she demanded. "Please baby. Please piss for me." he pleaded. "Not for you, baby. Beg me to piss on you." "Please piss on me,sweetheart," begged James. "Don't call me sweetheart," said Sharice. "When I'm sitting on your face,feeding you my piss and shit, you call me Momma.Got that?" "Yes Momma. Please give me your pee. I need it.Please piss on me." Sharice squirted a quick stream of pee into James's face. "Where do you want Momma to piss on you." "Please piss on my face, Momma." "No," said Sharice crossly. "Not on your face, I'm gonna piss in your fucking mouth. And I want to see you drink all of it." "Yes, Momma." "Yes Momma, what?" "Yes, Mamma, please, Please let me drink your sweet piss." begged James. Sharice moved up and glued her cunt to James's mouth."Drink it baby,"she cooed, suddenly gentle. "Drink it all." and then released her bladder. Sharice felt a beautiful rush of relief and James loved drinking Sharice's piss directly from the fount. It really did have a sweetness to it that was lost once it was exposed to air. The one drawback was that he could conceivably drown with all his air passages blocked by Sharice's beautiful pussy. But what a way to go, he thought as he gulped down the amber effusion. As her blow diminished Sharice ground her cunt into James mouth. "Tongue fuck me, baby.Eat me out." James was happy to do as instructed, but he was starting to struggle for breath. Sharice recognized this but kept him pinned for a few seconds longer. Only when the struggles became desparate did she raise up from his face. James gasped for breath. "You like that, Baby?" Sharice asked archly. "You like it when Momma smothers you with her pussy?" "God, yes," gaspedJames. "What?" she demanded, showing anger that may not have been truly directed at him, but was certainly not feigned. "Yes, Momma. I love being smothered by your beautiful cunt." "Good!" she exclaimed and plopped down heavily on his face again. This time she smeared her cunt all over his face. She did it with surprising viciousness and James realized that this was part of Sharice's character that had grown since he had known her as a young woman. She had always been mischievous, but now he could see the years and tears had introduced a lot of frustration and anger as well. This love cruelty was a safe way for her to vent those emotions. He didn't begrudge her that. In fact it made his dick even harder. Besides, she took as good as she gave. She also enjoyed humbling herself to him. He was into it now, and getting off on her power as well as his own opportunity to wallow in her pussy juices. When she let him breathe again, he played his part to the hilt. "Thank you, Momma. I love your hot pussy. Please fuck my face some more. Let me drink your nasty piss and eat your filthy asshole too. Let me be your toilet." Sadistic pleasure blazed in Sharice's eyes. This was a new game for them, and she was overjoyed that James was able to join in."You whitemotherfucker!" she said sternly. "I'm going to plant my big black ass on your face and smother you to death. I'll shit in your mouth and you had better swallow every nasty turd I give you. Do you hear me?" She raised up just long enough for him to say,"Yes, Momma," and shifted around so that it was now her ass smothering his face instead of her pussy. It was hot and sweaty, still wet from their mixed piss, and smelled of her last excretion. "Eat my asshole," she said harshly and mewled "ooooh!" when he delved his tongue into her relaxed and open anus.It felt like hot butter and tasted like bitter chocolate. He tongued her deep enough so that his tongue hurt, yet he found himself struggling against her as his lungs became strangled for breath. "You still like this,Baby. You still want my fat black ass in your face when you wake up in the morning and before you go to sleep at night?" "Hell, yes," he gasped."I'm your human toilet. Your man-bitch. I love you and you can treat me like shit, and I'll just beg for more. His breate was coming in bursts between his words and he suddenly felt her grab his dick, which had become rock hard again with her continued abuse.She squeezed it painfully hard.Then she sat back heavily again on his face and she heard her voice muffled by her generous ass-cheeks. "I love you,baby, but I suddenly got the urge to bite your dick off and swallow it whole. Think you would like that, motherfucker?" "MMMMMMFFFF!" grunted James as he dug back into her asshole, licking at the interior in a fervor of dark lust. "I take that as a yes,"she said and lunged down, releasing him from the weight of her ass,but not from the hunger for it. He grabbed a pillow (also with plastic under the pillowsheet, he noticed) and propped his head so he could follow her asshole as she used her mouth to grab his dick. She bit him hard. as if she truly meant to castrate him. The pain shot through him, and he growled into her asshole with a wild "Arrrrgh!" but instead of trying to pull away, James drilled his cock even deeper into her throat, as if to offer his dick as a sacrifice to her.angry hunger. Sharice ground her teeth on his dick and gnawed at him. It actually made him piss some more, this time right down her throat. This ignited Sharice even more and she released his dick from her throat and fucked his dick with her mouth. At the same time she grunted and shit exploded from her asshole right into James's mouth. It was solid shit, and firm, but massive. It rolled out of her guts and mounded into a thick mess,covering James's entire face. It was gross in its volume and James gagged when it hit his throat. James couldn't believe the task before him, but he was determined to please his mistress, his Momma, as she preferred, and he gobbled down a huge mouthful, only to have the shit fill his mouth again immediately and pile and smear thickly all over his face and between Sharice's massive ass cheeks. Jesus, this is gross he thought, but immediately followed that thought with another. I love it.And he groaned into her ass as Sharice licked, then bit hard onto the head of his dick, and then sucked it deep back into her throat again.She was grunting and moaning as well. Mixing scat games with dicksucking seemed to move her into another place, out of her anger and into a more loving place. It didn't stop her from covering James'ss face with more shit or from biting into his cock, but there was another emotional layer added to her actions. Her love started to show. Her appreciation for James'body and sex and perversity began to take priority over the venting of violence and rage. The movements of her ass became softer, smoother, more like fucking and less like an attack. James noticed it too. Oh, she continued to evacuate the last of her shit and smear it on his face,but it was now being done more of an expression of sexual desire and less of a desire to humiliate and abuse . Finally, she completed her shit, but she continued to rub her ass into James' face. Gradually though, Sharice licked her way down James's cock, then to his balls, which she sucked and nibbled further down, all the way to his asshole, forching him to curl up and follow her big black ass with his mouth.Her tongue become a slithering snake, easily working its way into his open asshole, tasting his shit, piss and sweat flavored flesh. "Oh fuck, yeah," moaned James."That feels so fucking good." Sharice raised her head and flipped over to look down to his shit covered contenence. The shit was smeared all over his face, and into his hair.Down his neck and onto his chest. She laughed. "God, you are nasty," James licked his lips to get some shit residue off of them and said,"That was new. I had no idea you could get so rough." "Did you like it,though?" Sharice respoinded. "Lord, yes," James said."But this was like getting my cherry busted. I've never had anybody make me feel like--well, like shit-- and love it at the same time." Sharice threw herself onto him and kissed him, smearing her shit back onto her face. Sharing the smell, the sensation of the slimy dirty shit and the depravity of the experiece made her swell with joy. . "Thank God," she said."I needed you so bad.God must have heard my prayers and fucked up your life just so you could be with me." James laughed and said."I wouldn't doubt it." A sparkle gleamed in Sharices brown eyes...shit brown, thought James, but kept that comment to himself."Want to turn the tables on me?" she queried. James answered with a quick "Yeaah!" and grabbed her roughly. He rolled her over on her back and was now sitting on her stomach.He finally He loomed over her, shit covered and stinking, and he said. "You sure about this?" Sharice shifted her persona into defiance mode and sneered. "Why? don't you think you're man enough to handle a real woman? Or do you need to go back to your little submissive Thai whore to feel lake a man." James slapped her sharply. "Ouch!" she cried. "Like that," he goaded."You sure you want to get into this?" She glared back defiantly."Give me the best you got white boy." Then she added. "Call me your nigger. Make me your bitch. I love you more than I've everloved anyone. Now earn it." James slapped her again on the other cheek."What did you say, nigger slut?" "Fuck you," spat out Sharice. James grabbed her by her jaw. "Open your mouth, bitch," he demanded. Sharice struggled a bit, but obeyed, and was surprized when Jamesslapped her again. Then James wiped some of the shit off his face and pushed it into her mouth. Then he spit into her mouth. "Now swallow it all,cunt." he said. Sharice glared back. James slapped her again. She swallowed. "Now show me," he said and she opened her mouth back up for him to see. He grinned malevolently. This was going to be fun, he decided. He liked this game, both sides of it. He shifted around so his ass was now in her face. "Let's see how you like it," he said said to her and sat back onto her face. "Eat my ass, nigger." For emphasis, he reacheddown and slapped the mounds of her tits. She groaned into his asshole and he ground back onto her face. Her tongue tickled at his asshole and he could feel her explore the musky interior. After a fewseconds he pulled away from her. "Are you my shit bitch now, nigger?" "Yes," she moaned,trying to pull him back to her face. "Tell me then!" he said, pulling further away from her. "I'm your nigger shit-bitch," she said. "Yeaaahhhh," he said,trying to mimic a pornflic director/actor who specialized in this type of degradation. "You're my nasty little niggershit bitch and I'm gonna feed you lots of filthy shit." "Yes!" cried Sharice. James laughed. "Beg me,bitch." "Pleeeeassse," begged Sharice. "Please what?" "Pleeeese Daddy.Pleeease feed your nasty little nigger shit bitch your filthy smelly shit." Being called Daddy by Sharice surprised James, It made his dick jerk. "Yes, sweetheart," he crooned, slowly settling back onto Sharices open sucking mouth. "Daddy's gonna feed you a mouthful of shit right about now." James pushed a waiting load of feces right into his lover's mouth. Her sucking action at his asshole intensified and he grunted and felt the enjoyable release of an uninhibited bowel movement.Sharice coughed and sputtered,and James rose slightly to keep her from choking, but Sharice pulled him right back onto her shit eating mouth. She gobbled his shit down like caviar and it felt great to James, feeding her, gorging her on his shit. It didn't take long for James to finish.his bowel movement into Sharice's sucking mouth. When he rose up and looked back at her, her face was caked with it. It was ugly, smelled dark and earthy.Even through the shit mask she eappeared totally enaptured in the experience. He nodded in approval and mimiced what she had done when he was the one ingesting the nasty stuff. He ground his ass back onto her face and let his weight down on her. This time he held it. At the same time he smacked her big tits and pinched her nipples hard, He also slapped at her pussy, first knocking her hands away, then slapping her distended clit and felt her yelp into his ass,expending what air she had into his asshole.He just ground down a bit harder and said, "Now you know what its like to be a shit bitch." Then he rose up to let her breathe and added."And you're my nigger shit bitch any time I say so, right?" "Yes," gasped Sharice. "Yes?" "Yes....Daddy." she responded. "That's better," he smiled. Being called Daddy was a serious turn on, he found. He turned to her and lay on top of her. "Spread your legs," he told her. She did, raising her knees to give him entry to her pussy. She knew what was coming. "Now, Daddy's going to plant a brand new baby up your nigger cunt.We're going to make a sweet little baby and when you're pregnant, I'm going to fuck you even more. Then, when your titties have milk, I'm going to fuck you and drink it all up.at the same time. When you're nursing, I'm going to fuck you too, and maybe feed you my piss while you feed the baby." As he said this he slid his cock up into her waiting cunt. She rocked with him as the fucked and squeezed him with her internal muscles. "Yes, Daddy," she cooed." Now fuck your black bitch and make her cum with you while you squirt your baby juice inside my womb. With that the game playing was finished and they began fucking without any roles or games. Not to be mistaken, they still kissed deep licking at the shit on each other facces and feeling the squelch of the noxious mixture of feces and urine they copulated in. This only added to their ardor and they groaned to their respective orgasms in very quick order. When they were finished, James rolled over to lie beside her and she said, still short of breath. "Newer let the girls catch us talking to each other like that." "Never," he agreed. I'm not sure I even think it's acceptatble, but it sure made me hot." "Me too," sighed Sharice, curling around him despite the mess they wallowed in. James rose on his elbow and said, "Damn woman, I had no idea how kinky you had become." "Your were right there with me 'Daddy'." she answered. "But yes, that's a whole new chapter in my fucked-up kinky sex life." "Well, it's a good thing we found each other." "Yes!" she said, and pulled him down to her. "You taste like shit." she told him. "What's worse, so do you," he said. Then they got up, bundled up the slimy sheet and pillow cases, then pulled off the plastic sheets to reveal a blue silk sheet set. Bill checked the hall they ran together down the hall to shower together. The helped clean each other and enjoyed each other's bodies, but not with anything else in mind. They were both fatigued and effectively done for the day. Nonetheless. when they snuck back to the room they put on underwear and took the soiled bedclothes down to the washer and dumped them in, and started it. Finally, they went back upstairs, past Bill's room that was once again booming a bass beat to cover up the sex moans," They helped each other upstairs and fell together into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately, spooned like mated tableware, well matched and inseperable. = Epiphany Things settled down after that first wild weekend. Sharice was back in school at the local college, and the girls were back in elementary school. James went to work for Bill as the manager of one of his sports stores at a mall across town. It proved to be a beneficial move for everyone concerned. James was good at the job, he was now able to pay his own way and support the girls as well. He also arranged an automatic deposit into the savings account set up for his family in Thailand. They wouldn't be able to pinpoint where he was but they would know he was alive and still doing something to support them. Thankfully, the sexual activity in the household had quickly leveled out. With school and work, as well as taking care of the girls, Sharice and he were only able to revisit their secret desires once or twice a week. The good thing is that made each episode special. It also worked out well since Vanessa manipulated her schedule to get him alone a couple of times a week. The content of their sex sessions kept expanding as Vanessa's desires continued to intensify. He has finally gotten into V's ass after a few losening up sessions and she now demanded some ass licking and finger fucking every time they fucked. They only assfucked a few times though, because it left her sore for a few days. It didn't stop the assfucking, but James always let her intiate it. In his own perverse way, he loved the girl immensely and didn't want to force anything on her. He hadn't caught Bill and her again and didn't see where they had any opportunity or interest in creating one. Bill seemed to have put that veerage into pedophilia behind him as he had a steady stream of full grown weekend guests who squealed through the night and were usually gone the next morning. Patricia seemed to have lost any sexual curiosity once she was back in school. That felt right and she was more of the typical six year old moppet as a result. It should also be noted that Sharice was indeed pregnant within the first month, and everybody celebrated the event with a party that saw James and her creating a huge mess that smelled of cum, shit and piss in the toilet, their bedroom and the hotel room they reserved just for themselves the weekend after they found out. And that's the way things progressed for the next four months. James kept having trouble sleeping, and had yet to figure out how to handle his family situation in Thailand. He kept waiting and looking for the epiphany that guide him in that regard. It was almost four months to the day when the whole foundation of the Bill Brandon playhouse fell down. That was one of the few night's James got off work on time. It was Friday and he slid on home in his new second hand car, pulled up in front of the house and snuck inside, thinking to surprise Sharice and the girls. It was almost a replay at first of the first time James caught Bill fucking Vanessa. The door to Bill's room was open and the bed was definitely rocking. Bill grinned and shook his head. At first he figured Bill had scored again and was riding his way to glory. He started to sneak on past the door and up the stairs when he froze in complete surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face. It wasn't one of Bill's usual girl's in his room getting deep fucked. It wasn't his daughter either. It was Sharice, his love and Bill's own sister, bucking and squirming under him. "Arrrgg!" growled Bill as he drilled into his sister. "This is the one pussy I keep coming back to. The one pussy I can never get enough of." "EeeeeEEWWW!" squealed Sharice. "And this is the second finest dick I've ever had." This seemed to piss Bill off. "What you mean?" he said pausing, "You mean you'd rather have my man's white dick up in your ass than this fine black cock? Come on girl, you know ain't no white dick ever measured up to mine. Not even James." Sharice bit into her big brothers shoulder as she hunched up into him and convinced hime to start trip hammering into her surging cunt again. She grunted her way to an orgasm, then lay back gasping. James watched it all in amazement. Even moreso, as he reialized seeing the two of them together was incredibly erotic. Once Sharice had cum, she looked up at Bill and sneered, "My man got the finest white, yellow, black, purple or polka dot dick in the world. You just got the only dick that can make me unfaithful to my man. Now, is that enough for you." "Guess it'll have to be," muttered Bill as he rolled over on his back. James stepped back out of the door quickly to avoid them seing him. He was rocked. He had never seen this coming. The thought of Bill and Sharice fucking had never even entered his mind. They appeared the perfect brother and sister combination. Familial love combined with constant sniping at each other. He was at a loss of what to do. But he moved back into the open door when he saw Sharice roll over on top of her brother and say, "You don't think we're done yet, do you?" "Why don't you go fuck your white boy, you want some more dick," arugued Bill, his pride still hurt by Sharice's admission. "Oh, I'll get that sweet dick when James comes home. Don't worry. I love that man's cock and every other part of him. But you're my nasty assed brother, and the one thing I can't do with him is commit incest." With that she started to ride Bill's long black cock again and added, "And your big assed sister just loves doing incest with you." James stepped into the room and cleared his throat. Bill and Sharice froze in mid stroke and looked at him. "Oh no!" said Sharice. "Aw, fuck, man!" said Bill, "Not again." said Bill, remembering getting busted the last time he fucked his nine year old neice, Vanessa. Sharice started to move, but James said, "No. Don't stop. Keep going." "What?" yelled Sharice, who seemed to be mad that James didn't appear more angered about catching her fucking her brother. Then James did something no one had seen or heard since he had landed. He laughed deep from his soul. "No," he said. "Don't stop. You two look beautiful together. You fuck great." Both Bill and Sharice looked at him as if he were crazy. James went on, but as he did, he began stripping off his clothes and slowly approached them. "I once had a friend tell me that people were full of shit. A man will tell you what he'll do if he finds his woman with another man, but he's full of shit. The truth is he doesn't know what he'll do. He might kill the man. He might kill his woman. He might kill them both. He might even kill himself. Or," he said as he climbed on the bed and pushed Sharice foward so her ass was in position. "Or he might join them." By now he was on the bed with them. He straddled Bills legs and kneeled behind the sweet round brown mound of Sharice's ass. He spread Sharice's swelling ass cheeks and started rubbing his dick over the pouting mouth of her asshole. "Oh, Daddy," purred Sharice, hopeful that this would turn out well, "Are you gonna fuck your baby in the ass?" "Yes I am, " grunted Bill as he pressured his cock into her shithole. "We're going to double fuck you. Unhhhgh!" he grunted again as he forced his fat white cock into her asshole all the way down to the hilt. Once fully embedded he spoke over her shoulder to his best friend. "Bill, remember when you offered to share Evangeline with me?" Bill and Sharice both moaned as they felt James's dick fill up Sharice, Sharice, deep in her butt canal and Bill, through the membrane that separated his sister's vagina and asshole. Bill answered, "Yeah man, I remember." "Well, Sharice is the one woman I'm willing to share with you like this." He punctuated his statement by drawing his dick almost all the way out of Sharice's ass, then drove it back in. Sharice squealed in pain and pleasure, then bucked against him and then back onto the long dick of her brother. "Okay, you motherfuckers," she said , "Do it. Fuck me top and bottom till we all nut. I'm woman enough for both of you." "You got that right," chuckled !ames, and began fucking her asshole in earnest. "You're the one mother we're both fucking." Sharice growled incoherently at the rape of her asshole and leaned forward to kiss her brother deeply. "Fuck me, Bill, Fuck your little sister's wet pussy. " "My fucking pleasure, Shar," he grunted, and began using his dick to establish a rhythm for the three of them to meet even as he wormed his tongue into her mouth, down into her throat and back again. Sharice then pulled her face away from Bill and turned her head back to the side. "Kiss me, Daddy." she said, the little girl in her soul calling out for his love and lust. James complied. He kissed her hungrily and found that her mouth was sweeter than ever, but he was surprised to see tears forming un her eyes as he pulled away. "Tell me I'm still your baby," she begged for assurance. "Tell me you still love me." "I still love you, baby. I'll always be in love with you." he said, even as said it he was sharply aware of her brother's dick slicing in and out of her pussy in counter time to his thrusting cock's punches in and out of her shit chute. The thing was, this three way fuck felt good. Each of them was getting something they needed. The illicit thrill of incest for Bill and Sharice. A release for Bill's burgeoning sex drive. Being totally surrounded and filled by the men she loved for Sharice. A unique bonding by James and Bill in sharing the only woman who matched both their desires. And the final breakthrough of James's long sought epiphany. Sharice was crooning as they fucked together. The rhythm they had set between the three of them allowed the men to keep fucking for a prolonged time, while ripping Sharice with delightful orgasmic sensations. Sharice's orgasms thought eventually caused her ot lose the rhythm and the resultant effect was to disrupt each man's rhythm as well. Then Sharice started involuntarily farting as she came. This sent ripples along her anal canal that massaged the length of James cock.and sent his dick into pulsing squirts of jism that inundated Sharice's guts. She responded with yet another orgasm that sent copious female ejaculant splashing onto Bill's dick and groin." When Bill felt the spalsh of Sharice's cum he exclaimed "Wha....?", but before he could finish his own orgasm overtook him and sent him toppling into pleasure's abyss. "I'm cumming!" he yelled as his dick exploded with flood after flood of semen into Sharice's clutching vagina and deep into her womb that was already filled with the baby James and she had procreated. "Oh fuck, you certainly are," cried Sharice who felt the hot jets of his nut splattering deep inside her pussy, and answered with yet another squirting cum of her own. They all collapsed then. James rolled over onto the bed, gasping. Sharice disengaged from her brother's cock and nudged both men to make room for her in the middle. "Kiss me, you motherfuckers. Tell me I'm the best fuck you ever had." she demanded James rose his head wearily and kissed her, then said, "You are the only woman I have ever loved who I would share with another man, and Bill's the only man I would share you with.....and you are the best fuck I have ever had." Then he kissed her again. Bill opted to cover his sister's generous soft tits with kisses while James had her mouth occupied. "What he said," he said in summary. Then he added, "What the fuck was that? When you came there at the end did you piss on me too?" Sharice laughed. "No, silly. That was my squirt. You two made me come so good I squirted like a man. " Then she added, "But if you like I could pee on you too.' "No thanks," laughed Bill. "I'm not that kind of freak. "Too bad," sighed Sharice. "Ain't you ever made a girl squirt before?" Bill shrugged. "I suppose I have, but we never talked about it. Now Evangeline, that bitch will sqirt bigtime, you get her rubbing that hairy cunt while you fuck her in the ass. Makes her lose it like a motherfucker. But I always thought it was just so good I made her piss and cum at the same time." "Then you never tasted it," interjected Bill as he raised on an elbow and started toying with her pubic hair. "No," answered Bill defensively. then added acuusatively, "Have you?" Bill smiled at Sharice, "I sure have. Matter of fact, first girl who squirted in my mouth was Sharice when she was only--what? 16 years old? I was 18 and lord were we freaked. But I can now tell you unequivecably that a woman's squirt and piss do not taste the same." "Say what?" asked Bill. Sharice laughed. "Enough!" she said. "Bill's and my sex life--and freaklife--are nobody's business but our own." Bill arched an eyebrow. "Even if that now includes three way fucks with me?" Sharice said, "Only if you decide to get into the nastier aspects with us." "No thanks," said Bill. "This is already freakier than I will ever admit to in a court of law. Sister fucking is as far as this black man cares to go." "Your loss," smiled Sharice, then slapped both men on their now limp dicks. "Then I think it's time I go pick up the girls. They been at the mall too long already." She rose, naked and proud in front of the tow men and looked down at them. "My men," she smiled, contentedly. "I think I finally have what I have already wanted. Bookends for my ass." Then she laughed. James hopped up and said, "And I have finally figured out what I'm going to do." "What's that man, said Bill," still lounging comfortable his his heavy limp cock hanging down his leg. "I'm going back to Thailand," he answered. "What?" said Bill. "But I thought we were cool?" said Sharice. "Oh, we're cool," said James, "and I have a plan in mind. Think you two could relocate with me? I think the girls would love it." "Say again," queried Bill. James smiled, then exhailed heavily. "It's complicated, he said, but double fucking Sharice made all the pieces fall in place. Now, I'm presuming my wife will accept me back, which is the biggest if. But if she does, then I have an idea how we can all live together in a kind of kinky paradise. You two up for it." Bill shrugged. "I don't know, but what the fuck. I've gone as far as I can go with the sports store thing. I could like some of that oriental poon-tang." Sharice looked at James, "You mean you would expect me to share you with another woman?" "Yep, answered James, "kind of like I will be sharing you with Bill here." That stopped Sharice cold. "Oops!" she said. "I think I may have fucked up if I wanted to keep you to myself." "There's more," said James, "but that's for me and Sharice alone to work out, if she's willing to do it, and I'm perfectly aware she may not." Sharice gave him a puzzled look, but Bill was now fully on board. The idea of drilling his big black dick into the tight little asshoke and pussy of a plethora of Thai girls had him won over without reserve. "Let me get the girls," said Sharice. Then she looked at James, "Can you promise not to do anything till I get back?" James pulled her close and kissed her sweetly. "Promise," he promised. And she left. Then James grabbed a the rumpled bedclothes and tossed them onto Bill's nude carcass. "Get dressed, man," he said. "You're dick's getting hard. I can't stand that without Sharice present." "Just thinking about Thai pussy," Bill chided. James grabbed his clothes and ran up to his room after Sharice. He had his energy back and a plan to put together, but first he had to take the biggest risk of his life. He had to admit to the love of his life that he was fucking her daughter on the side. = Confessions James walked in the room he shared with Sharice just in time to find his dark skinned lover wrestle her way into her clothes. "Are those jeans starting to get a bit tight?" he asked. Sharice patted the little pouch of her tummy and asked, "I thought you wanted me pregnant." "Absolutely," answered James. "I want to see that belly swell up. I think its beautiful. It makes my dick hard thinking about it." "I see that," smiled Shrarice. She went to him, carressed his still naked cock and embraced him. "Thank you for how you handled things just now. I was sure I would lose you when I saw you standing there. You surprised the shit out of me when you joined us. If you let me, I'll do my best to make up for it." James grinned in obvious agreement, but Sharice went on, "Are you sure you're cool with me and Bill? If you're not, I'll try to stop." Curious, James said "Try?" "Well, Bill and I have been knocking off a piece every once in a while since you left 10 years ago. In fact, there's a good chance he's Pat's real Daddy. But don't tell him or Pat. He already loves her like his own, and she doen't need that kind of onfusion in her life. Bill's and my relationship is one of those nasty little things that I'm not sure I could stop if I tried, but if you want me to I'll do my best." "Don't worry about it," said James. "It may not matter one way or another after we have a little talk." "Why?" "Now that I've got the goods on you and Bill, I figure its confession time. If I want you to go back to Thailand with me, I have to let you know the situation there, which happens to reflect back on things here as well. Just like I have to let Pong know what's happening here before I go back, if you agree to go with me, I figure the first thing I have to do is make sure you're up to date before you leave school again to go off with me to a life in the sticks in Thailand and all points east of the equator." Sharice stood with one hand on her hip and looked her man up and down. "It this a long or short story?" "Pretty long," "Okay," she said and sat down on the bed. She grabbed the phone and dialled. "Hey girl. I got to ask a favor. Would you mind bringing the kids over here instead of me coming to get them? I'll pay for gas. " There was a short pause. "Hell, girl, how should I know? Let me check." Then she yelled out, "Hey, Bill. You want that big assed sister of mine to spend the night." "Sure!" Yelled Bill back up from the living room. "I love it when pussy is home delivered." Shaice spoke back into the phone. "You hear that? Great. Okay, I'll tell him. No, don't worry, take your time. Yes, my deal on the gas is still good." She lay the phone down and yelled back at her incestuous brother,"Yo! Bill. Evangeline says to get your ointments out. She got an itch for you to scratch!" They heard a completely out of character "Yippee!" from downstairs, then Sharice looked up at her naked lover and said, "Close that door and bring that fine white cock over to Momma so I can suck on it while you tell me your story." James closed and locked the door as suggested, but paused before going to her. "You may not feel like sucking my cock when you hear all my story." "All the more reason to do it now. If this was the last time we were going to be together, I'd want to end it with a nut in my mouth or seeing you swallow my squirt instead of just an empty feeling in my stomach." she responded. "Come on. Come to Momma, Daddy. Let me eat you up. 'Sides, I realy feel I owe you for not walking out and leaving me cold after what you saw." "How can I argue with that," grinned James, and stepped over to her, stroking his dick to full hardness as he did. Sharice took him into her mouth and pulled him to her as she did. He felt her throat encase him and felt her swallow to get him even deeper. She pulled him out briefly and looked up to him with her big brown eyes. "I love doing this to you," she purred and pulled him back down into her throat again. James groaned."Ahhhhh That is so good." He stroked her hair as he spoke next and as she continued to minister to him. He closed his eyes and felt the delightful sensations his lover elicited as he started his tale. "It began when I picked up a bargirl named Pong. She gave me a blowjob that sent me reeling in an outdoor bar in Pattaya becuase she liked to use her teeth." In response Sharice applied her own teath to the base of his cock and gnawed at his. "AAAAhhhrrrggghh! Yeah, just about like that," he said. "It was great." Then he stopped. "Sorry." he said, opening his eyes and looking down at Sharice, who was still looking up to him and studying his face. "I don't mean to go into too much detail." Sharices pulled his cock from her mouth, trailing nasty strands of mucous as she did. "Don't worry," she gasped. "If you married her, I figured she had to have skills. And don't stop. This is making my pussy wet, so you go into as much detail as you want. Why don't you lay down so I can work on you." James was happy to comply. He lay down on the big bed and was overjoyed when she pushed his legs up over her shoulders and switched to eating out his ass. "Now go on. This way we can still be nasty and you can concentrate better." explained Sharice as she began licking at his asshole. "Oh yeah, eat my asshole, you sweet brother fucking bitch," James said, even as he realized she was right. Telling sex stories while you get your ass eaten out is much easier than when you're dick is being mauled. For all the wonderful sensations, you can speak better. "Anyway," he went on. "I wanted to keep Pong with me for the weekend and I had to go to the Momasan to arrange it. Turns out the Momasan of the bar was an old friend. He--or she-told me.." "He-She?" interrupted Sharice pulling away frem his asshole for the second it took to say it. "Well, she was a guy who became a girl...at least I think that's the way it works." "Okay," mumbled Sharice as she delved back into his ass. "Anyway, She was married to another friend, a lawyer friend. He owned the bar" Sharice stopped again. "This is getting complicated." "It's just getting started," said James. "I love what you're doing, but if you want to, you can stop while I explain." "No!" insisted Sharice, "but if you want to give me some flavoring down here, I could enjoy the story even more." "Ohh!" sighed James, "I think that can be arranged, He concentrated a bit and passed a turd down his anal canal into his lover's nasty mouth. The relief he felt was delicious to him and she must have enjoyed it because she welcomed the mouthful of shit with an "MMMmmm," and James went on with his tale. "Anyway, Gina, that was the Mamasan's name, suggested I consider settling down with Pong and the thought really appealed to me. When I teased Pong with the ides, she took it seriously. When she did, I did. I mean, I was tired of galavanting over Asia and she was sweet young lady who gave a great blowjob. Even when Gina let slip that I dug shit and piss games, she just seemed intrigued by it. Anyway, I took her out but before we headed out, she said she had to pick up something. That something turned out to be her little sister." Here James managed to reach down and grabbed Sharice by her hair and pulled her up to him. Her mouth was smeared with his shit and her eyes were puzzled at why he had stopped her. Tears started to come to James' eyes and he pulled her to him and kissed her filthy mouth. When he pulled away he went on. "Her sister worked in another pussy bar, but an illegal onr. She worked the customers, fucking them or blowing them at their tables. Pong took me into the bar and left me in a dark corner. I was surprised when a naked little girl came to me, hopped on my lap and began fucking me. It turned out to be Pong's sister." Sharice's mouth flew open, revealing shit smeared teeth and a tongue still darkened with it as well. "How little a little girl?" asked Sharice. "Ten," answered James, as simply as he could, waiting for Sharice's response. "You fucked a 10 year old child?" "Sorry, yes." answered James. "It was the first time I'd ever done anything like that, but I did it." "What did Pong do?" "She helped. In fact, I found out it was her plan to hook me up with Rang so I would buy out her contract and take her with us." "And did you?" "I did. She came with us. She was the flower girl at our wedding." "And did you fuck her again?" "Yes. She shared our bed right up until I left." "My God!" Them Thai girls are fucking sick. "Don't generalize, Shar. This was not normal for a Thai family, though a lot of poor families let their girls join the sex industry." "And this is your family?" "I'm afraid so." Sharice surprised James then. She kissed him. Then she said, "and this is the family my girls and I would have to be a part of?" "If Pong accepts me back. Its very possible she won't. She was incredibly pissed off when I left." "Why? if she was down with you fucking her little sister what would she object to? what did you do, shit in her little sister's mouth?" As she said this, Sharice shifted about and began nibbling at James' nipples, ready to work her way down his body. "No, she liked that. The two of them did any and everything I ever asked, and usually a whole lot more. They did their best to become my shit, piss and sex slaves, and without me really asking for anything. "Damn," said Sharice, now nibbling at his pubic hair and quickly working her way back to his dirty asshole, "Those are some nasty freaks." Then she laughed and said, "But look who's talking," and dove back to cleaning up the shitty mess in his asshole, but paused again briefly, "Wait, I got it. You went fucking outside the family." "No," said James, "and that was the problem." "Wha--" "Excuse me, Shar. I know I'm being a little selfish now, but would you mind getting back into my asshole. I need to shit and your mouth feels so good on me when I do. Besides, when you hear what comes next, you'll see why I'm not sure I'll be welcome in Pong's life or bed anymore." Sharice quickly glued her mouth back on James's anus and began sucking, literally sucking the shit out of him. It took only a bit of a grunt and a push, and he had once again evacuated another turd into her slutty shit hungry mouth. She swallowed quckily and licked away at his asshole, cleaning him. "Oh God, yes," sighed James. "I love it when you do that. Okay. It happened a couple of months after Pong and I got married. One day my lawyer and friend, Gino, and his transexual wife, Gina dropped in the resort I managed." Sharice came up from his asshole sputtering, "Gina and Gino?" "Yep. His idea. Now that is my idea of a sick fuck. Got a new wife and give her a diriviative of your own name." Sharice laughed and James could see the shit still lingering in her mouth. "I don't think either of us are in a position to ciriticize another couple's choices," she giggled, then dropped back down to his asshole. But her tongue had only begin fucking into him when she suddenly raised back up. "You fucked Gina!" "Ugh! no," said James, and an involutary shiver ran down his spine. "Why, because she used to be a guy?" "Partially," admitted James, "but more because I knew him when he was a guy,and he was a manipulative bitch back then. He could only be worse now." "Hmmmmmm," mused Sharice, who then shrugged, and dove back into his sloppy asshole. James took this as his queue to go back to his story. Even so, he took this opportunity to wrap his arms under his knees to give Sharice better access to deeper regions of his asshole. This invitation was avidly received. She growled into his asshole and dug in deep. James went on. "The thing was, they didn't come alone. Evidently Pong's and Rang's parents saw this as an opportunity to better the life of their youngest daugher, a mischievous 5 year old named Pung. She hopped out of their car, ran to her sisters and then started staring at me like I was from outer space." "Smart girl," interjected Sharice. showing her shit smeared face, then diappearing again into the recesses of James ass. "Yes," agreed james. "It took her about two weeks to warm up to me. She didn't speak a word of English, and my Thai is severerly limited. But bit by bit, she grew on me. Practically literally. It didn't take long before I had an extra appendage called Pung. Whether I was working around the resort, swimming in the pool or napping in the middle of the day, she was right there beside me." Sharice raised up, aghast. "Wait, I think I see what's coming, and I'm not sure I can handle it." "You want me to stop?" Sharice paused, looking a bit comical with shit smeared on her nose, but then said, "No, go on. I need to know." "That's what I figured," James said. "Wait a minute," said Sharice. "This is like listening to science fiction or a horror story for me. It all seems unreal, but I'm caught right in the middle between feeling appalled and horny as hell. Do you think you could put off the ending of this thing until after we fuck. I really need to cum and I need to feel you cum inside me. Whatever happens after that just happens, but you are the man I love, and I want to squeeze every little bit of passion out of this relationship I can before we risk it all." She then climbed up on top of James and began disrobing. James watched in rapt facination. He looked up at her in complete adoration. "I love you so goddamn much," he said. "Me too," she said as she pulled off her blouse and undid her jeans.Watching her wrestle her way out of the jeans was just as comical as watching her put them onn. James smiled but held his laughter. He loved Sharice so deeply he couldn't believe it. So deep, he had to risk her love to tell her the truth. He might have continued to hold back the whole story if not for the fact that should she go with him, she would find out later, and if it was too much for her, she would be in an untenable position. He was asking her to give up school, any plans for a normal future and her network of family and friends in the States. He would also be exposing her girls to a whole new way of life. Although he would welcome her doing this willingly, he did not want to trap her into that kind of situation. He had to let her know. When she was completely nude, James pulled her down to him and kissed her, disregarding the filth that coated her mouth and tongue. Loving her all the more for being willing to submit herself to him like this. This was a woman who was happy to eat his shit, have his baby and let him know her darkest desires. He loved her for that. "Let me fuck you," she whispered to him. "Let me ride your fucking cock. Then I'm going to piss in your mouth and shit all over your face. Then you can tell me the rest of your fucking story." "Okay," James said softly and simply. Sharice sat up on him and positioned herself over his cock. With an agonizing slowness she lowered heself onto him until he was fully embedded inside of her. She held her tummy. "This is your baby," she said. "Our baby. Our second child. If we can somehow come out of this together, I want another one. I want you to be the man all my babies call father, and who I can always come to." Then she started fucking him. Slowly. Deeply. Taking him deep, then releasing him till only the tip of hid dick was inside her, then deep into her cunt again. She controlled the fuck, Working him into the sensitive recesses of her cunt. Tears came to her eyes and she started to cry. So did he. He fucked her back, trying to meet the needs she was driving to complete. For the first time there was no profanity while they fucked. No cursing, no nasty describut they each repeatedly declared their love for each other, reaching for something in this desperate intercourse that could bind them beyond any tragedy ore hardship. It went on this way for some time until James could not stand it anymore and picked up the pace, He called her name and begged her to love him. Ther tears become a torrent and she leaned over him, telling him she would always want him in her life. He drove a finger into her asshole and she rode him harder, grinding into him as she did, searching the deepest level of sensation from clit, pussy and asshole she could. Their hunching, grinding fuck sped ever faster until they were a blur together and until Sharice's orgasm broke over her. She screamed as if struck by lighting. James came too, with a growling grunting attempt to pour every drop of semen he would ever have into the cavern of her love and lust." When it was done, Sharice sat back up and said, "That was beautiful," then scooted up to position her pussy over his mouth, dripping with his own cum mixed with her juices, and whatever residue that still remained from her brother's cum down into his waiting mouth. "Now drink my piss, you pedophilic motherfucker," she sneered, with more than a little vehemence, and began spraying James' face with her urine. She soaked his face and hair, as well as filling his mouth with her piss. "Drink it!" she demanded, "Drink it all!" James did his best, but Sharice evidently wasn't satisfied because she began smearing her sloppy cunt over his face. "Take it," she cried. "Lick my nasty cunt." James did. His feeling of humilation and guilt rode him to do just as she said. But Sharice wasn't finished. She rose up higher until her asshole was hovering over his face. "Lick out my ass," she commanded. "Eat your cum out of my asshole. Then I'll shit all over your little girl fucking face." She lowered her ass to his face and smothered him. He sucked at her asshole and gagged on the cum that she shit out of it. Then he felt her asshole open and her shit fairly flowed into his smouth. He was gagging and choking by now, struggling and a little fearful Sharice really did mean to kill him this way, even before she had heard the last, and worst, of his damning story. But this was not Sharice's intent. She finally released James from the confinement of her big black ass and let him breathe, but continued to smear her shit all over his face by riding and grinding him. When she was finally satisfied with the filthy mess she made, she rose and turned around. She looked and her handiwork and sneered. "Jesus, you're filthy. What do you have to say for yourself?" Tears of remorse filled James eyes. They were real and drawn from every transgression that had led him here. "I'm sorry, Momma." he said, referring to Sharice as Momma had long since been drilled into him during their s and m seeions. It satisfied deep seated needs in both of them. "Now clean me, motherfucker. Clean up my asshole " she ordered him. James went to the task. He licked and sucked at her asshole, licking over the round globes of her ass until he had ingested all of the shit he found there. When he pulled away from her, gasping for air and red from exertion. "Finished?" she asked, harshly. "Yes, Momma." he answered, waiting for futher instrucitions or ciritcism. Sharice rose, turned and looked at him, the filthy shit smeared face he presented to her. She smiled and kissed him, sharing the nastiness that drew them tighter and tighter together with each passing sex session. "Now finish your story," she said. The lay together then, awash with urine and covered with smeared excrement. They smelled bad, It felt beautiful, sick and sad. And James continued his story. "It happened a couple of months later. Pung was an innocent. She slept in her own room away from the room Pong, Rang and I shared. It was the one time she was separated by herself. Every few nights, she'd demand to have Rang sleep with her. That was no problem. Pong and I both agreed we needed to keep her away from the sexual part of the lifestyle we shared." "Then one night my partners came into the resort..." "Partners?" "We had bought into the resort together, We'd met years before and hit it off. We wound up becoming a poor man's consortium. We would find or set up little businesses in different Asian countries and get them running. Sometimes we'd sell them off. If they weren't too labor intensive, we'd run them remotely." "Like what?" "Oh, usually outsouThere was a service for the employment of registered nurses who would then go work in other countries. There were some minor league porn flick distributers that sold videos over the Web. None of this would make us major league players, but it did give us an excuse to keep exploring Asia and a way to support our varied lifestyles. Anyway, we had bought into this reosrt when I decided this was where I wanted to settle down. It gave Girard and Brad a place to chill between business endeavors and was a pretty steady stream of income. We were on a lake and worked with some locals who were setup for wakeboarding and para-gliding. And we were almost close enough to Pattaya to keep up connections with my friends with the bar and blowjob business. It worked out pretty good. Anyway, that night Girard and Brad came in and we all got drunk. When I finally got to bed, I climbed in and grabbed the first warm body I found. We cuddled in the dark and I knew it had to be Rang's little ass I was butting my dick up against. She didn't protest when I worked my way under the covers and started eating her hairless pussy. In fact, if anything she encouraged me and egged me on. I rolled her over and mounted her from behind. I rubbed my cock into her, first against her asshole and then against her pussy to see where she wanted me, and when she pushed back when I probed at her cunt, I rampaged in, but could barely get the head of my dick lodged in her. I was already way too drunk and horny to pay attention. I really don't even know if I busted up the little girl's cherry or not, and I do know I busted a nut in her in pretty quick order. Then I just rolled over and fell asleep." "That's kind of what I figured," interjected Sharice. "I certainly don't approve, but I never would have figured you for a straight out rapist, and the girl didn't try to stop you." "Anyway, the next thing I knew I was being beaten by Pong. She was screaming at me, both in English and Thai, wanting to know what the fuck I had done and how could I do that to her innocent little sister. She ran me out of our cabin and I wandered out on the road. I'm not sure how I managed it, but I got to Pattaya, arranged a car to the airport in Bangkok and flew out with the money in my pocket and a backpack I'd grabbed on the way out." I wound up back here and that's when you and Bill picked me up. I had just landed and didn't have a clue about what to do. I figured Pong could handle whatever was going with the resort, along with whatever profit it generated. She'd already proven herself a decent administrator and knew her way around the local area. "Shit," muttered Sharice. "I think you may be right about Pong not letting you back in. You fucked up, baby. Maybe irrevocably. And it sounds to me like she doesn't really need you now." "Yeah," agreed James, "but that's not the worst part." "Shit, baby, how could things get any worse." James took a deep breath and said, "because I've been fucking Vanessa on a regular basis ever since I first arrived. That was when time froze. There was a moment of shocked silence. Then an explosion. "Fuck! Shit! Goddamn!" screamed Sharice. James was trying to disappear into the piss soaked sheets, but was not at all successful. "Why did you have to tell me that? You've been fucking Vanessa. Your own daughter." "Yes," answered James, determined to take whatever punishment Sharice meant to dish out without response. He didn't feel he had any excuse, reasonable cause or defense. "Jesus!" Sharice said as she sat up and glared at James, then said, "I knew it. I've known it for weeks, but I didn't want to know it. I didn't want to find out. I didn't want you to fucking tell me. Why did you have to fucking tell me?" "Because I don't want you to find out when you don't have any recourse," said James. "You're building a life here. If you go with me, you'll have to give up everything you've started. I don't want you to have any regrets." "James, my whole life is crammed with regrets." she said, then she slapped him. "And I don't have any recourse either. I love you. 'Ness and Patricia love you. You're the best thing in our lives and the only man, other than Bill, who has ever stepped up and made things better for us. Now, I actually have to deal with this shit." She started to cry and fell onto Bill. She kissed him, begging him to please make it better. Bill could do no more that try. "I--I can promise never to let it happen again." Sharice slapped him again. "Fuck you!" she exclaimed. "Don't you understand. That little girl is a nymphomaniac. She can't go without dick. If you stop fucking her, she'll just find someone who will." "That's what she told me." "She was telling the truth. Now, we might put her up under a shrink for years, but then she'd be fucked up in a whole other way. Fuck! I was trying to keep a blind eye to you and 'Ness were doing the nasty, but you have even fucked that up." James was now totally confused. Was he being told he should fuck Vanessa, or that the relationship was now doomed because he had admitted his transgression. "I--I--I don't understand," he said softly. Sharice suddenly pulled him back on top of her and wrapped her legs around me. "Kiss me, you white motherfucker!" she demanded. James did, Sharice kissed him back viciously, raping his mouth with her tongue and holding him tight. "Here is what you're going to do," she declared. "You are going to call your little whore twat wife and see if you can come back home. If she says yes, you tell her about me and the girls. Then we do whatever the fuck it is we have to do to stay together." James was nonplussed. Nothing was settled. He hadn't been forgiven. He hadn't been condemned. But Sharice had just declared that his place was with her and the girls. What else was he to do but as she suggested. He loved her, but he was truly one confused white pedophilic polyamoric motherfucker. "Okay," he said, lost in the reason, or lack of same, He could now expect to spend the rest of his life trying to untangle it all, but that was alright with him, because after months in stasis, he could finally move again. He quickly calculated the time difference and determined that it was now early morning in Thailand. "Well?" said Sharice, "what are you waiting for?" "Okay," said James and picked up the phone, then dialled it for long distance, the country code for Thailand, the local dialing code, and the finally,the number to the Sunset Resort. "Put it on the speaker," demanded Sharice. "Let me hear what this woman I have to share you with sounds like." "Okay," said James, and they could hear the phone ring 10,000 miles away. Finally it was picked up. "Morning, Sunset Resort," said a booming bass voice on the other end. "Girard?" said James. "Yes,"answered the voice, then there was a pause. "James? Is that you?" "Yes, it is." "Hey, mate! Its great to hear your voice. Now get your arse back here so I can escape this hell hole." "What? What's wrong." "I hate this little backwater hole in the ground!" exulted Girard, his Australian accent coming thrugh loud and clear. "You're the one who is supposed to be managing it with your little group of she devils. We need you here, mate. Come on back." "That's the plan, Girard, if Pong lets me." "Let's you? Why wouldn't she let you. She's crying and moaning about you every day. Won't let Brad close enough to smell her. Won't associate with foreigners, despite the fact she's the one who keeps the wheels rolling and the palms greased." "Um--she didn't mention anything about why I left?" "Only that you and she had a fight. Is there more." "No...no," stuttered James. "Um, would you try to get her on the phone for me." "Sure thing, mate," said Girard. "Thanks, Girard," interjected Sharice, determined to make her presensce known. "Hellloooo," responded Griard. "Who is that, may I ask." "This is James's other woman, Sharice." "Ooooohhh shit! I don't think I want to be around for this conversation." "Will you get her though," insisted James. "Sure, she'll be right here. Just hold on." Insipid music came on. They waited. Sharice looked at James. James looked back. A minute that seemed like forever passed, then the music stopped. "'Ello," came a voice that brought both fear to James's heart and tears to his eyes. "Pong?" said James softly. "James? James!" suddenly screamed the girl on the other end of the line. "Yes, it's me. Pong I---" "Come home!" said Pong, her voice hysterical. "Come home now!" "Yes, but Pong--" "But nothing! Come home. I need you. Rang and Pung and I need you here." "But Pong I need to tell you..." "I don't care. You got another woman, I think. I don't care. You come home. You belong here. Now! Not tomorrow. Now!" then there was a pause, and finally in almost a whimper, "please." "I'm on my way, sweetheart, but I won't be alone." "Don't care. You come." "Consider it done, darling." said James, not knowing what else to say. "James, I love you," said the small voice on the line. James looked a Sharice. She nodded yes. "I love you too, baby," he said. "And yes, I'm coming home." The phone went dead. James looked as Sharice again. "I guess we're on our way," he said. "Prepare yourself to say hello to Thailand." Just then Evangeline busted into the room with Bill behind her. She froze stock cold. "What the fuck is this?" she said staring blankly. "Eeeew, you two are a couple of nasty freaks." Then slammed the door. James and Sharice started to laugh, suddenly aware of their shit smeared contenances. = Epilogue It took more than a day to get to Thailand. It took almost another month. Bill had to transition his job to a replacement. He put Evangeline in charge of his properties. Passports had to be arranged, as well as work permits and other assorted legalities. But finally, towards the end of the dry season in Thailand, they made the move. And so it was that late in the evening, a dirty white van pulled up to the Sunset resort. Out climbed Patria, Vanessa, Sharice, then Bill and finally James. "Let the driver take care of the bags," he noted. The whole family had been pleasantly surprised at how James had taken charge as soon as the decision to relocate had been reached. He contacted his friend Gino to arrange the legalities. He arranged the tickets and transportation. From the moment they left the States, everyone was agog at the exotic scenery and customs. James guided them all gently thruough every step. As soon as James showed his face he was greeted by his friends, Brad and Girard. They shook hands all around and did guy hugs. James introduced them to the newest member of their poor man's corsortium, Bill, who was excited to be part of whatever the fuck it was they were doing and said so in so many words. Next came two young girls dressed in bikinis and running out to the van. Pang, the taller girl rushed into James arms and kissed him in a way a 10 year old should probably not know how to do. Girard smiled crookedly. "They do that all the time," he said. "Means nothing. You just got to get used to it." Sharice nodded knowingly, knowing much more than Girard ever would. The other little girl, Pung was standing at James's feet. He looked down at her, then reached out for her tentatively to see what she would do. "She jumped into his arms and began to cry. "Sorry," she said. "Sorry." James wiped the tears from her eyes and said. "No. Not you sorry. Never you sorry." and kissed her gently. She refused to let him go and he patted her back. He looked to Sharice and Bill. "Sorry. She and I tend to speak in broken English." Sharice nodded and patted the little girl on the back too. "It's okay, baby," she cooed. The little girl looked at her puzzled, the reached for her, and clung to her as tightly as she had to James. "Guess you passed the test," said James. Sharice smiled. A mother's smile. Meanwhile, Vanessa and Pang were eyeing each other with suspicion. There was a territorial battle coming for sure, and James hoped his dick could survive it. "Where's Pong?" he asked. "In the back," nodded Brad towards the bar. "She still dances sometimes, but doesn't fuck around. She's the one girl in the place who seems immune to my overtures," and he glowered at James as if he had screwed up his fun again. "I gotta go," James said. Bill and Sharice nodded. James walked quickly to the bar and into the back where the girls worked. He searched the darkness for his wife. Finally he saw her. She was dancing to the raucous beat of The Fire Down Below. Her fine ass was gyrating smoothly to the music and he smiled in admiration at the suggestive and rhythmic display. Her back was to him, but she froze in place as if she felt his eyes on her. She turned slowly to reveal that she was even more pregnant than Sharice. "James mouthed "Oh my God," as Pong ran and launched herself off the the stage and into his arms, trusting him implicitly to catch her. James caught her and with eyes popping wide, said, "Pong, you're pregnant." "Yes!" exulted Pong. "Now, you'll be a Daddy for real." That took James's breath away even more and he started to talk when he saw that was Pong looking behind him. He turned, and saw Sharice watching them. Pong moved out of James arms towards Sharice. Sharice tried to be cool. "I'm Sharice," she said softly, and held out her hand to shake it. "You James's woman?" asked Pong, bluntly, ignoring the offered hand. "Yes," James is my man," answered Sharice, turning the phrase subtley. "Our man," declared Pong. She stood a head shorter than Sharice, but was nonetheless intimidating. "You got James's baby too?" she asked. "Yes," said Sharice defiantly. Pong suddenly broke into a big grin and hugged Sharice and said. "We are family,...," then broke into the old Sister Sledge song with the next line, "I got all my sisters with me," which Sharice picked up easily. James was relieved. "Great harmony," he sighed. Pong looked at James. "No more baby girl fucking!" "Right," said James, not sure if that included Rang and Vanessa,but willing to agree to anything to bring some peace to this convoluted situation. "Good," said Pong, as if that settled the whole matter. "You broke Pung's heart. She thought she did bad." "Oh no," chimed both James and Sharice. "No. You did bad. You got drunk and fucked her tiny pussy." "Yeah," said James. As if that settled everything, Pong turned and looked at Sharice. "I like your skin," she said. "Thank you," smiled Sharice. "I think I want to eat your pussy." said Pong. "Wh--what?" said Sharice. "Sure, we both with James. He fucks us both. We both got baby. It's good we like each other. I eat your pussy, you suck my asshole, okay?" "Um--umm..." muttered Sharice, not sure she was ready for this, but Pong when on unabated as she dragged them both out of the bar. "I got rooms ready. Rang and Pung and your girls live together in their rooms. We share next door." She nudged James. "Your little girlfriends can visit you, but you sleep with us. No more surprises when you drink too much. You fuck in the dark, it's our pussies and assholes. Daytime, you fuck who likes to fuck you." "But with discretion," ordered Sharice, who still kept the out-of-sight/out-of-mind rule in place for James liasons with his darker skinned daughters. "And only in the family," added Pong, whose liberal sexual attitudes did not include anyone outside her specific circle. "And now I get to fuck Shar too." She squeezed Sharice's hand and looked up at her. "I like fucking girls too." Sharice only smiled. They were now at the cabin they now shared, next to the cabin the girls would occupy together. As they approached the door, Pong stopped and addressed Sharice again. "You like to eat shit with James?" she said bluntly. Sharice blushed but said honestly, "Yes, James and I like to play .... games." "Good," answered Pong. "Lets try to fuck him to death tonight." "Sure baby," said Sharice smiling, suddenly realizing Pong meant to bring them all together as a family, and fucking together was the way it was to be done. She put her arm around Pong's ballooning waist and kissed her sweetly on the lips, Then she said, "And from now on, you just call me Momma." Pong giggled and kissed her back. Then they both reached back and grabbed James by his hands nd pulled him into the darkness of their room. James smiled contentedly as he walked to a delightful and perpetual doom in the arms of the women and girls he loved. ~~~Finis~~~~ This completes the James Norton Saga Part Two. James and Company will appear in a new segment from the Passions of the Perverted Universe, but will have to wait until I complete several other stories for this Universe.