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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Idiosyncrasies
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted)
Series: The James Norton Saga
Summary: James hooks up with Pong, a bargirl in Pattaya, Thailand.  This
leads him to a sexual adventure that excites, then appalls and finally
ensnares him for life.  Keywords: Mf, ff, Mg, ped, oriental, oral, anal,
ws, scat, public, romance

   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

   Idiosyncrasies

   idiosyncrasy (n): eccentricity, peculiarity, quirk, singularity,
characteristic, trait, disposition, habit, tendency



   James and Pong Hook Up

   It was a typical night at the Olive Branch, one of the semi-enclosed
bars that clot the town scape of Pattaya, Thailand.  Several men, mostly
white and all foreigners, sat around the bar.  A number of them were
chatting with Thai girls who sat facing them from inside the circular bar.
Some men seemed to be sitting alone, but with something on their minds. 
These latter were trying very hard to appear nonchalant, with varying
degrees of success.

   Suddenly one of the men exploded into a paroxysm of garbled growls and
groans that crescendoed with a resounding "Yes!" after which he banged his
drink on the bar several times.  He then shuddered and collapsed in a heap
in his chair.  His demonstration was met with laughter by several of his
neighbors and a giggle from the girl who rose up in front of him from
beneath the bar a few seconds later.

   The man was amazed.  This young girl, who couldn't be yet 20, had
attacked his member with an animalistic fervor when she'd ducked under the
bar.  She had licked and nibbled at his dick to start with.  Then, deciding
she liked what tasted, she had taken him into her mouth.  As she did, she
scraped his cock with her teeth.  When he didn't object, she gnawed at him
while she sucked him.  As his excitement grew, she had swallowed the full
length of him down her throat, still gnawing at the base of his shaft. 
After a moment, she had gagged, and pulled back.  Then she had sucked his
balls, jacked him off violently with one hand , and probed into his asshole
with her forefinger with her other.  She finished by sucking him to
completion and drinking his cum like an expensive liqueur when he exploded
in her mouth.  He had felt her literally suck the very essence from him and
made his asshole physically pucker tight around her plunging finger.  The
only other time that had ever happened was when he bedded an opera singer.
Lungs do count, he found.  Then, even when he finished she had continued to
lave him with her tongue until he had softened completely.  Only then had
she gently stuffed his dick back into his pants and return from beneath the
bar.

   After recovering, the man sat back up and grinned at the girl, who was
now sucking at the forefinger of her left hand as if to clean off the icing
of a cake.  She withdrew the finger and smiled shyly at him, as if he had
caught her doing something naughty.  James grinned back, took a long draw
from his mug of Tiger beer, reached for the offending hand and kissed it.
first on the back of it, and then on the still moist forefinger.  He sat
back and released a happy contented sigh.  Then he dug into his back
pocket, fished out his wallet and handed over some cash to the young lady
facing him.

   "That was great," he said.

   "You love me now?" the girl giggled, as she delicately wiped her mouth
with a tissue.

   "Sure do," said the man.  "As a matter of fact, how would you like to
take a trip to a resort for a few days?"

   "Really?" asked the girl, genuinely impressed.

   "Sure," said the man.  "Me and a couple of buddies are taking a holiday
and I sure could use some female company to go along with all the drinking
and lying.  I like you, you give a great blowjob and you're as cute as a
kitten.  So, would you like to go with me?"

   "Yes," enthused the girl.  "Let me go ask Mamma."

   The man settled back, sipped at his beer and waited, enjoying the
ambience of Pattaya, far enough away from Bangkok to be a getaway, not so
far as to be a major challenge.  It was known for its brothels and beaches.
What more could an ex-pat ask for.  The night air was warm and muggy.  The
sky was clear and you could see the full moon shining overhead.  There was
a mix of tourists drifting by.  Several of the passers-by were families
vacationing at nearby resorts.  Several others were men like himself. 
ex-pats with their loves for the evening hanging on their arms.  Lots of
working girls.  Lots of hustlers of all categories.  As he looked about he
reflected that, strangely, after all these years without a home of his own,
he had become one of the exotics himself.

   He looked up as the girl came back towards him, holding hands with
another woman.  The woman was tall for a Thai, well over 5'6".  She carried
herself with much more grace and confidence than the young girl beside her.
The two walked over and the Mamma-san reached out her hand to the man. 
James stood and held it gently.

   "Hello James," she said.

   There was a moment of confusion before the light of recognition lit up
James' face.

   "Chalimkit!" answered James, looking her up and down.  "Damn!  So you
finally did it."

   "I told you I would."

   "I bet our boy Gino is a happy man.  He no longer has to explain that
his girlfriend is really a guy in drag."

   "James, you know he never explained.  And no one ever guessed either. 
But no, he doesn't have to explain anything now--except to me when he's out
whoring all night."

   James grinned.  "So, you're a woman now, and as hot a married matron as
I've very seen.  Gino did himself up right.  Give me a kiss."

   The Mamma-san made a show of the kiss.  She draped her arms around
Eric's neck and moved close in an elegant floating motion.  She brushed his
lips with hers and said, "By the way, I go by Gina now," Then she kissed
him and her body melted into his so they looked like two mated pieces of a
jigsaw puzzle.

   The kiss was soft and sweet and deep.  Their tongues swirled in a
graceful liquid dance.  James couldn't imagine that this full breasted,
estrogen filled and deliciously soft creature had ever had a penis swinging
between her legs.  At the same time something was missing.  He couldn't pin
it down but something he required to truly stir him just wasn't there.

   Then a thought hit him and he started to laugh, breaking the kiss in a
coughing, laughing fit.

   "Gina and Gino?  You've got to be kidding," he sputtered, "That had to
be Gino's idea.  It had to be.  Only he would think it was romantic."

   Gina's eyes narrowed and her softness evaporated.  "And what's wrong
with that.  I think it's cute."

   "It's cute alright," snorted James.  "Heaven preserve us from that level
of cute."

   Gina frowned, then smiled viciously.  "That remark just cost you an
extra 2000 Baht," she said.

   "What?" he exclaimed.  "That's not right.  Can't you take a joke?"

   "No," answered Gina, straightening up and stepping back.  "I never
could. That hasn't changed.  Now, if you want to take little Pong here with
you, you had better pay up and get going before I decide she deserves
better than you."

   James quickly regained his rogue's smile and said, "No doubt she does.
Still, it will be a nice break for her and a great relief for me to have
her along."

   "Very well," answered Gina.  "Then you take Pong with you.  And I've
decided to be generous.  Aside from the 2000 Baht penalty for bad manners,
there's no charge for the house, just apply the 1000 Baht a day to Pong's
tip and maybe she can get out of here and go back home before she gets into
trouble with drugs, VD or a bad guy.  That is, unless you wise up and marry
her.  She's a sweet girl and you could do a lot worse."

   James smiled.  "Still the match maker, eh, Chal---er-- Gina.  But you
might be right.  I think I'm about ready to make some babies and have a
real home.  Forty-five years of bachelorhood is just about enough."

   With that he eyed Pong in a new light.  Rather than just a diversion,
she suddenly looked like a great candidate for becoming his child bride. 
The girl stood off to the side, waiting for the negotiation to be
completed, and was fairly glowing with a pleased smile as she enjoyed being
the centerpiece of the tete-a-tete between James and her Mamma-san.

   James genuinely liked her.  She looked healthy, fresh from the provinces
and full of hope and promise.  James thought maybe he could settle down
with her and propagate the next generation of globe hopping vagabonds.  Her
smudged innocence didn't deter him at all.  In fact, he preferred a girl
with enough mileage to refrain from judging others too quickly or too
harshly.  He took to the thought like a pair of comfortable new shoes.

   "How about it, Pong-girl?" he tested.  "Think you could envision being
married to an old whore monger like me?"

   Pong laughed lightly and nodded yes.  "Of course," she said.  "Why not?"

   Gina put her hand on James' shoulder.  "Don't play with her, James.  You
know she believes you, don't you?"

   "I pretty much believe it myself," said James.  "Hell, let's see how
this little holiday works out.  " He reached out and slid his arm around
Pong's waist, then curled her to his side.  "If we really hit it off, I'll
be ready to seriously negotiate with you when we get back.  "

   Pong giggled brightly and Gina smiled assent, then leaned over and
whispered into Pong's ear.  James watched as Pong's eyes opened wide and
her jaw dropped.  She looked at James incredulously, then spoke to Gina
rapidly in Thai.  Gina responded with encouragement and looked back at
James with a triumphant smile on her face.

   "What was that about?" James asked.

   "I just figured I should tell her about your rumored predictions.

   "What?  How could you?"

   "James, if you are as good as your word, she needs to know that sooner
or later, you are going to want special treatment."

   "Yeah, but....."

   "Why, James, are you ashamed of who you are.  Aren't you the one who
always told me to "go for it", whether it was sucking Gino's dick, wearing
a dress or trading in my cock for a cunt?"

   "Yeah, but I never told a total stranger you were a muay thai trained
bitch in a faggot's body."

   "And I never told anyone about your secrets.  But then again, I never
felt responsible for the girls you were fucking until right now."

   James stared at Gina, then finally broke into laughter.  "And your
English vocabulary has gotten too damned good.  How the fuck did you know
about all that....stuff?"

   Gina leaned in again, and whispered in his ear.  "Don't worry, James. 
Everyone I've ever met has had some dirty little secret.  And one of mine
was that I always chatted up your girlfriends after you were done with them
just in case I ever had a chance to get your horse-cock up my ass." Then
she quickly brushed her fingertips lightly over the bulge of his cock
beneath his jeans and stepped back.  "As for my English, what can you
expect?  I married a lawyer."

   James shook his head in good natured acquiescence, but couldn't resist a
parting shot.  "You always were a slut, Gina.  That's why you and Gino were
such a perfect match."

   "And I think Pong is a good match for you.  She's a little angel by
temperament and a nasty little whore by nature.  She has the innocence of a
young girl in her manners, but the appetites of a glutton in the bedroom,
or so I'm told.  She's only been with me one month, but she's willing to
try anything and I have yet to hear her complain."

   "Great!" said James and turned his full attention to Pong.  "You pick up
your belongings and we'll be off then."

   Pong did a sort of a joyful hop, and threw her arms around his neck.  It
was her turn to kiss him.  Their kiss contrasted heavily with the one he
had shared with Gina.  It was sloppy and unpracticed.  James found her
mouth loquacious and quickly full of their shared spit.  She sucked
hungrily at his tongue and gnawed at him as if to swallow him whole.  James
also noticed that his dick sprang to a full erection in stark contrast to
Gina's well practiced kiss.  Pong noticed his hard cock too, and grabbed at
him greedily through his cut-offs.

   "So big'" she said.  Then quickly added, "I hope I can take it all
inside my pussy."

   "I have no doubt you will," James grinned.  "You didn't seem to have any
problem just now." smiled James, remembering the enthusiastic blowjob she
had given him.  "I'm really looking forward to a lot more of that," he
sighed wistfully.

   She smiled.  "Anything you like," now rubbing her crotch against his.

   "Anything?" he asked, remembering that she knew at least part of his
perversity.

   "Sure, why not?" she said, smiling a mischievous little girl smile..

   "Great," said James, with smutty visions of nastiness dancing in his
head.  When he stood to leave, his erection was painfully obvious to anyone
who looked, but he figured anyone who was paying more attention to him that
to the girls they were with were in the wrong place to begin with.

   "Do we need to drop by your home and grab a bathing suit?" he said,
trying to coordinate what happened next.

   "No.  Sorry.  I don't have," she answered.  "But I need to pick up some
.......  thing."

   Thinking of hairbrushes and underwear, James shrugged as he pulled her
close, feeling her firm little tits pressing against his chest.  "Fine, and
as for a swimming suit, we'll buy something there, if that's okay for you."

   Pong smiled shyly and said, "Sure, and repeated for effect, "anything
you like."

   James patted her pert round ass as she headed to the back to get her
stuff.  He watched her walk away, bewitched by the rhythmic twitch of her
little round butt.

   "Damn it, Gina," he said.  "Your match making just might work.  I think
she's got me."

   Gina laughed warmly.  "I think you've got her too.  Treat her well,
don't fuck up for once in your life, and I think you will have a perfect
wife and girlfriend."

   "Wife and girlfriend?"

   Gina smiled slyly.  "Shouldn't the wife be both?"

   "Yeah, but it's an odd way to put it."

   Gina only smiled.  "Let me know where you're staying.  Perhaps Gino and
I can drop by."

   "Girard, Brad and I are staying at the Sunset Resort.  We're meeting
there.  The two of them are doing some wake boarding and we're going to do
some brainstorming.  We may even buy into the place."

   "Fine, I know where it is.  I'll tell Gino."

   "Great," said James, then watched as Gina made her way on down the bar,
making sure her girls were busy and the men were having a good time.  He
shook his head in wonder and took another drink.  He had no difficulty
accepting Chalermkit, now Gina, as a woman.  He had long truly believed she
was a woman with a man's body, and was genuinely happy for her.  He was
more surprised at his lack of any real sexual stirring from the kiss.  He
knew he was as far from being a prude.  He was even more confused at the
revelation that some of his nasty little secrets weren't all that secret.
He was just lucky he'd never completely let his guard down with any of his
girls.  He doubted even Gina could handle the whole truth about him and
still consider him a friend.

   Shortly, Pong returned, looking more like a schoolgirl than a bar girl,
her face was freshly scrubbed and still held the mask of innocence.  She
was dressed in tight jeans and a brightly colored blouse that revealed
nothing beyond her delectable figure.  She smiled broadly and stood before
him.  When he turned to her on the bar stool, she moved in between his
spread legs and draped her arms around his neck.

   "I'm ready," she announced.

   James wrapped his arms around her small rounded waist, the stood.  When
standing, she came up to just below the height of his chest.  The disparity
bothered neither of them.  In fact, it appeared to make them both all the
more interested in one another.  James kissed her again, and together, they
exited onto the street.

   They quickly blended into the flow of foot traffic.  As if on que, they
each pulled out a mobile phone and dialled.  Still holding one another,
they each babbled into their cells.  James had no idea what Pong was saying
but he was telling his driver he was ready to go and that they should meet
at their prearranged rendezvous.

   In minutes they reached the spot, a kind of intersection by the beach.
The driver pulled up even as James began to look around.  The vehicle was a
big dusty white van with Sunset Resort plastered across its side.  He
pulled the sliding door of the van open and helped Pong climb in, then slid
in beside her in the middle section of three rows of seats.  All the better
to keep their activities between themselves during their long drive.

   He spoke to the driver.  "My lady will tell you where to go first so she
can pick up some things, then we'll head to the resort," he said.

   "Yes sir," said the driver.

   Pong then leaned forward, which kept her tiny breasts rubbing against
James encircling arm, and chattered briefly with the driver.  The driver
nodded an understanding ascent.

   As they took off, Pong nestled back into James' arms.  They kissed and
James was immediately aroused again.  Her mouth was like warm honey and
loquacious to boot.  He carefully unbuttoned her blouse and felt for her
small tits.  They were tiny, but firm, like little ripe peaches, all
natural and spiked with protrubant nipples that stood out like plump
berries.  She groaned as he pinched them, and he quickly found the harder
he pinched the more she squirmed against him.  Again, he was amazed about
how well matched they were, and bore down on the nipples with his thumb and
forefinger, really hurting her.  Her only response was to press more firmly
against him.

   Loving her reaction, but not wanting to waste any more time before he
explored her little snatch, he reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped
her jeans.  He slid his hand down into her panties and found a smooth
hairless cunt, awash in her own arousal.  He couldn't tell if her pussy was
shaven, or truly bald.  Pong countered by spreading her thighs and ground
her dripping little cunt against his exploring hand.

   James slipped his forefinger into the folds of her compact little cunt
and into the tight canal of her pussy.  She felt like wet warm velvet, and
her cunt muscles clutched his finger like a vice.  He couldn't envision
ever getting his entire cock into her, but any girl who could deep throat
him like she did was likely to help him bottom out in her cunny, even if it
meant wedging his dick into her womb.  Anyway, he was dying to try.  In the
meantime, he also found her clit with his thumb and began massaging it.  At
the same time he leaned in and started sucking, licking and biting at
Pong's tits as he was diddling her.

   Pong moaned wordlessly at this action and hunched forward.  She also
grabbed his head and urged him on in sucking her tits.  James did his best
to comply.  He bit down on her tit and felt her grab him even harder. 
"Yes!" she moaned.  "Hurt me.  I like it."

   James did just that.  He bit down on her nipples and tit flesh in turn,
first one breast and then the other, then took an entire tit into his mouth
and suckled hard, biting down on her.  At the same time he managed to fit
two fingers into her pussy.  Her lubrication flowed freely and so he tried
three.  It might have hurt, but as she had told him she enjoyed the pain,
so he tightened his four fingers into a single unit and pushed all of them
all into her cunt.  By this time Pong was groaning loud and forming an
endless moan.  She was also fucking his hand in frenzied thrusts.

   The little bitch came in a torrent, flooding his hand with her juices,
then grabbed his hand and licked at it like a slobbering hound.  In her
eyes he saw a carnivorous hunger.  He had never seen the like before, and
he was torn between a weird fear of her passion, and an enormous desire to
dive into that hunger with her, but just as he began unbuckling his belt in
prelude to giving himself over to his own lust, the driver spoke up, "Here
we are sir.  This is the bar where your girlfriend told me to stop."

   James looked up in surprise to see that they had driven outside of
Pattaya to a little bar that stood back from the road.  The driver jumped
out and rushed around to open the sliding door to the van.  Still flushed
from her orgasm, Pong pushed James back and began climbing over him.

   "What's this?" asked James.  "You wait," said Pong, kissing him quickly
as she climbed out, "I'll be right back."

   James could only stare in disbelief as she knocked on the door to the
bar, then disappeared inside.

   The driver left the door open, but climbed back into his seat.  "Local
bar," he said pointing at the building.  "I don't think you like.  Very
dirty."

   James sat back without a word and felt himself start to fume.  He was
still horny, but that could evaporate quickly if his temper rose.  He was
determined not to let that happen.  Still, fifteen minutes later, Pong had
not returned.

   "I'm going in," he said.

   He had expected the driver to try to talk him out of it, but instead he
just shrugged.

   "You want me to come," asked the driver?

   James thought a minute, then said.  "Not yet.  If I need you, I'll come
back and get you."

   James then stepped out and walked cross the dark yard to the bar.  He
knocked on the door as he saw Pong do.  The door opened and he saw a man
look him over.

   "My girlfriend--" started to explain James, but the Thai spat back
something that proved to James he didn't know him and didn't understand
English, but just as the man started to shut the door, Pong appeared and
spoke placatingly to the man.  Pong grabbed James' hand and pulled him
inside.

   "Give him 50 Baht," she said, indicating the doorman.  "James did so
with a bit of reluctance, cursing himself for another fine mess he was
undoubtedly getting himself into.

   Pussy really does make a man crazy, he thought.  But when he looked at
Pong, he welcomed the insanity.

   Pong pulled him in into the small bar, "Come," she said.  "You meet my
sister."

   "Wha--??" exclaimed James.

   #### James Meets Rang ####

   Pong led James far into the back, where there were a set of booths
bathed in dark shadow.  there James sat down and found himself wedged into
a corner.

   "Give me your wallet," demanded Pong.

   "Why?" he asked.

   "If they know a foreigner is paying, the manager will want too much
money."

   James understood.  A local dive like this might try to rape a
foreigner's wallet for a drink and a quick feel.  But with Pong
representing him, he would be sure to get equitable service, if he could
trust Pong, which he did for some inexplicable reason.  So, James handed
over his wallet to his new girlfriend and was given a sweet loving kiss in
return.  She quickly dug into it and pulled out two twenty Baht notes and
headed towards the bar.

   While Pong was gone a young--a very young--girl, obviously prepubescent,
with bare nubbins on her nearly flat chest and a loosely fitting thong
covering her smooth little girl cunt, plopped down beside him.  This told
James a lot of things, most of which he really didn't want to know.  This
bar trafficked in underage girls, was probably totally illegal, and very
exclusive in its clientele, preferring to keep it's patronage entirely
local.  That's why the guy at the door had been so rough, and why he had
been buried as deep into the shadows as Pong could get him, but it didn't
seem to stop this girl/child from seeking him out.

   "Sorry," he said."I'm waiting for my a girlfriend." He felt no urge to
indulge in young girls.  Given his own specialized 'tastes', he preferred
liaisons with women who weren't easily shocked or traumatized.

   "I'm waiting for my a girlfriend." he said again, employing a tried and
true method of putting off bar girls when he didn't want to be bothered. 
Fortunately, this time his voice would ring with sincerity because it was
true.

   But this only made the little girl giggle and she scrooched in closer
saying something totally incomprehensible in Thai.  James leaned back
uncomfortably, thinking to be unresponsive and figuring he would just have
to wait for Pong to come back and sort things out.  Then, without any
invitation, the girl climbed up on his lap facing away from him and pushed
her tiny slim ass against his cock, which was still rigid from his recent
unfulfilled episode with Pong.  As soon as she felt the extent of the bulge
from his dick pressing into her butt, she turned her head to him, her eyes
popped wide in amazement and she chattered at him, obviously impressed. 
She then reached down behind herself and got the measure of him.  Her tiny
hand couldn't fit around the girth of his cock and she started chirping
again like a horny little bird as she began grinding her ass against him in
time with the rhythm of the Thai disco song being played over the loud
speakers.

   James enjoyed the feel of the child's bare ass rubbing against his dick
and was suddenly having a great many mixed feelings about what was going
on. This little girl undoubtedly knew what she was doing, and was working
him into a greater state of arousal again he was amazed that he was
responding so strongly, this time to an preteen girl.  He again contrasted
it to his encounter with Gina, who had been much more sophisticated and
curvaceous, and loaded with sexual intent, but whose attentions had left
him dry.  Hell, he knew if he had had a few more drinks in him he would
have thrown conscience to the winds and would be mauling this little girl
right now.  But, since he had not, and with the impending return of Pong,
as well as the sister she had mentioned when she had dragged him into the
bar, he knew he had to stop her quickly.  Then, as it clicked that the
sister Pong was looking for was probably working in this bar, he again
wondered what he was getting himself into.  He was just placing his hands
about the young girl's waist with the intent of moving her to the seat
beside him when Pong showed up with three drinks and a broad smile on her
pretty pixy face.

   "James!" she exclaimed happily.  "You like my sister?"

   "Is this your sister?" asked James, half torn between guilt and relief.

   "Yes, I called her, Tell her we come to see her and I want her to take
care of you.  She work here," then she leaned in close to whisper in James
ear, leaning her little bit of body weight on his knee.  "She's too young
to work in Pattaya, and she no speaks English."

   "Ahh--" said James, a bit lost for words.  He was even more surprised at
Pong's attitude when she looked around to make sure they were not being
watched, then reached down and surreptitiously unzipped his fly, pulled out
his dick, deftly pried her sisters loose panties to the side so she could
plant his cock into the slick tight tunnel of her little sister's vagina.
The child's pussy was already moist and seemed to welcome the head of his
dick.  Pong leaned back in between them and kissed James, then said "Fuck
my baby sister.  I help.  But be quiet.  We don't let others see."

   James was aghast and turned on beyond belief, both at the same time. 
This was not what he had planned.  He liked full grown women who could
handle his more obscure fixations.  In point of fact, he gloried in
milk-full tits and big round asses.  Still, his cock was already two inches
into paradise, and his prospective fiancee was urging him on.  So he did
what he had done so many times in his life when his choices led him into
unbelievable turn of events.  "Go with the flow" he told himself.  Besides,
his dick was already in heaven.  He need only follow it there.  He hunched
forward and drove his cock deeper into the little girl's cunt.

   decided, James was hard put to dampen his naturally exuberant fucking
style in this sweet heated perversity.  The girl-child's pussy tube clamped
down hard on his dick and she was grinding him into her, slowly embedding
half his cock into her tight baby cunt.  He felt resistance when the blunt
head of his cock prodded against her cervix, then the excruciating
pleasure/pain as she grunted and pushed harder.  He felt more than heard a
little "pop", and gasped as she took him into her veery womb.  She
whimpered as well at the painful intrusion, but showed no sign of retreat.

   "Quiet," warned Pong, turning to them.  Then said something similar to
her sister in Thai.  Both her sister and her lover clamped their teeth as
they resisted the natural outpouring of lust they were sharing at Pong's
prompting.  Pong slipped her upper body in the space between her sister and
James again.  She turned her hungry gaze on James, and said "I love you."
Then she kissed him, and her tongue demanded entrance between his clenched
teeth and into his mouth.  access was given, her kiss became as hungry as
ever.  She seemed to harbor no jealousy that her little sister was fucking
her boyfriend before she had.  Indeed, it seemed to make her all the more
amorous.

   She thrust her tongue down his throat, and sucked at his groaning breath
as if to draw out his very soul through their kiss.  But suddenly she broke
the kiss, leaving James breathless and completely immersed in the
sensations of the moment, needing to fuck, to cum, to cry out in ecstasy.

   Pong pulled back and addressed her sister, placing her hands on the
little girl's face and turning her to face her elder sister.  Pong spoke
harshly.  She must have told her sister to begin fucking him because that
is what the child did.  She began short bouncing strokes, biting her lower
lip as she did.  Keeping to the beat of the music, and grinding him in deep
every time he bottomed out in her womb.  James began fucking back into her,
feeling the beat and matching the girl's rhythm to the blaring music.  He
also matched her grinding fuck as be repeatedly bottomed out inside her
womb.

   Pong watched her sister and James with hungry intensity.  She leaned
over and sucked at her sister's tiny nipples, then pulled back and pinched
them and twisted them between her thumb and forefinger.  In a sweet whisper
that belied her words she urged them on alternately in Thai and English. 
"Fuck my baby sister, James.  Cum deep in her pussy.  Make her cum.  Make
her your baby.  Give her your baby.  She likes your big cock, James.  She
says it hurts and she likes the way it hurts.  I want your big cock the
same way, but harder.  When you fuck me I want to scream.  I make you
scream too....."

   On and on she went.  One sentence in Thai.  One in English.  And both of
them gasped answers back in return.

   James litany went like this, in short harsh whispered gasps.  "Your baby
sister's cunt......is so sweet.  Her pussy.....  She so tight.....  it
hurts.  I want to cum in her tiny cunt.  I want your tiny cunt too.  I want
to make your baby sister cum like a bitch.  A sweet little bitch.  My sweet
little cunt bitch.  Just like you...."

   James didn't last long.  Within the space of three or four minutes of
the tight hot wet constriction of the immature pussy, coupled with the
three of them talking nasty true sex talk to each other, he soon ground his
teeth against his need to scream out his completion.  He leaned forward
against the girl's shoulder and grabbed her by her tiny waist to bury half
his thick dick into the heart of her cunt and began spurting his life
essence into the moist recesses of her budding sex.  Pong did her part as
well, She leaned onto her sisters shoulders and held her immobile while
James pumped every drop of cum he could manufacture into the small girl.

   The little girl was cumming hard, and was loving it.  This was obviously
not her first fuck.  If it had been, the very intensity would have
frightened her.  Not her, though.  She exulted in her orgasm.  She not only
knew how to fuck, but she seemed to like the perversity of what they were
doing as well.  It seemed she wallowed in the complete submission to
lustful sensation.  Still, it was remarkably intense for her, and she was
struggling to keep from crying out.  Sensing that her sister was about to
lose control, Pong covered her sister's bee stung mouth in a kiss that
swallowed her orgasmic scream.  At the same time she reached down with her
hand to speed the culmination of her sister's climax.  She masturbated her
sister's miniscule clit as the child erupted into the strongest orgasm of
the her young life.

   There was a moment of ecstatic shared bliss as both James and the little
girl were awash in their total union.  The groans they swallowed because
they dare not voice them had the strange effect of bonding them even
tighter.  Then, as they likewise shared the slow subside of passion into a
dreamy languorous stupor they clung to each other by.

   When it was over, the music was still pounding, but had become no more
than a muffled background noise to James.  Pong, quite satisfied with how
things had gone, leaned back besides James and fed him his drink, then
sipped at it herself, then fed it to her baby sister as well.  It was a
local beer, and both Pong and her sister seemed to like it as much as James
did.

   Pong's sister had collapsed back against James with her head lolling
against his chest and lay in a listless heap, cooing her pleasure at him as
she took her alternate sip of the beer.  Then she reached back and tenderly
caressed his cheek.

   "Kiss her," Pong said.  "She gave you a beautiful fuck, yes?"

   "Yes she did," James agreed, and awkwardly managed to kiss the child
whose baby cunt still clamped his now-softened penis and held it inside
her.

   This may have been the sweetest kiss in James' life.  The girl turned
her upturned face to him, fully trusting in his hunger for her to provide
for her needs.  The sweetness and sincerity of his kiss told her that his
desire was the result of loving intent and her complete submission to him
would feed his gracious generosity towards her.  All this was communicated
in this single angelic kiss as their tongues explored each others' open
mouths.  That kiss stated it all more eloquently than any treatise, poem or
romantic tale.  And James knew that this kiss would change his life, and
his future, irrevocably.  This child was placing her hopes, future and fate
in his hands.  He knew this.  Just as he knew for a surety that Pong had
orchestrated the entire thing.  She had done this from the instant she had
first taken his cock in her mouth, tested his reaction to her own
perversity for cum eating, sex-pain and orgasm addiction.  It was
solidified and determined when she found the key to his soul were his own
dark perversions.  And it had culminated by introducing a whole new level
of depravity through the body, soul and sex of her little whore sister.

   When he could breathe again he asked Pong, "You planned all this, didn't
you?" he asked.

   "Of course," she answered, smiling.  "I need to care for my little
sister and me too.  We were sent to the bars to pay off our family debts.
When our Momma signed the papers to send us away I knew I will find you. 
You will save us.  Our hungry pussies catch you and love you into loving
us. Now we own you.  And you own us.  I know it."

   There was a pause.  Then she added.  "If you like." and lowered her head
to wait for his response.

   James knew he was being played.  But he also understood that the two
young women had invested everything they had: their youth, beauty, sex and
trust in the hope he would rescue them from a dead-end street.  It was all
they had and they risked even more than they knew.  But James knew.  They
were risking their very lives in their trust of his good, if not honorable,
intentions.

   He had met his share of burnt out 25 year old hookers who had been
reduced to the show of sex, and who had lost any actual interest in either
sex or romance, largely because their trust had just been so betrayed.

   Unknowingly, these girls had placed their hearts, minds and future in
his care.  James wasn't fooling himself, though.  He was no chivalrous
knight, or roughshod hero.  He was as fucked up as anyone he'd ever met,
and would ride his trail of depravity throughout his life.  He'd come to
terms with that.  And he also knew he couldn't actually save these girls.
The best he could do is offer them a chance.  Certainly, he would take his
full measure of pleasure with them, but he was also willing to invest all
the love and tenderness he had in them as well.

   This entire thought process had taken less than 5 seconds.  And his
decision and ongoing strategy to boot.

   "Of course I like," he answered, and saw Pong's eyes light up and brim
over.  She then said something to her sister and the little whore hopped up
and squirmed around on James lap to face him.  In the process she
disengaged from his cock and spilled a mess of gluey cum on him.  Ignoring
the mess she covered his face with kisses, then glued her mouth to his in
as unchaste a kiss as a little girl could muster.

   Pong was crying too.  She hugged them both and quickly stuffed James's
penis in his pants, zipped him up, then pushed her sister's face aside to
get his full attention.

   "I love you, James," she said to him.  "I will do anything you want. 
You save my sister.  I will do anything." and it was her turn to kiss him.
Her kiss was as sloppy as ever, and he could now taste her salt-tears mixed
in the almost candy sweet taste of her saliva.  Strangely, when they broke
the kiss, and he looked at her then, all dishevel led and her face marked
with tears, she was even more beautiful to him.  He saw her, a young girl
who had fallen into a life of prostitution, and was probably surprised to
find out she was a sex maniac, yet who loved her sister more than life.  He
also believed her.  She would do anything.  He could hardly wait to get her
alone.

   She sat up and looked from her sister to James.

   "Give me your wallet," she said bluntly.

   This time James didn't say anything.  He simply dug into his pocket and
gave it to her.  She looked inside and nodded approvingly, then pulled out
a rash of bills and handed the wallet back to him.  She waited a second to
see if he would object, and when he didn't, she turned again, grabbed her
little sister's hand and left.  She also talked to a waitress nearby, gave
her a couple of notes and the waitress nodded, then she left.

   James went back to drinking.  He realized a dangerous precedent might be
being set, but he also felt it was worth the risk.  He was careful about
how much money he carried in his wallet and figured out that Pong was going
to pay the manager for him to take the little girl out, just as he had done
with Pong earlier in the night....a lifetime ago it now seemed.

   He drank his drink, and waited.  He was never approached again, so he
figured that was at least part of what Pong had told the waitress, to warn
all the other girls away.  He was taken.  He was still waiting 10 minutes
later when the waitress stopped at his table and placed another beer in
front of him, along with a large bag.  He looked inside to find it full of
cans of beer.  He smiled.

   "Road beers," he said to himself.  Pong had thought of everything.

   He drank the beer in front of him and then another two from the cache in
the bag before Pong and her sister showed up again, both smiling, both very
happy.  He was smiling too, a little high from the beers, and the alcohol
was beginning to let him enjoy the surreal existence he had just fucked
himself into.  The little one was now dressed in jeans and shirt, sans
makeup and looked every bit the little girl he had figured her to be.

   Pong handed a few, very few, bills back to James.  "Wow," he said to
Pong.  "How much did it take to get her out for the night?"

   "Not the night," said Pong.  "She doesn't come back.  She never comes
back."

   "Oh?" asked James.

   "She stays with me.  And I stay with you.  From now, we all stay
together."

   She said it with fierce determination and James wasn't about to argue
the point.  He realized he was now in as deep as he could get.  These girls
were his charges, and he had to take more than adequate care of them,
wether or not they favored him again with their sex and charms.  Without
intent, he was embroiled in illegal commerce.  No one would accept his
excuses should the girls suddenly declare him to be in conspiracy with the
people who contracted them for whatever possible purpose, but in reality to
be part of the sex trade .  And he knew that his responsibility did not
extend just for the night, or for the week at the resort.  He had been
suddenly put in charge of them for the foreseeable future, which in turn
meant that the deal with the resort was no longer an option.  He had to
make the deal work, and figure out a way to stay in Thailand as a business
entrepreneur.

   It was a little disconcerting, but he was a strong believer in fate and
destiny.  If this was to be the way of his life, he was damned sure
determined to make the most of it.  He just hoped the magic ring showed up
he would need to keep it all together by the time the holiday at the resort
was over.

   "Okay, then," he said, careful not to betray any of his own doubt. 
"Then let's go." And he let the two girls lead him out of the darkened bar.
James Seals the Deal

   If the driver was surprised to see James head back to the van with Pong
and the even younger Rang, he didn't show it.  Instead he listened while
Pong gave him additional directions.  This time the driver was wise to the
ways of the girls.  He also knew who was paying the tab, so he told James
by way of the rear view mirror, "The ladies say they need to go to their
home and pick up their things."

   "Fine," said James.

   "It will be very late when we get to the resort," noted the driver. 
"You get food before you go?"

   At this, Pong piped in, Rang clapped her hands in glee and the driver
laughed.

   "Your girlfriend--"

   Again Pong broke in.

   "Sorry, sir.  Your 'fiancee' told me we should go to the McDonalds in
Pattaya and get some food for the trip."

   "Yes.  Rang loves McDonalds," said Pong.

   "Sure," said James.  "Why not.  And while we're at it, lets stop at an
ATM somewhere.  I'm suddenly just a little low on cash." And they were off.

   The ride to McDonalds was almost innocent.  Pong curled up beside James
and Rang climbed onto his lap and curled up with him.  After a minute on
the road, he was surprised to find the little girl unbuttoning his
shirt,then smoothing out the hair on his chest to start suckling on his
nipple.

   Pong giggled and said something to Rang, chiding her.  Rang responded
petulantly, then went back to suckling all the more vigorously for the
reproval.

   "I told Rang she is still a baby," Pong said to James softly.  "She says
she doesn't care.  it feels good to suck your breast, like you are her
mommy."

   James smiled, understanding the need as a retroactive desire for
security and safety, but was suddenly diverted by Rang's unexpected
scraping of teeth.

   "Ahh--" sighed James.  "Pong, girl.  Tell Rang to use her teeth more if
she's going to do that.  I like the--"

   Pong quickly spoke to Rang and Rang bit down on James's nipple.  She bit
down hard and ground her sharp little teeth into him, sucking as if
determined to get milk that could never come.  What she did get was James's
hand on the back of her head, urging her on.  Pong also took this
opportunity to wriggle down so she was kneeling on the wide floorboard of
the van and released his penis again.  Sure enough, he was hardening again.
Pong-- or was it both Pong and Rang-- had a remarkable effect on his sexual
desire.  Pong was evidently effected similarly.  She mouthed the head of
his dick, and simultaneously jacked him off while Rang mauled his nipple.

   "You like?  " said Pong raising her head, but continuing to stroke his
dick, her big almond shaped eyes glinting in the darkness of the van.

   "Yes, I like," wheezed James, rocking Rang against him, who sat up from
her suckling to see what was happening, only to have her head pushed to the
other nipple by James, which she latched on to without complaint and took
just as much comfort in gnawing and sucking on as the previous one.  "But
when do I get to --ugh--fuck you." he gasped.

   "Later," she promised.  "On the way to OUR resort.  Now, I suck you some
more.  Okay."

   "No," said James.  "Let's wait.  I want to make sure I can come up
inside your sweet cunt.  "

   "Is that all you want?" teased Pong.  "To fuck my pussy?"

   "No,' said James.  "You know some of what I want.  Not all, but some."

   Pong smiled knowingly, but demanded he tell her.  "What else do you
want?"

   "Remember when you said you would do whatever I want."

   "Yes," confirmed Pong, meaning it.  "Anything."

   "Okay," said James, "Right now I want to pee in your mouth, and I want
you to drink it all."

   Pong nodded in agreement and said softly, "No problem.  I want to try."
Then she took him into her mouth and waited for him.

   James smiled down at her, then closed his eyes and relaxed.  He sent the
magic message to his bladder that allowed him to release the smallest of
spurts of urine into Pong's mouth, just to see her reaction.  Her reaction
was to swallow.  Then, she demanded more, begging with her eyes.  "More?"
he asked?  "Mmmmm," she murmured and bit down a bit.  James chuckled, and
said simply, "I love you." He then allowed his piss to flow into his
lover's waiting mouth, trying to keep it under control.  Pong drank deep.
She slurped down James piss and mewled in contentment, but shortly the piss
began to overflow down her cheeks and onto her clothes.  Rang watched in
hypnotic fascination while her sister drank down James's pee.  Seeing the
stream overflow, she pushed Pong away from James' dick and gobbled it up
drinking down the slowing stream in her sister's place.  Like her sister,
she drank his piss without hesitation.  Sucking out the dregs of his urine
to make sure she got every drop of amber liquid.

   James was amazed in the perverted pleasure of having two young women,
one a little girl, swallow his piss.  This was the shallowest measure of
his perversion, and they had both taken to it as if it were the most
natural thing in the world.  It was then that James noticed they were
pulling into the golden arches, and he gently disengaged Rang from his
dick. He quickly buttoned up his shirt and zipped his pants while Pong and
Rang climbed back up into their seats.  Both girls blouses were stained
with James's excess urine.  Still, everyone, including the driver, went
into the restaurant and ordered enough for a very long trip, even though
James had been promised it would take less than an hour to get there. 
Evenso, James was overjoyed at the pure delight on Rang's angelic face, as
well as Pong's, if truth be told.  This was no doubt a treat for both of
them, and they stocked up.  The driver, who undoubtedly knew Pattaya very
well, then drove a short jaunt to an ATM, where James re-filled his wallet
with Baht while the girls attacked their sandwiches, fries and assorted
drinks with the same fervor they had sucked and fucked James.  The driver
then followed the girls instruction and made another short jaunt to arrive
at a broken down shack not far from the bar strip.  The girls both hopped
out, They ran inside together, holding hands and chattering.  James waited
again in the van, wondering what kind of surprise was forthcoming this
time.

   The only surprise was that there was no surprise.  Both girls came out
with overnight bags and where chattering like schoolgirls when they climbed
back into the van.  They snuggled in with James, sandwiching him between
them, and Pong announced "Let's go!"

   The driver pulled out and said, "Sir, before we go on you might want to
use a toilet.  It's a long drive--"

   "No!" proclaimed Pong.  "No stops now.  We go."

   James looked at Pong, who stared back at him boldly.  "I am your toilet
now," she said softly, only for his ears.

   James stared back, and as if in response, Pong reached into the bag of
road beers, pulled out two and opened them.  She handed him one and took a
long drink out of the other.

   James could have freaked with denial, and would have if he had felt an
iota of doubt at Pong's veracity, but instead he laughed.  "You heard my
lady," he told the driver.  "Drive through.  No stops till we get to the
resort."

   The driver shrugged uncomprehendingly, then put the van in gear and took
off.  They were on their way.

   Pong whispered in James' ear, "Drink.  I am very thirsty, not for beer."
Then she raised her beer to James' mouth and fed it to him.  He actually
was thirsty, and drank full, nearly emptying the can in a single draught.t
He then finished Pong's beer, then opened the other and quickly finished it
as well.  Just as he was ready to tell Pong her drink was ready, he noticed
Rang wriggling and squirming on his opposite side.

   "Is Rang okay?" he asked Pong.

   "She needs to pee," cooed Pong.  "She drank a big drink from McDonalds.
She wanted to pee when we went in our room, but I told her she never use
stinky toilet again.  I told her to save it for you.  You will help her,
yes"

   James felt a blush cover his face.  It was a combination of
embarrassment and desire.  He had never been so open about his perversions
before.

   "Yes," he said softy.  " I want to --- help her."

   Pong smiled and spoke soothingly to Rang.  Rang grinned and anxiously
unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then quickly shimmied them off, being
careful to keep below the back of the seat in front of her.  She still wore
the ill-flitting thong from the club and pulled it aside.  James could see
she was dripping already.

   "Quick!  " demanded Pong.  "She has to go ."

   James awkwardly shifted around down onto the floor of the van while Pong
helped position Rang on the seat and sat looking down at James hovering
between Rang's splayed legs, maneuvering himself so he could get a better
position to mouth her little cunt.  There was plenty of leg room, but it
was still cramped for a full grown man to go crawling onto it.  Rang was
quick to help.  She whispered harshly in Thai as she grabbed him by the
back of his head and pulled his face to her smooth baby cunt.

   As soon as he put his mouth to her pussy, the little girl's urethra
exploded in a deluge of piss.  She may have had a baby cunt, but the force
from the release of her long-held bladder was practically equal to a full
grown woman.  It was only because James was well practiced at piss
drinking, and treasured each precious drop that he was able to keep the
urine from spraying all over the back of the van.  He gulped down the
little girl urine as fast as she could release it, loving her more for
every drop she gifted him with, and finding a whole new level of his sexual
addiction and perverse enjoyment.  He discovered that a little girl's pee
was different from a grown's woman's.  There was a freshness about it.  And
he realized at that moment he had to have more.  He was not in a one-off
experiment any more.  He had expanded his range of sexual playmates to
include precocious little girls and he couldn't go back.

   In point of fact, some of Rang's piss dribbled out the corners of his
mouth, but not much.  He was jealous about letting it escape.  And not
because of the mess it might make.  He loved drinking his lovers' piss.  He
always had been, since his first lover, a sexy full-figured black girl, had
introduced him to the fetish.  It was one of his dark, but delicious
secrets, and one he treasured, despite finding it more than a little
embarrassing when it came to light.  But now, he had even more to be
ashamed of, and to relish.

   Rang sighed happily in relief as she relieved herself.  She was being
ushered into sexual territory she didn't even know existed, but found the
sensation delightful.  James' warm mouth sucking at her urethra made her
shiver and coo.

   When the fountain of piss subsided to a dribble, James was only
beginning his sexual attack.  Piss drinking was hot, nasty and sure fire
foreplay for him, but a prelude only.  And once in, the only way out was
orgasm, either his, hers or theirs.  He was committed now and was not about
to stop pleasuring the little girl, just so long as long as she was
amenable, with as extreme acts as possible for the two of them and with a
soul-shattering cum as the conclusion.

   Speaking of extreme, it was obvious that Rang hadn't cleaned herself
after their fuck, but this nastiness only make his cock more rigid.  He
sucked and probed her tiny pussy, applying his own brand of hygiene to her
genitalia.  He got more of his own cum than he liked (and prayed it was
only his)--he had always found a little of that went a long way--but that
was balanced with the copious flow of girl-child effusion, which he found
intoxicatingly delicious.  Again, it differed from a woman's, sweeter and
fresher and with a special taste all its own.  He also had the advantage of
the effect of the beer he had drank really kicking in.  It gave a nice
horny haze to the whole situation.

   For her part, Rang was very cooperative.  She had had her pussy eaten
before, and knew where she wanted him, He found her little clit shifted to
his tongue and began a suckling, licking, nibbling rhythm that had her
fucking his face and slumping down further into the seat for better
friction and movement.  Now that no one was inhibiting her, she was mewling
and grunting in time to James's pussy eating prowess.  James was enveloped
by her now.  The child's prepubescent scent, taste and the animal heat of
her compelled and drove him to delve deeper into her young cunt with his
tongue.  The smell of the pussy was a little girl smell, despite its recent
treatment, and that drove his mind into a frenzied spiral of lustful
hunger. Without really thinking, he grabbed her legs and shifted her so he
had access to her tiny anus too.  He licked there and found she hadn't
wiped well the last time she shit.  There was some tiny dried fecal
particles still sticking to her asshole and this was food for his perverse
sexual fire.  He dove into that bitter sprinkling of child shit with full
fervor.  This surprised the girl.  She let out a little yelp, and would
have squirmed away if James hadn't held her tight.  This brought Pong's
attention to bear.  Pong asked Rang something, and Rang's surprised voice
answered.  Pong was obviously amazed but did nothing to stop James, only
leaned in and caressed her sister, whispering sweetly with encouragement
and giving sisterly instruction,

   In answer, Rang raised her legs up and curled them to her chest, giving
James even better access to her asshole, and Pong a better view of James
activities.  James fairly frothed at the mouth as he dug his tongue deeper
into the small girl's pliant, but tight asshole.  Rang, now that the
surprise was over, tried to fuck his mouth with her ass.  James sucked at
the tiny aperture, as if to suck out her shit.  She may have felt that was
his intent because she closed her eyes, grunted and pushed until a tiny
round ball of a turd slid right into his mouth.

   The taste was dark and bitter on his tongue, and he loved it.  Surprised
at the sudden gift, but not deterred, James swallowed this fresh shit
without hesitation or chewing, as if it was mana from heaven.  He then
cleaned her asshole of any residue by probing deep and swabbing that little
aperture inside and out.  He then reattached his mouth to her clit.  Rang
squealed with delight and draped her slender legs back over his shoulders,
grabbed James by the hair and fucked his face with a series of violent
hunches that crecendoed in an even louder squeal of orgasm.  She held him
tight to her cunt and ground into his face in sweet prolonged orgasm, then
released him abruptly and collapsed.

   He rose up off the floor and plopped back onto the seat as well.  The
girl lay with her legs still spread, exposing her little soggy pussy and
murmuring softly as she periodially shivered from the aftershocks of her
orgasm.  James and Pong both stroked her and praised her.

   Pong whispered in wonder, "You eat my sister's shit?  I didn't know
people do that for sex."

   James was breathing hard and still very very horny, but managed to gasp,
"People do just about anything for sex if it makes them hot."

   Pong whispered in James ear, "I will eat your shit if you want."

   "I want," answered James,and pulled her to him.  He kissed her deeply,
fully giving himself over to her and his darkest perversions.  He realized
he was now a little girl fucker, something he had always found appalling
before, But he had never met any girls like Pong and Rang before either. 
It seemed sex was the way for them to express themselves, whether it was in
thanks, affection, or in need.  And he found that he was responding
completely in turn.  More, he never admitted he loved scat games before a
relationship had been cemented.  Games, hell.  He found the smell of a
woman's (and only a woman's for some reason) shit arousing, but again only
during sex.  And shit, in and of itself, did not arouse him.  Just the
opposite.  But seeing his lover shit, licking her shitty asshole, sucking
the shit out of her ass while he was eating her, for some unknown reason,
that was all good.

   Again, it had been his first love who had turned him on to this sexual
tangent, and he had only revealed this aspect of his perversion to two
lovers since then, both of whom had been turned off by it, dropped him as a
result, and perpetrated a series of all-too-true rumors about him.  But
Pong didn't seem to be turned off.  In fact, she had just offered to eat
his shit as well.  And this made him all the more hungry for her.  "I've
got to fuck you, " he said hoarsely.

   Pong seemed to enjoy his need.  she took it as a compliment.

   "Of course," she said, and began pulling off her blouse.  She seemed to
realize he wanted her completely naked for their first fuck.  James helped.
He loved the sight of her petite, but womanly body.  Her breasts were ripe
fruit hot his plucking.  Her stomach flat and muscled, as one who spent the
larger part of each working day dancing would.  Together, they wrestled her
out of her jeans.

   He was happy to find her panties sopping wet when he pulled them off,
and sucked at the juice in them.  Seeing what he had done, she responded by
taking them into her mouth and sucking at the panties too, then kissing
him.

   "I taste pussy and shit and cum when I kiss you."

   "Yes?" said James.

   "I like," said Pong, and busied herself with unbuttoning his jeans.

   Before undressing himself, he realized he didn't want to have to wrestle
with the seats.  He reached blindly at the side by the door and found what
he was looking for, a seat-release lever.  He pulled it up and the seat
reclined back so that it fit into the seat behind it, forming a bed.  He
lay Pong down on it and looked at her as he undressed.  She watched him
too, shadowed in the dim light.  She seemed entranced with his nakedness
and actually licked her lips when she saw his penis pop up from the
enclosure of his shorts.  All the while the van kept rolling past shadowed
villages and rice paddies.

   He wanted to eat Pong's pussy, he wanted to fuck her in her mouth.  in
her pussy, in her ass.  He wanted to do everything to her could and all at
once.

   The makeshift bed limited them and he was trying to figure out how to
maneuver himself into the right position when she reached out to him simply
and said.  "Please, James.  Give me your---your horse cock---in my pussy. I
want your cum in me.  Make me cum with your big horse cock.  Please.  "

   It was so simple.  Pong had cut through all the bullshit and
paraphernalia of sexual desire.  He would always hate Gina a bit for that
"horse cock" comment, but Pong was staring at his manhood, begging for it
with her eyes.  She needed this as bad as he did.

   So he climbed between her spread legs and looked into her face as he
slid easily into her, right up to the point where his cock butted against
her cervix.

   "Do it." she said, locking her legs around his.  "Hurt me with your
penis.  Make me cry with your horse cock."

   James thrust full in hard.  He saw Pong's eyes widen, then fill with
tears and saw the tears spill over, then the simple words, "Yes.  More," as
she clutched him to her with both arms and legs.

   He began fucking her, drawing out each stroke for the most sensation
possible, but she interrupted his intent and fucked him back faster,
clawing at his back and hunched at him with unbridled urgency.  She wanted
immediate completion and whimpered as much to him.  "Please, Hard.  Fast.
Now!"

   James acceded, but promised himself a slow grinding fuck the next time
he entered his new lover's body.

   Now there were no words, Only their bodies demanding the ultimate of
lovers' release.  It seemed so natural.  They formed a poem of physical
love and desire.  Together, they drove each other towards faster and harder
thrusts, pounding and grinding.  There was the smack of flesh against
flesh, the squish of cock driving into pussy, and the constant groaning of
two lovers who demanded completion.  Little Rang watched in rapt
fascination at the violence of their coupling, reached out to touch and
fondle them both as they fucked.  Then, suddenly, they both peaked
together, crying and moaning each other's names in a chorus of shared
tears.

   When they looked back, they would realize it was as perfect as a first
mating could be for the likes of them, full sexual animals whose lives and
experience drove them to seek out their shared depravity in each other's
arms and souls.  They both knew they were in love, and that their love was
tied inextricably to their physical need for each other.  As natural as
their orgasm was, so was the intensity.

   And so it was that James looked down to see Pong passed out under him,
her eyes closed, her mouth gulping air, and totally listless.  Then he
rolled off to her side and did the same.  A (Perverse) Family is Born

   What brought James back around was the delicious sensation of having his
cock nursed back to hardness by a sweetly sucking mouth.  At the same time
he tasted the sweetness of a deep probing kiss.

   He was almost ready to speak when he realized that Pong couldn't be both
sucking his dick and kissing him at the same time.  Another time and
another place he would have said something, or he would have pulled back to
identify who was pleasuring him, but here and now he merely groaned his
approval and pleasure.  Only then did he open his eyes and look into the
sweet lovely face of his darling Pong, then down at the equally beautiful
face of her little sister.  He now guessed Rang was older than 5, but no
older than 10, Rang, who was now suckling at his dick like a special treat,
was beamed up at him with a joyful growl and bit into his dick to
accentuate her mischievous intent.

   He listened as Pong whispered instructions to Rang and saw them switch
places.  Than Pong looked into his eyes and said "I want to drink your pee
again,"

   "No problem there," said James, who was surely in need of a piss again,
and just as sure that the hard-on Rang had been nursing was a piss hard-on,
given the workout he had had over the past couple of hours.

   Rang chose this opportunity to start sucking and biting his nipple
again, much as she had found he liked before, and Pong positioned herself
between his legs.  "Give me my drink," she cooed, and took his dick gently
into her mouth, soaking it, but not sucking, waiting.

   "Ah," said James, and relaxed his bladder, feeling his piss begin to
drain, as he carefully, gently, relieved himself into her little inviting
mouth.  His beer diluted piss flowed gently into her little mouth, which
she greedily gulped and swallowed.

   When he had finished, she quickly climbed up to him and kissed him.

   "I like it," she mewled.  "I want you to always piss in me.  I am your
wife, your girlfriend, your toilet.  Okay?"

   "Oh yeah, Okay," said James.  He began smoothing Rang's hair as she
continued to nurse him.

   "Now I need to pee too," she exclaimed.  "You want?" she asked, knowing
the answer without asking, but needing the confirmation for something
inside of her to feel fulfilled.

   "Yes, I want to drink your hot sweet piss, Pong.  Give it all to me."

   Pong fairly melted at hearing James tell her that.  She then rose up
over the still leveled seat and settled her cunt in over his face.  When
she saw the driver looking back.  She winked, then said something in Thai
and the driver laughed.

   "Now?" she asked James.

   "Ready when you are," answered James and glued his mouth to her cunt,
directly over her piss hole.

   Pong pissed.  She didn't make a poem of her piss.  It was a direct
release.  She pissed, hard and harshly down James' open throat.  He guzzled
it like a beer.  Letting it drain directly down into his stomach.

   "Drink it all," she demanded.  "Drink my dirty pee."

   Nasty girl, thought James, and loved her all the more.  And added in his
own mind.  I'll fuck her in the ass for this....several times.

   Just as her piss was direct, so was her relief.  repleat, James felt her
full weight settle back onto his face.  It took him a second to realie what
she was doing.  She was smothering him with her pussy and ass.  This was
new for him and he was surprised to find it aroused him.  It wasn't
dangerous for no other reason than she was so light, but it did let him
know he had fallen in love with a fledgling dominatrix.  He found the
sensations intoxicating.  He felt immersed and enveloped by the scent,
taste and silken feel of Pong's sexual persona.  No fool, he used the
opportunity to tongue fuck her.  Again he got a nasty mixture to cum and
pussy juice that he forbore more than enjoyed, but he made up for it by
getting to bury his face in her squishy quim.  Still, within a minute he
started fighting for air.  When he started to struggle she rose, let hem
catch a breath, then smothered him again.  This time he repositioned her a
bit and glued his mouth to her asshole.  He tongue fucked her ass and she
squirmed in delight.

   She likes this, thought James.  I'm definitely going to fuck her in the
ass, and dug deep into her asshole, as if digging for gold....or in this
case, shit.  He found none and was a little disappointed, but not enough to
dissuade him from his enjoyment.  Her asshole was sweaty but clean, and she
obviously liked having it tongue fucked.  He almost forgot he couldn't
breathe until he really needed to, and he started bucking at he, at which
point Pong rose up again, gave him a couple of seconds to breathe, then
descended again, dropping with full force and ground her cunt over his face
.  James was short of breath, but he went at her pussy again, now
determined to put an end of this little exercise.  Of course the only way
to do this was to make her cum.  He ground into her clit with his teeth and
she proceeded to fuck his mouth even more wildly with her cunt, smearing
him with her juices.  Suddenly, he also felt Rang's mouth leave his nipple
and suddenly reappear at his dick.  She gnawed and sucked at him with
absolutely no finesse at all, which somehow drove him right to the edge. 
This time Pong took him further than before, He was really struggling for
breath when she finally rose off him, only to drop down almost immediately
saying, "Make me cum~!" and face fucked him brutally with her flowing
pussy. He bit at her clit and made her cry out.  At the same time Rang bit
down hard on his cock and he screamed his pain right into the tunnel ruing
Pong's steaming cunt.  That brought her off, which brought him off too, and
which surprised Rang a bit and sent her into a coughing spluttering fit,
but she showed her mettle by immediately re-attacking his dick and draining
it without remorse even after he had completely emptied his balls into her
mouth.  Happy and exhausted, Pong fell forward so her ass was still in
James face and she was facing Rang across the space of James' cock.  Seeing
her older sister looking satiated and content Rang softened her
ministrations and cooed softly.  She fell to sleep, nursing at his now soft
cock.  James let himself fall into sleep, covered and cuddled by the girls
he loved.

   What James had not known was that the driver had pulled off the road
during the last foray between him and he girls.  He had done this to keep
from wrecking the van.  He would have wrecked the van because he couldn't
jack off and drive at the same time.  You see, while Pong had been face
fucking James, she had been putting on a show for the driver, pinching her
nipples, writhing and staring at the driver blatantly in the rearview
mirror, openly displaying her sexuality, and pantomiming a jacking off
motion with her left hand until he broke down and joined in the virtual
orgy, fucking his hand with his hard cock until and fucking her in his
mind. He had sprayed too when she and James and cum.  He was napping as
well.

   After a time, James roused himself and sat up.  It was only then he
realized they had stopped.  He saw the driver awake too, wiping cum off the
front steering wheel and he put two and two together.  The driver looked
back and said gratefully, "Thank you, sir.  I hope you don't mind.  If your
girlfriend is free sometime during our stay I would like to......."

   Pong cut him off abruptly.  She shouted and culled the driver into
speechlessness.  She looked at James with fire in her eyes and an anger
that dressed her better than any clothes.  this was the first time he had
actually seen her angry and took careful note of it.

   "I don't fuck him, James." she declared.  "I let him see, but I don't
fuck him.  I don't like to fuck like that."

   "Yes, Pong.  I agree." said James carefully, then to the driver. 
"My-um- my fiancee was only playing, trying to get you to have fun.  She
didn't mean she wanted to fuck you.  Sorry for any misunderstanding."

   "Oh--sorry, sir.  I just thought--"

   Pong shut him up with a cold, cruel stare.  Then curled up in James arms
and pouted.

   "Don't worry, baby," said James.  "He didn't know."

   Pong whispered.  "I only fuck if you want me to," she said.  "Do you
want me to fuck him?"

   "No," said James, meaning it.  "From now on, you're my girl to fuck. 
Only mine."

   "Yes," prodded Pong.  This was exactly what she wanted to hear.  "That's
why I drink your....piss.  I give you my baby sister.  Only you."

   Then she paused, "You love me, James?" she asked.

   "I love every part of you, " said James without hesitation.  "You are
mine."

   "For always?" asked Pong.

   "For always."

   "I love you, " chimed Rang.

   Pong laughed.  "Her first English." she said.

   James reached out for the naked little girl who joined Pang and him in a
perverse family hug.

   "Sir," interrupted the driver, his penis now back in his pants and
decorum somewhat restored.  "We are near the resort.  Perhaps you should
dress."

   James laughed.  Their nakedness had slipped his mind.

   "Yes, sure." he said, then turned to his girls, who were already
gathering up their clothes.

   They all quickly got dressed and put the van back to rights, but not
before Pong had another talk with the driver.  The driver seemed properly
chastised after it was all said and done.  Then Pong turned to him and
said, "I told him no talk about this ride.  If he talk he gets fired, I
tell my gangster friends and he will lose more than his job."

   "You have gangster friends?" asked James.

   "Sure.  You too.  Your girlfriend, my Momma-san."

   "Gina was never my girlfriend," said James.

   "Boyfriend, then."

   "No!" emphasized James.

   "Then how she know your horse cock, and you like drink pee, and...."

   "Gina....used to be a guy."

   "I know.  " Pong said.  "Everybody knows."

   "Anyway, I used to hang with him, his--um, her-- husband and my friends
I'll be meeting at the resort.  We worked together, hung out together.  We
didn't fuck each other.....well,except for Gina and Gino...but that was a
weird situation and I was never involved......  much."

   Pong just looked at him quizzically.

   "But I don't think they're gangsters.

   "Oh yes."

   "But Gino's a lawyer."

   "Same thing," said Pong.

   James looked at her and broke into a grin.  "Point taken.  I guess so."
he said.  "By the way, how would you like to be lawyer.  You've got the
mind for it."

   "I'd rather be a Mama-san," said Pong.  "More honest."

   "Just so," agreed James, and left it at that.....

   And so it was, that at a little past to in the morning, the van pulled
into the parking lot at the Sunset Resort.

   The Sunset Resort Rang had gone to sleep in James' arms and he carried
her as they were ushered into the main lodge of the resort.  They signed in
by a smiling middle-aged Thai lady, were given a key, and shown to their
room by flashlight.  inside, the lady said, "Your driver will bring your
bags.  Your friends are being entertained in the bar.  Please feel free to
join them."

   James smiled in return, and tried tip to the woman.  She refused, saying
she was the owner and would talk to them tomorrow.

   In the room, James lay his little love down on the king sized bed.  They
waited for the driver to arrive with their bags.  When he did, the driver
accepted a tip with no reluctance and quickly scuttled off.

   "I'm off to the bar.  Would you like to join me?" James asked Pong.

   "Of course," she answered, curling in next to him.  "First, we need to
undress Rang for bed."

   James looked into the eyes of his love.  "May I?" he asked.

   Pong smiled.

   "It is your duty," she said.  "You are now her father.  You need to care
for her.  You need to fuck her, feed her, keep her happy and make her safe.
She is yours."

   This sobered James, his new family arrangement taking hold.

   "Of course," he said seriously, but then smiled and said.  "But I still
get to enjoy doing it, don't I?"

   Pong bubbled with laughter and kissed him.  This was a lover's kiss. 
Not chaste, by any means, but not driving for a fuck either.  It was joyful
and loving, but tinged heavily with the physical intimacy that bound them.

   James quickly set about undressing little Rang.  He stripped off her
blouse and gently kissed her nipples when he did.  He pulled down her pants
and underwear at the same time, exposing her child's slit,which he also
kissed and sucked at.  She spread her legs in response, giving him access
even in her sleep.

   "Does she have any other underwear?" asked James, thinking to observe a
bit of standard decency.

   "No,"answered Pong.  "Keep her naked.  She and I and you will all sleep
together naked.  Okay?"

   "Of course," said James, picking up on Pong's phrasing.  He then leaned
down and kissed Rang on the forehead, then on the lips, tenderly and
gently.

   Rang stirred slightly.  "I love you, " she murmured in her sleep.

   "I love you too," said James, meaning it completely.

   Pong, who had hovered at James' side throughout, leaned down and kissed
Rang as well, mimicking James, and spoke softly in Thai.  Rang nodded her
head in response and smiled, then curled up in a little ball and slept the
sleep of the innocent.

   Pong kissed James on the cheek and told him "I tell her we go out but
when we come in you will fuck her and let her drink all your piss.  I think
she likes that too."

   James looked at her with unabashed admiration.

   "Are you for real?" he asked, still not sure this could all be true.

   "Oh, very real," she answered.  "We are a family now.  New and strange,
but family.  We will all fuck very much, but only each other," she added
firmly.

   "Of course," chuckled James,praying that this would be the case.

   Then he and Pong left Rang to sleep.  They locked the room on the way
out and headed back the way they had came, and on to the resort bar.

   What they found wasn't a bar, so much as a disco.  It was tucked back
away from the main lodge and was impressively spacious, enough to house a
bar, a dance club, a massage parlour and a private club where either
parties could be held or specialized activities could take place.  It was
meant to cater exclusively to the visitors at the resort and in a sense,
was meant to bring the high range of Pattaya's entertainment to the resort.


   As they approached, James saw a familiar figure sitting on the veranda.
It was his friend Girard, along with a stately looking Thai girl.

   "Yo!  Girard," he called.

   "Hey, mate," answered his beefy Australian friend, who looked more like
a rugby player than a wake board aficionado, which he was.  "I was
wondering if you were going to light on a companion for the holiday."

   James and Pong moved up onto the porch and sat together on an open swing
beside Girard.

   "I sure have, and much more than that," said James.  "Girard, this is
Pong.  Pong, Girard."

   "You're a pretty little miss," intoned Girard.  "Right to my man,
James', tastes.  Sweet, friendly and cute as a kitten."

   "How about you Girard?  what's up?"

   "Oh, I've been chatting up Lil here.  She says she and her friend would
be more than happy to join us for our holiday.  We're waiting for her now."

   "You like two girls?" asked Pong.

   "At least," responded James before Girard had a chance to speak. 
"Girard is famous for his ability to entertain several ladies for days on
end."

   Girard scowled a friendly scowl and said, "Entertaining is not to be
confused with sexual activity, Miss Pong.  That's James' forte.  I just
like to have several lovelies about to glom and fondle at comfortable
intervals.  It's James that loses sleep when he has company, not me."

   Pong leaned to James ear and said in a whisper, "You have two girls."

   James smiled and patted Pong's lovely round ass, "And I don't see myself
getting much sleep for a while either." He smiled.

   Pong giggled.  "Me too," she said.

   "Any idea where Bradly landed?" James asked Girard.

   "He's in the VIP section of the bar.  An upscale titty bar for the
resort's clientele.  That's more his style, very cosmopolitan our boy Brad
is."

   Both men smiled.  About that time another girl came over, she was tall,
had a model's figure and a slightly less-than-beautiful face.  She, like
her friend, Lil, wore a long close fitting oriental styled dress with a
slit up the side that revealed the full length of her shapely leg and
accentuated the curve of her ass and her ample bosom.  She also wore high
heels and smelled heavily of makeup and perfume.  James thought that this
girl's face looked more masculine than Gina's did, but kept his thought to
himself.  She was obviously to Girard's taste, and that was good enough for
him.

   Girard stood up, standing 6'4" in his open toed sandals, he looked well
matched with his two tall, high-cheekboned and slant-eyed bookends who
curled in close to him.  He wrapped one arm each around their respective
waists, thereby laying claim for his own.  They, in turn, placed their
hands on each side of his expansive chest and did their best to make full
body contact with him.  "And this, I'm told, it Kit.  They live together,
fancy that?" he grinned a lecher's grin.  "Now, shall we find Bradley?"

   "Sounds good to me," said James, giving Pong an extra squeeze, who
melded even closer into him, if that was possible.

   Brad was easy to find.  They slipped through the public pub portion of
the bar and spotted him as soon as they stepped through the door marked
"Private" and into the darkness of the separate bar.

   Bradly was on the stage.  It was a bar turned into a sort of model
runway.  On it were two girls and Brad.  All three were totally naked. 
Brad was lying prone on his back.  One girl was squatting over Brad's face
while he ate out her pussy and another was curled between his legs with her
round oiled ass sticking up in the air while she made a writhing show of
sucking his cock.  Brad was in the middle and doing his best to coordinate
fucking into the one girl's face while lapping and sucking at the other's
pussy.  The audience was howling in laughter, and the girls were wriggling
madly as Bradly went about his pleasure.  He was obviously an adept at
public sex.  In truth, Bradley had never been reluctant to display his
accumulated sexual skills, in private or in public surroundings.

   James, Pong, Girard, and Girard's two dates wormed through the crowd to
get next to the performing trio.

   "Is this your friend?" asked Pong, with a glint in her eye.

   James made a mental note never to leave Pong and Brad alone together. 
It was Girard who answered.  "Yes.  This is our business partner and
confidante.  He is also the least shy of us.  Or any man I've ever met."

   Girard patted Brad on the his exposed shoulder and asked, "How did you
manage to enter this menage-a-troi, Brad lad?"

   Brad turned his sticky pussy juice slickened face to his friends and
grinned, "Just trying to add to the performance.  It was getting too boring
and predictable.  And besides, nobody's complained yet." He gave a short
chuckle.

   "And now, if you will excuse me...." he said as the girl hovering over
him reached to his face and gently guided his mouth back between her
thighs. From their position, James and company could see clearly as he
began lapping at her clit, then as he begin sucking it and as she responded
by grinding her cunt into his mouth.

   Pong reached between James' legs and began rubbing his dick through his
shorts as they watched the show on stage.  In turn he unsnapped her jeans
and dug his hand into her panties.  He was delighted to find his dick once
again rising to the challenge and that her pussy was soaking wet yet again.
He slid his fingers into the folds of her pussy and began gently rubbing
her clit.

   Pong closed her eyes and moaned, then leaned over and whispered into
James's ear.  "I want to help.  Is okay?"

   James turned and found himself looking into a set of hungry eyes, so
lustful as to be animalistic.  He felt a slight thrill of fear, and chasing
close behind, disappointment.  He was quick to chastise himself for
forgetting the girl was a whore.  He felt stupid for entertaining the silly
notion that he could settle down with her.  He tried to keep a careless
grin on his face and gave her an affirmative nod.  He then watched her
climb up on the stage, using him for support.

   But then, disappointment quickly turned to horned prideful surprise when
he saw Pong stand directly in front of him and slowly take off her clothes
to even greater applause and howls from the crowd, but she was plainly
putting on a little show just for him.  She then did a little pirouette to
show him how much more he was getting than could be revealed in her modest
outfit.  She had the firm, trim body of a young girl.  Round and female,
mind you, but more girlish than womanish.  He knew her now, they were now
intimates, but she inflamed him in ways he had never known before, and this
was one more example of what had driven him to commit his soul to her and
her little whore sister.

   He watched as she handed her clothes to him, then bend down to him, her
little titties dangling, and felt and tasted her sweet liquid mouth as she
added a deep kiss for measure.  He was mesmerized as she stood up naked and
proud before him with her little tits standing up at attention and the
hairless slit of her tiny glistening cunt open to him.

   Then she announced something in Thai directly to him then followed in
English "I do this for you, my love.  I hope you like."

   She then knelt behind the girl servicing Brad, spread her asscheeks wide
and began eating out her ass.  The girl jerked in surprise but calmed
immediately when Pong raised her face from between the cheeks of her ass
and spoke softly in Thai.  Pong then quickly turned her attention back to
the girl's asshole, and added to the stimulation by sliding one finger,
then two, then three and then four fingers into the girl's pussy.  Pong's
attention inspired the girl to greater enthusiasm and both she and Brad
groaned their approval.

   To James, Brad was suddenly forgotten as he watched his girl dig her
tongue deep into the other girl's anus and then gasped as she curled her
hand into a tiny fist and begin to fist-fuck the girl's pussy in time with
her tongue fucking.  He then watched as Pong twisted around so her own ass
was presented to him.  She turned her head so she was looking at James. 
"You like?" she asked him, wiggling her ass for effect.

   James nodded in ascent, he was less than a meter away and his eyes glued
to the tiny pucker of Pong's asshole and the drooling pussy it rode above.
His mouth watered and his balls tightened.  He felt his body heat up with
lust and a kind of strange tenderness reach out for this odd, but
delightful girl.

   "You want?" she added with a wriggle.

   James nodded again.

   Pong Smiled, showing small pointed teeth.  "Fuck me," she announced so
all could hear.  "Fuck me now.  I want your--" she paused--your horse cock
up me ."

   James was frozen, knowing this for almost a direct quote from his
conversation with Gina.  He was nonplussed because he didn't feel ready, or
drunk enough, to have sex in front of a crowd .  Then he heard a heavy deep
Australian voice from the back.  "Go for it mate.  The door's locked and no
one enters or leaves until this show's over."

   James looked back to see a big man in shorts and an armless tee shirt.
"Owner," the man said pointing his thumb at his own chest.  "Go for it." he
repeated.  "It's your girlfriend's idea.  Almost like a proposal, it seems
to me.  Ream her ass for the crowd and there's free drinks for the whole
lot of your company."

   Suddenly James felt Girard pushing him onto the stage.  Girard's two
girl's were helping him.  "Go on, James.  Introduce yourself properly to
your lover and get us all free drinks for the evening.  It's not like it's
anything you wouldn't be doing before the night was through, anyway."

   James suddenly found himself pushed up on stage, staring down at the
beautiful sight of Pong's upturned buttocks.  He had always known Brad was
an exhibitionist, but never felt like it was something he wanted to do. 
Still, Pong's little ass was waving invitingly and he would be earning
drinks for all of them.  He also realized that It wasn't the crowd that was
driving him to this perversity.  It was the fact that the crowd no longer
mattered.

   And his dick was certainly not shy.  Looking into Pong's sweet sex, he
wanted to dive into her pussy face first and drown in the juices she gifted
him with.  Suddenly, as his dick hardened even more, the crowd receded from
his consciousness.  So did Brad, Girard and the rest of the world.  There
was only Pong.  Her tongue buried in another girl's ass and his desire for
her.

   Then the owners deep voice intruded into his haze.  "Strip on down,"
instructed the owned.  "What's fair for your goose is right for the
gander."

   Almost in a dream, James followed Pong's example.  He shucked his
slippers and stripped off his short sleeved shirt, shorts and boxers, until
he was the fifth naked person on the stage.  He handed the clothes to one
of Girard's girls, then forgot about them.  Luckily his years as an avid
swimmer served him well and he looked like the well-conditioned seasoned
sportsman he was, and there were more than a few lingering glances at the
size of his rigid cock and the scars he had earned in his various hobbies
of rock climbing, hang gliding and roller blading over the years.

   He also felt a little proud that his 8 inch cock had no stage fright. 
It stood straight, ready and rigid for whatever might come despite being so
well used over the course of this extended evening.

   The crowd receded once again as his focus narrowed down to Pong's sweet
ass.  He knelt behind her and kissed the dimple of her asshole lightly,
tasting her sweat skimmed skin, tinged lightly with the taste of shit.  He
then leaned back, pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the broad head of his
cock down the crack of her ass, then across the small rosebud of her anus.
She shuddered at the contact and thrust her compact, but beautifully
rounded butt back at him.

   Not yet ready for that ultimate penetration, James dragged his cock down
to the entrance of Pong's little pussy.  He used the head of his cock to
split the lips of her slickened cunt and probed lightly into her inner
moistness.

   Pong pushed back, trying to lodge his dick fully into her.  No stranger
to her tight little cunt now, James happily obliged her plunging into her
cunt, and yet once again felt the inaudible pop as he wedged his dick into
her fertile little womb.  Pong grew even wetter as he entered her, despite
the pained gasp she gave."

   "So big," she groaned.  Her pussy gripped him and he had to use real
pressure to fuck her, pushing in and out of her shallow cunt and again and
again past her cervix and into her womb.  He didn't hesitate to once again
rape that tiny orifice within an orifice.  The sensations stirring through
his cock and into the rest of his body sent thrill after thrill through
him. He felt himself drowning in sensation, something he had not enjoyed
since those early days when he was just discovering the joys of romance and
fucking.

   Pong seemed to be lost in the same shrill trance of lust and pleasure.
She wracked her cunt back at him as she laved and sucked at the asshole
before her.

   As James and Pong's rhythms aligned, and they found each others fucking
tempo, the crowd began getting more involved.  Several bar girls were doing
lap dances for their customers, some customers had managed to start
fingering their hostesses cunts and sucking at their tits.  Girard had both
his ladies breasts' exposed and was suckling both in turn like a baby
seeking milk.

   A mass orgy was developing, centered and emanating from the stage where
a surreal intimate mating of souls and bodies was taking place.

   As their fervor grew, James felt Pong's cunt spasm around his cock,
first expanding, then clutching him almost painfully tight.  He leaned over
her and reached for and found her little tits.  He pinched her nipples and
found her wriggling more aggressively against him as a result.

   After a moment of her growing agitation, he leaned back upright and
started to fuck her cunt both harder and faster.  As he did, he sat back on
his knees and stared down at her pinpoint of an asshole, wanting to taste
it, but unable to accomplish that from this position and unwilling to
forfeit the delicious sensations he was emmeshed in while trapped in her
pussy.  Still, he watched in a trance, as her anus opened and tightened
with the same rhythm as the spasms in her pussy clutched, then released his
pistoning cock.  He reached down and rubbed her anal rosebud with his thumb
then planted the tip of it into her anus.  This excited her even more. 
Suddenly she lurched up against him, leaving the other girl's asshole and
cunt unattended.

   "Cum in me," she demanded.  "I want to feel your fire burn me inside. 
Then fuck me like Momma said you would." Then she twisted around halfway
and demanded "Kiss me," which he was more than happy to oblige.  She kissed
him hard, sucking at his tongue, then biting his lip hard.

   The bite hurt but James was lost in the moment and the pain intensified
his pleasure.  They kissed deeply again and James was very much aware of
the slightly acrid taste from Pong's mouth.

   "You like the taste of her asshole?" she queried, a queer light in her
eyes.

   "Yes!" answered James, all inhibitions gone.

   "You want to taste my shit?" she said with eyes ablaze.

   "Yes!" answered James.  "Your shit and piss and cum and spit. 
Everything."

   "Me too," smiled Pong in an odd tone of triumph.

   Then she went back to all fours and began slapping her ass back hard
against his groin.

   James then watched as Pong continued to ignore the girl in front of her,
despite the girl's gyrations to get her attention.  Instead, Pong lowered
her arms and rested her head atop them.  Then she began a mewling groan
that grew and grew until she screamed out her orgasm.

   James followed quickly.  He issued a groan of his own as Pong came with
another clutching spasm of her tiny pussy.  As he felt his cum begin to
pump through the length of his cock, that groan turned into a growl.  As
his growl grew to a crescendo, and his sperm gushed into her pussy, he
grabbed Pong by her waist and began ramming his steely cock even harder and
faster into the jellied silken constriction of her pussy.  As Pong's orgasm
subsided, she quickly became a rag doll and James used her lax body to
complete his own spasming cum.  He slammed his cock with trip hammer speed,
feeling the last of his cum jetting deep into her.  Then he froze in place,
deep inside her with a growling inarticulate declaration of lust fulfilled.
Buried inside her cunt, he felt the last drops of his sperm empty into her
inviting womb, and he felt her cunt milk him for each and every drop of his
sperm.

   It was only then, as his orgasm trailed off into dreamlike languor, that
he once again became aware of the crowd around the stage.  He saw that the
other three participants had stopped short in their reverie, like a dance
hall when a professional couple takes the spotlight with their presence and
energy.

   The owner of the bar called out in a booming voice, "Hey mate, the deal
called for a screaming reaming.  If I just wanted a plain public pussy
fuck, I could have had one for free.  Your girlfriend asked for a cock up
her arse.  Either deliver or forfeit the free drinks."

   The crowd roared encouragement and James looked to Pong to see her
reaction.  From her position, with her sweet little ass up in the air and
her head resting on her arms once again in her own luxurious languor, and
seemingly oblivious to the crowd around them, Pong smiled at him dreamily
and nodded yes, then said to him, "Do anything you want to me."

   James' cock, still soaking in Pong's cum filled vagina, jerked back to
full hardness.  He had never been able to fuck so many times in the course
of a day, but then he felt her body tremble slightly at the sudden flex of
his cock inside her, then relax again.  He was suddenly recharged and
wanted--no, needed--to fuck her again.  He had never had a girl tell him to
use her like that before, and he found it a startling aphrodisiac.

   He withdrew his cock and felt the cool air-conditioned air hit it.  The
sensation was in sharp contrast to the hot steamy tightness of Pong's body
and the sudden change of temperature sent a shiver down his nude sweating
form.

   He scooted back a bit and bent over Pong.  He began to gently stroke her
back, ass and legs, and felt her respond with a delicious quiver.  He
traced little designs with his fingers over her body, tickling her asshole,
and fluttering them lightly over her pussy lips and clit.  She slowly began
to respond to him, her body once again coming back to life and pressing to
his wandering hands.

   He then slowly lowered his face to her ass and slid his tongue from the
base of her spine down the crack of her ass to the center of her asshole
and back again.  He repeated this action several times until she was slick
with his spit.  He then isolated her slightly open asshole and laved her
anus with his tongue, licking, kissing and sucking at her asshole as if it
were a tiny mouth.  He marked the inside of her asscheeks with little love
bites.  She mewled sweetly and rolled her ass in a way that left her
asshole even more accessible to his explorations.  His oral attack
continued then for several minutes.  In the process, he used his saliva to
moisten her and began progressively worming his tongue deeper into her anal
center.  She cooed at the intrusion and thrust her small round ass back to
him in a fucking motion.  Finally, he focused his full attention directly
on her anus and penetrated her asshole with the full length of his tongue,
tasting her flesh, sweat and the residual juices from their fucking that
had made their way to that location.  He probed as deep as his tongue could
reach.  In her depths, there was the faint taste of shit, which had not
been there before when he had eaten out her asshole in the van.  It was
earthy and oddly delicious in the trance of his sexual fixation.  He
groaned at the recognition and began jacking himself off with one hand as
he continued to tongue fuck her.  He reached up with his free hand to
continue his erotic massage.  He toyed with her tits, pinching her nipples
hard and twisting them brutally.  He kneaded her back and lightly scratched
the length of her reachable body.  For her part, Pong reached between her
legs and began frigging her dripping pussy while he ate her ass.  James'
cum was leaking out of her as she did so, and she used the copious
lubrication to penetrate herself with her fingers.

   Unknown to James and Pong, the bar was now in the midst of an orgy. 
Fondling had become fucking, and more than a few patrons were trying to
emulate James' success with Pong, to widely varying degrees of success.

   Girard was as happy as could be.  One of his girls', Lil, was jacking
him off into his other girl's mouth, even as she leaned over and was now
sucking at his now exposed nipples.

   James was a little surprised to see Brad suddenly loom up in front of
Pong in an effort to get her to add him to their private show, but was very
gratified to see her push him away.  "Only him," she nodded back at James.
"My James.  Only him."

   Seeing her loyalty to him assert itself made James swell with pride, in
both a literal and figurative sense.

   He used this opportunity to lean back again on his knees, adding little
love bites to the cheeks of Pong's ass as he did.

   "Are you ready, love?" he asked.  "Can you take me in your asshole?"

   Pong raised up, face to the crowd and eyed him with a fierceness he
quickly understood to be the key to Pong's psyche and her sexuality.  "I
want it.  Fuck me deep.  Fuck my shit."

   James' dick became a steel rod at this encouragement and he rose up
behind her to get the best angle he could to enter into the darkest orifice
of her small body.  He dragged the reddened head of his dick over her
asshole several times, letting her get used the sensation.  He also dipped
his cock back into her cunt and got as much of their mixed natural
lubricant on it as he could.  Then he pointed his thick cock at the eye of
his new love's asshole and pressed into her.

   Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt her asshole open to him.  With just the
tip of his dick wedged inside her anus, he saw her bite into her own arm
and groan at the discomfort.  He halted, waiting for her to respond.  She
raised her face.  Tears were starting to flow.

   "I want it," she whined.  "But you are so big for me.  Be careful."

   James closed his eyes a second, wanting to drill his dick into her deep
and hard, but wanting even more for them to both enjoy their first anal
fuck.

   "No worries, Pong love.  We will take it slow.  Relax, let me know when
you can take more."

   Without hesitation Pong answered, "I want more, now.  I tell you if it
hurts too much."

   James marveled at his little lover, then pressed inward.  There was an
audible pop as her anal ring gave way and her asshole suddenly seemed to
swallow half of his dick.  As soon as that happened, he paused again.  This
time Pong said nothing.  She didn't move or speak.  She didn't even seem to
be breathing.

   "You okay, baby?" asked James.

   "ruing----gnnnh!" Pong muttered.  "Oh---oh, so full." she said.  Then
turning her head with tears steaming and a strained look on her delicate
features.  "Are you all inside me?"

   "Not yet," said James.  "But more than half."

   Pong gritted her teeth and said.  "More.  All!  give me all of it."

   Suddenly the owner of the bar boomed once again, "Seems you need a
little lubricant there, mate.  Let's see if we can help."

   Suddenly two girls came out onto the stage carrying large pitchers of a
clear liquid and stood over James and Pong.

   "Do it!" ordered the owner and the two girls poured warm scented oil of
some kind over the two lovers, covering their entire bodies in a shiny
film. The oil was tinged with the scent of jasmine.  It also caused them to
glow oddly in the spotlights that were now trained upon them.

   In a moment both Pong and James were slick, slippery and shining.

   "Now fuck her mate!  Fuck her and take us all home!"

   With that he pulled out his own cock and started jacking off for all to
see.  In a second one of his bar girls was on her knees and letting him
fuck her in her mouth and down her throat.

   James shook his head to get his oil plastered hair out of his face and
realized that the oil had provided the added lubrication they needed to
proceed with their first anal fuck.

   James lurched the length of his cock into her.  Her asshole was tight,
even tighter than her cunt, and more tubular in form.  He felt totally
encased in her hot pulsating flesh.

   He felt as if a fever had taken him and the only release was to fuck her
tight little ass.  He could feel the mushy shit from her bowels enmesh the
head of his dick and he thanked God he had already cum five times that day
or he would have cum in her asshole immediately.  In stead, he bludgeoned
her asshole without mercy.

   "You okay?" he gasped as he pounded into her.

   "Okay," she said, half moan/half growl, but without turning.  "Okay.  Do
I have all of you?"

   "Yes, all of me, darling.  My dick is buried in your shit.  I feel it."

   "Yes!" exclaimed Pong, now lurching up to all fours and turning her
head. Her face was flushed deep red and her eyes were on fire.  A vein
pulsed on her forehead.  If James had known it, he mirrored her.  And if
they had been able to see the crowd gathered round, they would have been
amazed as the sudden paralysis that had caught their audience, despite most
of them being in the middle of their own fuckfest.  Everyone was waiting to
see what would happen next.

   He looked at Pong, and saw her long black hair now trailing down in
strings over her face and plastered tightly to her back.  She called to him
in a clear demanding voice, "Fuck my shit place, James.  Fuck me with your
horse cock."

   As if on queue, the crowd began a "fuck her ass" chant.

   James now felt her shit squish around the head of his dick and her tight
anal tube squeeze him well past the point of pain.  But he liked that.  And
evidently so did she because she began fucking her asshole back to him
faster, demanding more.

   She was grunting and so was he.  His stomach was smacking against her
ass and he felt his balls brush against her fingers as she thrust them into
her cunt.

   "I can feel you!" she cried, her voice mottled with pain and lust.  "I
can feel you through my pussy.  "

   "I feel you too," gasped James, realizing that he was indeed being
probed at through the thin wall between her ass and vagina.

   He let most of his control go then.  He let the sensations of the nasty
shithole fuck take over completely.  He slapped her ass hard with an open
hand and heard her squeal.  At the same time she fucked back at him even
harder.

   "I--I---I--CUMMMM!" she cried.

   James wasn't able to articulate his own orgasm.  He could only growl and
moan like a wild animal as he released his cum into the mess of shit juice
his dick was embedded in.  There was pain in both their screams, and an
ultimate release of animal desires.  They froze together for an eternity to
them, a bare moment for their audience, then collapsed together.

   And as the rush of Pong's and his orgasm faded into the dark reality of
what they were doing, James's mind cleared and he thought, of all the
outrageous shit I've ever done, this has to be the strangest.  most insane
thing I've ever gotten myself into.

   This was the thought James Norton kept repeating to himself as he leaned
over his panting lover with his dick still firmly wedged up inside her
tight asshole.  He and Pong were both gasping, exhausted, dripping with
sweat from the hot lights and the oil they had had poured on them earlier.

   Unlike his friend Brad, for whom public sex was a habitual turn-on, and
also for whom this was possibly the only time he had ever been upstaged,
James' first thought was to get off stage as quickly as he could.

   But the bar owner had just maneuvered his way through the crowd and
climbed onto the stage.  He was 50ish, but very robust and healthy looking.
James couldn't help but wonder why he needed bouncers.

   As if to emphasize the point, the owner spoke up with his booming
gravel-voice.  "Okay friends.  Peckers back in the pants.  The show's over.
I need to unlock the doors."

   Everyone complied quickly, even James' partner Girard, who usually
ignored authority unless it was his own.  The bar owner hopped off the
stage and headed towards the door.

   Pong looked back over her shoulder at James and smiled.  Gone was the
sex mad hungry look from their perverse mating.  Her face was now one of a
young innocent.  If not for her recent actions, her public nakedness, and
the now softening dick in her ass, James would presume she was a virgin
schoolgirl.

   She soon proved how false that image was.  James carefully withdrew his
dick from her asshole.  As he did she squeezed him out as if he was a turd
with a satisfied anal grunt.  separated, they both shuddered from the loss
of connection, James then stood up and Pong turned and sat back with her
abused ass tenderly sitting on the back of her legs.  But then her gaze
shifted and glued to his shit speckled cock.  James followed her gaze and
saw what she was staring at.

   "Give me," she said softly.  "Let me clean you with my mouth."

   "I need to pee," he told her.

   "Good," she said softly.  "I need a hot drink."

   Pong looked up from his cock then opened her mouth for him.  Without any
hesitation James took his dick in hand and aimed it at her.  He really did
need to pee badly.  He released his bladder and piss exploded from his
cock. A powerful clear stream of beer diluted urine arced across the short
distance between them and splashed first onto pong's small pert breasts.

   "Oh!" she exclaimed at first contact.  Her voice quickly went silent as
James aimed the stream up to her pretty face and into her expectant mouth.
James thought how beautiful Pong looked drinking his piss.  He was suddenly
grateful that his friend and her Mama-san had briefed her on his
predilections.  Pong had seemed to know what came next and was more than
willing to go with it.

   For the crowd, this addendum to their performance appeared planned and
well-rehearsed, like a piece of erotic performance art.  Physically it was
actually beautiful.  Conceptually, it was extraordinarily perverted.  For
the owner it was more than he expected.  He turned back to the stage just
as he had opened the bar door.  He and the first two new customers froze in
place as they saw Pong and James on stage framed in a blue spotlight with
James' steady stream of piss spraying directly into the mouth of a small
beautiful Thai girl.

   "Gods!" exclaimed the owner who promptly shut the door again in the face
of the next customer.  "Now this is my kind of bar," announced the first
new patron.  "Yeah!" echoed the second.

   On stage Pong gulped down what she could of James urine, and the
overflow ran out of her mouth and cascaded down her cheeks, then down her
tiny tits, down her stomach and finally pooled onto the stage in the crease
between her clasped together thighs.  After a minute James' piss stream
began to lessen and he moved closer to Pong.  Moving in, he straddled her
leg and leaned forward, pelvis first, until his cock was right in front of
her mouth.  He then watched as she readily engulfed his shit streaked cock
in her mouth and finished off the dwindling pee by sucking out the very
last drop, which sent a chilling shudder through James.  Pong's sweet mouth
felt warm and wet as she suckled him and washed him with her tongue and
saliva.  It was an aftershock of paradise, and something totally new to
him, but something he wanted to revisit many more times.

   When she released him all evidence of fecal matter had been rinsed away.
James helped her up and kissed her most sweetly.

   This is good, he thought.  She tasted nasty and sweet.  He embraced her
and she molded her small form to his and sucked at his tongue just as she
had his dick a moment before.  James' dick stirred slightly, but his
drinking, and all the fucking and sucking they had done had finally taken
their toll.  The threat remained a threat only.  Instead he found a flood
of tenderness and affection welling inside him.

   "Will you marry me?" he asked.

   "Of course," she answered and kissed him again.

   James allowed Pong and himself to be led offstage by the same two girls
who had poured the oil onto them earlier.  As they left, he experienced
something he had only ever heard of, usually from Brad's drug induced
dreams.

   He and Pong were getting a standing ovation.  Applause was being led by
his buddy, Girard who happily cheered "Bravo!  Bravo!"

   Pong gazed at him as they climbed back into their clothes with unabashed
adoration.  "We fucked good."

   James asked, "You ever fuck in front of people before?"

   Pong smiled shyly.  "Some," she answered.  "Two times before, men want
blowjobs in the bar where people could see."

   "Ahh, yes," said James softly, again remembering he had just proposed to
a whore.

   "How about on stage?"

   "No, first time.  I did it for you to see me," said Pong.  "You?"

   "First time for me too," laughed James.  "Last time too, I think."

   "Then last time for me too," said Pong.  "You fuck very good.  I like
your horse cock."

   James laughed.  "Will I ever outlive Gina's description."

   "No," said Pong.  "Your horse cock is now my horse cock.  For my pussy,
me and my mouth.  Okay?" she looked up at him beseechingly.

   "Your really want that?" he asked.

   Pong nodded yes.

   "You won't get a passport out of this," James warned.  "No big home in
America.  I won't be leaving Asia.  This is my home."

   "My home too," said Pong with a sweet pursed pout to her lips.  "I need
a good husband, not a passport."

   James was impressed.  Either she was lying very well, or he had really
screwed his way into a prize.  "Don't fuck this up," he remembered Gina's
words.

   I'll do my best, he promised himself.  The bar was returning to normal.
As normal as an upscale pussy bar could be, anyway.  Bradley had also
gotten dressed, wearing speedos that openly displayed the package of his
cock for all to see and a wife beater tee.  Girard was looking enormously
pleased and reached for his hand to shake.

   "Great show, James.  And we will all drink to a long and fruitful
relationship for you and your lovely here.  " And with that he drained a
shot glass of tequila, following it immediately with a beer chaser.  Then
he added, "By the way, all you need do is sign away your life on the
contract the owner left with me, and we will join in the ownership of this
fine resort."

   James looked at the sheaf of papers before him.

   "I think I'll have my lawyer look at it first," he said, suddenly
hatching a plot that might just tie up his new familial relationships into
a tidy, if complicated, bow.

   "Lawyer?  Who's that?" queried Bradley as he raised his shirt to
accommodate a girl who had just offered to do tequila shots off his
nipples.

   "Remember Gino?"

   "Sure," laughed Girard.  "He was the lawyer who fell in love with that
cross-dresser before he knew she was a he."

   "Yes, well the he is a real she now, and they own the bar where I met
Pong.  I would like to employ Gino to review the contract and see if Pong
and I could take up residence here on a permanent basis, along with our
buy-in."

   "Wah!" interjected Brad.  "You must be serious about this girl, James.
Does this mean you won't be traipsing across Asia with us anymore?"

   "I haven't thought that far ahead," said James.  "All I know right now
is I want to make a home for Pong, her little sister and me.  This seems a
good place to light and build a nest."

   Girard nodded in agreement.  "Perfect!  " he said.  "You could actively
look after our investment in this place, and make sure we get properly
aligned when we come back here every month or so, eh?"

   "No problem," said James.

   "Looks like that's settled, then" said Girard.  "Now, let's do some
serious drinking."

   "Great," said Brad as he smeared another bit of lime and salt onto his
nipple, then closed his eyes and threw back his head as his girl downed a
shot of tequila, then sucked the salt and lime from him.

   It was then the owner of the bar showed up again.  "Hey, mate.  Great
show!  We've done a ton of business tonight because of you.  Everyone is
asking when the sex show starts.  They're apt to be disappointed when they
just see the usual snake wriggling from our performers.  Still, you're
welcome to grace the establishment anytime, and if you're up for a repeat
performance, I'll offer the same deal.  All the drinks you want.  Though I
was a bit in shock when I saw you urinating in your lovely wench's mouth.
And her swallow it all down too."

   "That's my man's fiancee you're talking about, mate." challenged Girard,
now feeling a bit of he alpha-male starting to assert itself.

   "No offence meant," quickly said the owner.  "But the offer still
stands. Even moreso now that you will be buying into the resort.  We would
all benefit.  G'day.  Have a good evening."

   The troupe then went about making a dent in the bar's liquor supply, but
no one was the poorer for it.  The man was right.  Customers were crowding
in, hoping for a repeat of the rumored ass-fucking piss drinking show that
had taken place earlier.

   It was an hour and a half later when they all staggered out the door. 
James was being semi-supported by Pong, Girard by his girls, and Brad and
the lady who had been trading body shots were leaning on one another.  They
all agreed to meet the next day for breakfast at the crack of noon.

   At their bungalow, Pong drew to a stop at the door.  She kissed James
lightly.  When they pulled back, he looked into her eyes and saw something
approaching adoration.

   "We are here," cooed Pong and kissed James deeply.  "At your room."

   "Our room," said James.

   "Yes, our room." Pong said.

   Pong took James's key, opened the door, and led him into their room and
new home and new life.