Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: "girls"
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted)
Series: The James Norton Saga
Summary: After ten years in Asia, James Norton ran away from the
mounting complications in his family and love life in Thailand, and came
back in the States.  He reconnected with old friends and his first love,
and soon found himself enmeshed in a whole new set of perversions.
Keywords: Warning!  MF,Mg,IR,WMBW,romance,ped,ws,anal,scat,incest, light
sm

   Disclaimer

   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  Anime,
it is.  Hentai.  It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No
one gets hurt without having the hurt assauged.  No one gets fucked up
physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love
counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have in o correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which
allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to
suggest that such behavior is appropriate.   

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and
worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present

   ##### "girls" #####

   ###### Homecoming ######

   James Norton sat in the back of the economy section of NW503 from
Minneapolis to Kansas City on the last leg of his journey home.  As he
watched the lights of the city become more distinct, he reflected on his
past 10 years.  It had been that long ago when he had left his friends and
family in search of himself and his life's purpose.  He had used his life
savings to travel across asia, connecting with other ex-pats and inventing
impormptu business schemes that he was able to build into a small fortune.
This financed his quest to seek out his personal truth and, had he admitted
it, his own personal corruption.  He had found both in plentiful supply. 
Now he was back, broke and broken.  His spirit felt as empty as his wallet.
Guilt and self-hate ate at his gut.  Guilt built on a foundation of
enormous sexual pleasure.  Because of this pleasure and guilt, his faith in
himself, god or gods and his fellow man had shrunk.  He had no hope and
only $120 US in his pocket when he landed at KCI airport.

   James exited the plane and walked blindly past security and the sparse
crowd of people waiting at the gate.  He went to the coffee shop, ordered a
latte and sat down, trying to think of what to do next.  He had almost no
money, had no where to go and no one to turn to.  His Mom had died while he
was in Thailand and his Dad lived somewhere in Oklahoma.  He and his father
had never been close enough to exchange Christmas cards, and he didn't even
know how to contact him if he felt inclined.  His mother's family had been
cold towards him since her funeral.  They assumed wrongly that he didn't
give a damn about her.  The truth was he hadn't known she had died until
over a month after the event.

   He was so absorbed in his own misery he didn't even notice the black
couple who sat down on the sofa across from him.  He didn't see them set
their cups down or notice the grin that slowly spread across the man's
face. He only looked up when he heard the man's booming baritone.

   "Now, that, Sharice, is my man, Jim.  He gets so deep, he don't even
know when his best friend sits down to a cup of coffee with him."

   James looked up to see one of the most welcome and familiar faces on
earth.  Bill Brandon.  His best friend through high-school, college and his
7 years in the workaday world of 9 to 5 automatons before he decided to
take the path less trodden.  He was the one person who had cautioned him
against his decisionn to run off chasing his soul.

   "Bill?" he said.  "Bill Brandon?"

   "Hell, yes, it's Bill.  Goddamn, Jim.  Where you been and what are you
doing here?"

   "It's a long story, man.  And I'm here just because I didn't have
anywhere else to go.  My shit just fell apart and I didn't know what to do,
so I tucked my tail between my legs and used my last cash to fly home."

   "Well, you're here now, brother.  It's gonna be alright." James looked
into the eyes of his best friend and saw hope for the first time in weeks.
James had that effect on people.  His own driving determination for a
better life infected others as well.  Still the guilt gnawing at James'
guts made him hesitate.

   "Man, I don't know.  I don't have any people here anymore.  No family.
I'm kind of at the end of my rope."

   "Bullshit, man." said his friend.  "What are we?  We're your people if
anybody ever was.  And ain't you the cat who always preached faith and
fate. You turned me into a believer, and you had damned well better believe
it too.  Think about it.  I didn't know you were coming in.  How you think
I just happened to be at the airport to pick up my sis, just the exact same
time and day you flew your sorry ass back into town from Timbuctu or Tibet
or wherever you been for the past ten years.  It has to be the hand of
fate."

   A veil seemed to drop from James' eyes and he grinned sheepishly. 
"You're right." he said.  "Just at the lowest time in my whole life, I
happen to meet up with the best friend I've ever had.  Probably the only
person I've ever known who I can go ten years without seeing and feel like
I just talked to yesterday."

   "You said it, bro." said Bill, extending his hand.  "I feel the same
damned way.  Always have.  Always will."

   James clasped Bill's hand and it felt like a lifeline.

   "So you gonna stay with us till you back on your feet, right?" Bill went
on, nodding to the woman beside him, who James happened to really see for
the very first time.

   "Sharice?" he ssaid.  "My God, I'm sorry.  Hi!"

   "You better say hi," smiled Sharice.  "The boy who got my cherry better
say hi, hug me tight and kiss my hand like a knight in shining armour."

   "Say what?" said Bill.

   Sharice leaned in closer with a chaste kiss and James was amazed at how
beautiful she was, made all the more so by her familiarity and maturity

   "Oh yes," said Sharice.  "Your boy Jim, here.  He got your little
sister's pussy the first time around.  But, don't fret.  It was his first
too." Then she giggled softly, "Neither one of us knew what we were doing."
Then she looked James in the eye and said frankly.  "I've learned lots of
shit since then."

   She waited expectantly.

   James said nothing.  He just lowered his eyes, thinking about the things
he had learned, about sex and himself, and so much of it bitter and dark.
Bill was still in shock at this new revelation.  Sharice turned to her
brother.

   "Don't look so surprised.  What was we supposed to do while you dropped
him off, then run off with your ho of the week.  You told us to get to know
each other.  And that's what we did.  Several times, in every way we could
imagine, till he got that wild hair to go off adventuring.  That was when I
started exploring the world of black dick you were always bragging about."

   "Well, I'll be goddamned." said Bill, finally.  Then he quickly shrugged
it off.  "Well hell.  If you would have had the sense to hold onto him
instead of getting yourself knocked up by that worthless nigger, Jordon,
you might have had a good life in front of you, 'stead of midnight runaway
escapes from a crazy mother fucker.  And Jim would have been here where he
belonged instead of getting fucked over about whatever.  And I would have
been layin' up with one of my "ho's", as you call them, instead of picking
up your sorry asses from the midnight plane."

   "Maybe," she mused, pursing her full thick lips and holding James
captive with her big brown eyes.  "Maybe Jim and I both made some bad
choices in the past 10 years.  I went off and got my mind fucked by a
sunuvabitch who just wanted some pussy to put out on the street." Then she
added, "And you look like you got fucked up just as bad."

   "I can't argue that," said James.

   "Well, all that shit's over now, for both of you," James inserted,
upgrading the tempo of the conversation.  "You both gonna come home with
me, get some rest and start over again.  Only this time, both of you better
get it right, 'cause you bet I got my own business to deal with.  Now both
of you grab your shit and let's head home."

   With that, Bill stood up and headed out the door of the coffee shop. 
James grabbed his backpack and picked up the suitcase Sharice had brought.
Sharice smiled and took his arm and walked with him after her brother.

   The drive from the airport was dreamlike.  The combination of blind luck
(or fate as Bill reported it), jetlag, lack of sleep, heartbreak and
over-riding guilt all contributed.  Still James was very conscious of
Sharice sitting beside him.

   Yet every time he started to react, it was countered by recent memory.
The only thing that kept him anchored was hearing Bill's familiar upbeat
chatter on the way, .

   "....Man, you wouldn't believe how much shit done happened while you
been gone.  I am now the Manager of the all the Runnin' Line sports
franchises in this city.  There's seven all together now.  I'm pullin' down
more money than I ever thought possible, but work so many hours I never get
a chance to enjoy it.  I own myself three houses and got single mothers
living in two of them, both of whom are only too happy to offset their rent
with a little nookie on the side.  Leon, Darrel and me still hit the
basketball court two or three times a week at the Treeside Park for pickup
games, and if you can still dribble and pass, I bet you and me can get
right back into gear as the meanest salt'n'pepper combo in this city. 
Sharice is gonna get her ass back into school, whether she knows it or not,
and is gonna finish that degree she started back before you left.  And if
she pops out any more kids in the next two years, they damned well better
look a lot more like you than the nigger down the street or I'm gonna throw
her out on the street my own damned self."

   "Listen to my big brother," chided Sharice.  "Like he could throw out a
stray dog, much less his sister.  You ain't fooling anybody, Bill.  You've
always been a sucker for a sob-story or an underdog." Then she grabbed
James' hand.  "And don't you nor him need to feel sorry for me.  I fucked
up.  I admit it.  But I know I'm luckier than most.  I got a brother who
loves me, and I'm smart enough to know its time for a change." Then she
added archly, taking his hand and placing it to her breast, "And if you and
I was to start up again, I promise there wouldn't be nothin' but your cock
makin' its way up my pussy.  I may have been a prostitute for the past few
years, but I ain't a whore, and even when my man put me out on the streets,
I wasn't no skank.  No man got to ride bareback, and no man but my man got
to pump no cum in my pussy, ass or mouth, but even he lost interest after
my second baby.  Said we had become a business arrangement.  That's when he
got real hard, tried to get me dealing dope for him too and convince me
that I ought to change my modus operandi to include whatever the customer
wants.  Not this girl.  I may have fucked up big time, but I wasn't ready
for that.  That's when I called Bill and begged him to help."

   "And I'm just pissed you didn't call me sooner," Bill cut in.  "You
should have called as soon as he suggested you peddle pussy.  You don't
need that shit.  Any man'd put his wife on the streets ain't no man.  You
notice he ain't made no contacts since you packed and left either.  Not
about you and not about 'Ness or Pat.  Motherfucker knows better than to
show his face in this town while I'm here."

   Sharice laughed.  "Same Bill.  Neighborhood don't need no police while
you and your neighborhood committee are on the job."

   "Honey," she sighed blissfully, "I ain't felt this happy or safe for
years." Then she reached across James to kiss Bill on the cheek, who
burshed her away like a troublesome fly.  Then she pulled back and her
laughter.  As she did so, she dragged her generous plump tits across James'
chest and James' cock actually hardened.  As if to punctuate her action,
her hand brushed very familiarily over his cock before she settled back in
her seat.  James turned to her and he saw her smile knowingly.  He found
himself smiling back in a budding conspiracy of desire.  What amazed him
was that he was aroused at all.  He had thought his guilt and remorse would
stop him from reacting to anyone for a long time to come, but something
about Sharice touched him both above and below the belt.  He loved her.  As
a friend, no doubt.  As an intimate, assuredly.  Just as his friendship
with Bill knew no boundaries of time and space, his love for Sharice seemed
as intact as it had been ten years earlier.

   He was worrying over his reactions when Bill pulled into the driveway to
his home.  The garage doors opened automatically, and closed behind them as
Bill turned off the engine and climbed out of the car.

   "You two make yourselves at home, which means I expect you to drag your
own lugguage into the house, figure out which room or rooms you're staying
in and keep yourselves entertained for the evening, I'm about to knock off
a serious piece of ass before I get a couple hours sleep.  Then he turned
sober.  "Seriously, I suggest you two keep your hands off each other at
least till you both figure out what the fuck you're doing here.  I don't
mind you two fuckin', but I love both of you and don't want to see either
of you get any more hurt than you already are."

   Sharice called out to Bill as he walked away, "You a fine one to talk.
Bet your little slut you be fuckin' tonight is either underage, married or
on parole."

   "Probably all three, wouldn't be the first time," Bill chided as
disappeared in the house with a laugh.  "But she knew what she was gettin'.
Ain't no secret about that."

   That left Sharice and James alone.

   "Well, honey, looks like Bill ain't changed a bit," she smiled. 
"Runnin' off for some coochie and tossing advice at us to abstain as he
goes."

   "I guess so," smiled Bill.  "But I'm awful grateful for that, too.  I've
got some serious life restructuring to do, and having a friend like Bill
could make all the difference in the world."

   "Mmmm-Hmmm," said Sharice, giving James a studied look.  "I think we got
some serious catching up to do too, James.  Maybe we can do it between the
sheets if you up to it."

   James broke into a crooked smile.  "Sharice, if it was anybody but you
saying that, I doubt if I could even consider it.  But I think you could
arouse me if I was on my death bed.  I've been so depressed for the past
week, I would have thought anything about romance or sex was hopeless, but
all you had to do was brush your titties against against me and smile, and
I'm feeling like a man again.  You give me hope."

   Sharice laughed.  "I'll be giving you a lot more than that if you can
get your dick hard." Then she turned suddenly serious, with a turn of
expression and phrasing that mirrored her brother from minutes before. 
"Right now, I need something real and tender.  Whatever I said about us not
knowing what we were doing back then .....  really, it was always sweet and
felt right.  I'd like to have that again, if I could.  Even if it's just
for tonight."

   "Me too," said James.  There was a momentary pause while they drowned in
each others eyes, then they reached for each other as if setting up for a
dance, his left hand went to her waist and his left behind her back to pull
her to him, she placed both her hands behind his neck and they melted
together in a kiss.  James found Sharice's mouth open, liquid and inviting.
She sucked his tongue into her throat.  She tasted sweet and spicy.  Again,
even after ten years and who knew how many lovers that lay between them, it
felt good and right to be kissing Sharice.  Familiar and warm and spiked
with desire.  Her full breasts crushed against his chest and her body
molded itself to him like linked peices of a puzzle.  She felt ripe and
open, heating up quickly.  Their kisses became more intense.  James started
exploring her body.  He slid one hand under her blouse and immediately up
to her breasts.  He pulled her bra down and found that her big tits were
capped with large protruding nipples, that hardened to his touch.  He then
slipped his his ohter hand up her skirt and found her panties soaked with
her dripping juice.  In the close confines of the car, the smell of her sex
began to waft up from her wet cunt, and his cock was tenting his pants
almost comically.

   "Ohhh, I like that," she said as she hesitantly broke the kisses and
pushed him back.  "You still got the softest lips and sweetest mouth this
black girl has ever tasted.  You done learned how to soul kiss good too."

   James smiled shyly.  "I'm glad you liked it.  I was afraid I couldn't
meet your expectations now that you're a woman of the world."

   "Honey, after nine years of parenthood, eight years of marraige, and the
past five years on the street, if you can treat me nice, keep me warm and
eat my pussy, I'll be more that satisfied."

   "Well, you know you've got that," James said softly.  "If fact, if all
you need is to be held, we can do that.  You got me going, but I don't have
to fuck to be with you.  It's never been that way for us."

   Sharice kissed him again lightly and said, "You are so sweet.  No wonder
you got into my pussy when nobody else could.  Now you get me when I've had
more cock than I can remember, but you can bet I ain't never got bored with
a man who loves to suck my koochie.  That was one thing you were never shy
about, and I like that.  I like that a lot."

   James grinned, "Then we're both in luck, cause that's still where I go
to worship."

   They kissed again.  This time Sharice unzipped his pants, then fished
into it for his cock.  She dragged it from its confines, then tested it for
length, width and hardness.  James in turn opened her blouse and attacked
Sharice's breasts with his mouth, surprised to find them so full, soft and
pendulous.  These were a mother's breasts, and that served to excite him
even more, his suckling became intense until Sharice groaned loudly and
pushed him back once again.

   "Let's get out of this car," Sharice whispered.  "I don't need to be
fucking you in no car.  I want some romance and pillowtalk."

   "Me too," smiled James.

   With that, they broke their lover's clench.  She buttoned her blouse and
he zipped his pants, then they got out of the car.  Once again James
grabbed both his backpack and Sharice's suitcase.  They walked togehter
into Bill's home, not even ready for what they were going to find there.

   * * * * * * * *

   Sharice and James walked into the kitchen of Bill's house from the
garage and were immediately bombarded by a cocaphany of noise.  Ther was
music from nearby, mixed with obvious sex-moans.  From upstaris they could
hear tv and kids yelling.

   "Oops!  Guess my girls are still awake," she said, squeezing James' arm.
"Looks like we're going to have to put 'us' on hold till I saay hi and let
them know we're back together."

   "Back together?"

   Sharice punched James' arm.  "I mean me and the kids.  I sent them on
ahead with my sister before I came.  I wanted them out of the house in case
things got nasty.  Didn't need to worry though, Jordon was happy to see
them go.  Any pussy he can't put on the street, fuck or get money from, he
got no interest in.  Even his own daughters."

   "Oh," said James softly, and felt his remorse come creeping back.

   "Come on, let me introduce you to the two little hellions."

   Leading him by the arm, Sharice guided James into the noise.  They
walked through a fantastically appointed living room with a plush sofa,
matching lounge chair, a giant wide screen tv, a pool table and a standing
pinball machine.  There was a wetbar dividing the living area and the
kitchen, and across the room to the side, there were stairs leading up to
the second floor.  Sharice and James walked through the room and past a
downstairs bedroom where the groaning and moaning, along with the heavy
base of a stereo, was coming from.  As they walked past, Sharice banged on
the door.  "Bill, can't you get a nut without letting the whole house know
about it?" Then scrambled up the stairs in a fit of laughter, James chasing
quickly after her in case bullets, pillows or expletives needed to be
dodged on the way.

   Upstairs, they walked towards a closed door where the arguing was coming
from.  Sharice had a big grin on her face as she threw open the door, but
stopped cold when she got inside.  James stepped in behind her and saw what
had frozen her in place.  The arguing was not coming from her girls.  That
was coming from a sitcom on the television.  Her girls were much too
occupied to be fighting between themselves.  One of them, the 9 year old,
was lying beneath a boy of about 10, getting her hairless little pussy
ploughed in obvious bliss, her eyes were closed and she was madly hunching
herself up to meet his frenzied thrusts.  The other little girl, no more
than five, was sitting on the face of a boy slightly younger than the one
fucking her sister.  Her eyes were glued to her fucking sibline and the boy
was avidly sucking at her tiny cunt.

   Suddenly the younger girl froze in position in obvious orgasm. 
"Ah-ah-ah!  Eeeee!" she halp panted/half screamed as she ground her little
cunt mindlessly into her boyfriend's mnouth.  Her sister and her partner
both turned to look at the delicious little scene and it must have hit an
erotic chord in both of them because the elder sister grabbed her lover's
ass and began flailing even more wildly.  "Fuck me harder, Aaron," she
cried.  "Harder!  Harder!"

   Aaron obliged the sluttish nine year old and began pounding his slender
dick into her.  In less than a minute, and just as the five year old was
collapsing onto the boy eating out her tiny cunt, the elder sister grunted
her way into orgasm as well."

   Then a curious thing happened.  As the five year old relaxed, she
released her bladder, and began peeing right into the mouth of the little
boy sucking her pussy.  He immediately pulled away and was rewarded by a
face full of little girl piss.  He shoved her off him, spluttering and
screaming at her.

   "Get offa me!  She peed on me.  She peed in my mouth."

   Without any conscious intent, James' dick jerked to attention and his
mouth began to water.

   The older boy and girl looked over at the younger pair and started to
laugh.  They were cut off abruptly when Sharice spoke up.  "I would say
what the fuck is going on here, but I can see for myself." she said
stepping into the room.  She glared at the boys.  "I'll deal with these
little sluts myself, but right now I want to know where your boys' momma
is."

   "Uh--uh--she in the room with Mr.  Brandon" said the older boy.  "Nessa
is the one who started it." he whined.  "She said fuckin' is fun and then
she showed us how to do it.  "

   Sharice stared at her naked daughter hard-eyed.  "Is that true ,
Vanessa? Did you make this big boy pull out his stiff little cock and stuff
it up your pussy?"

   "No, Momma.  he wanted to fuck too.  And it was Chris's idea to go
suckin' on Patty's pussy while I was fuckin Aaron.  Said it would help him
get ready for fuckin' me next, and it would be fun for Patty too."

   "Was it, Patricia?" demanded sharice.  "was it fun to have this boy's
tongue up in your cunt?"

   Patricia was too scared to speak.

   "Answer me, girl." demanded Sharice.  "Did you like getting your pussy
eat out?  and you better be telling me the truth about it.""

   "Y-yes Momma.  I liked it." .  "Good!At least that is the one natural
thing going on here," said Sharice, her eyes aflame with something between
anger and humour, but seemingly satisfied to get the situation grounded is
harsh reality.  "Now, how long has this fucking been going on?"

   "Just today, Momma," answered Vanessa.  "This was the first time.  I
promise."

   "But this ain't your first fuck, is it girl.  Looks to me you know more
about sex than these two boys.  Who you been sexin' girl?  Who taught you
how to fuck?"

   Vanessa went quiet.  Aaron, the boy who had been on top of her, found
his way into the corner next to his brother.  Both were grabbing at their
clothes and trying to get dressed as quickly as possible.  The two girls
were frozen, afraid to move.  And Vanessa still said nothing.

   Sharice stared at her daughter, then looked at James.  She reached for
his hand and squeezed it.  When she looked up at him, there was a sparkle
in her eye.  A glint of humor, or irony, or tragic acceptance, he couldn't
figure which.

   "Well, James, these are my daughters, and you should get to know them,
especially Vanessa."

   "Huh?" said both James and Vanessa.

   "Vanessa's full name is Vanessa Evangeline Brigham, but her surname
should be Norton." said Sharice.

   James almost fell over.  Vanessa dropped her mouth open and forgot to be
embarrassed by her own nakedness.

   "James, I didn't mean to tell you until later, but I was pregnant when
you left." She doesn't know and my ex never even suspected.  "But this is a
good a time as any for you to meet your daughter.  Although I'm sorry to
say that she's nine years old and already a little slut."

   "No Momma.  No.  'Ness ain't no slut.  She just likes to fuck is all,"
said Patricia, trying to explain in five year old reasoning

   Sharice started to laugh, "I guess I can't say shit about that," and the
laugh turned to tears as she added, "I use the same kind of excuse to
explain why I've been selling my ass for the past five years but claim I'm
not really a whore."

   She took this opportunity to lean into James and said unapolagetically.
"I dindn't plan on telling

   "Mommy, I'm sorry.  I'm sorry." cried Vanessa.

   Sharice leaned down, dragging James into a kneeling postion with her,
and took both the girls into her arms.  James was at a loss, but kept an
arm around Sharice's waist, even has he found himself brushing against the
little girls' nude bodies.  He did his best to comfort her too.  "Its okay,
Sharice.  It will all be okay."

   Sharice's tears quckly ceased, almost as abruptly as they had begun, and
she kissed both her girls.  She started to laugh, as if this was another
bitter joke life was playing on her.  "Fuck it," she said.  "I am so happy
to see you two, and I'm too tired to be mad.  I just wish you weren't
getting your pussy's greased when I first saw you.  Now, I'll never get
that image out of my mind.  But at least it was kids playing with kids.  If
it had been grownups with you, somebody would have been dead by now." Then
she kissed them both again.

   Relieved their Mother had seemed to recover, the two girls relaxed too.
Then Vanessa stood naked in front of James, put her hands on her hips and
looked him in the eye.

   "You really my Daddy?" she demanded.

   "Um--I don't know," he said, trying to keep his eyes above her crotch,
but he couldn't help but notice the slippery glisten to the smooth hairless
cunt.

   When Vanessa noticed James looking at her, she checked his crotch
quickly.  "Hmmmm----mmmm, Momma, I think my Daddy's got a hard on for my
pussy."

   "Course he's got a hard on.  He's a man, ain't he?  And you're showing
off your little girl pussy like it was open for business, ain't you? 
Besides, he just saw you fucking and most men will get an erection at a
sight like that."

   "Now, you girls get your clothes on.  You two boys come with us.  We're
going to go see your Momma."

   Sharice and James herded the boys out of the room, down the hall and
down the stairs, until they were standing in front of Bill's bedroom.  The
groaning was still going on and the boys stopped.

   "What you waitin' for.  You done seen my little girls in the middle of a
nut, and gave me a show I'll think about the rest of my life.  You won't be
seeing anything new here.

   "But--that's our Mo---"

   "And those were my children!" exclaimed Sharice.  "Now get your butts
into that room."

   The boys were stuck in the middle of an impossible situation, but their
immediate threat was less than a foot away so they opened the door to the
room.

   Now it was their turn to stare wide eyed and open mouthed.  There in the
middle of the big king sized bed, they saw their Mother with her ass arched
up into the air and their "uncle" Bill drilling an impossibly long cock
deep into her asshole.

   "Oh fuck, baby, your ass is so tight.  So good.  So fuckin' hot.  I'm
gonna fill it up."

   "Ungh!" grunted the woman as if she were in the middle of a massive
bowel movement and pushing her big round black ass even further up into the
air to meet his next thrust.  "You already got my asshole filled with your
big cock.  Now make me cum with it, mother fucker.  Make me come from my
asshole."

   "Oh baby, I'm gonna rock your sweet ass till you shake and shiver,
Don't' you worry one goddam bit about that.  You just give me my first nut
so's I can fuck you right, all night if that's what it takes for you.  But
give me my nut now."

   "Fuck it, then." grunted the woman, glaring back at him.  "Fuck my shit,
baby.  Cum right up in my ass!"

   That was when she noticed the open door and her two boys staring at her.

   "Oh, shit!"

   "Oh shit is right," groaned Bill, mistaking this as his que to finish
fast.  "I feel your nasty shit all 'round my dick.  You got me going,
bitch, and I'm gonna mix up some -- oh fuck, here it comes!"

   "No-no--stop...!" cried the boys' Mom.  But she was trapped beneath
Bill's weight and couldn't get away from his bludgeoning dick.

   "Momma?" whispered Eric.

   Bill was suddenly aware of someone else in the room, but he was too far
gone to quit now.  His cum was boiling into his date's hot asshole and all
he could do now was hold on.  He hunched one more time to drive his dick
balls deep into her asshole and felt her clenching rectum drain his come
from him, even as she tried to wriggle away.  This only served to incite
Bill to grab her tight by her hips and hold her even tighter to him.

   Finally, his orgasm complete, Bill came to himself enough to realize
something strange was going on and pulled out to look around.

   What the quartet in the door saw was his still hard, and shit speckled
ebony dick with a drop of cum still clinging to it as he disengaged from
his date.

   "What the fuck is going on here?" He demanded of all of them.  Then he
looked up at his sister's wide grin, his best friend trying not to look at
the spectacle before him and both of his lover's boys staring dumbly at him
and their mother, and he grabbed the nearest pillow to cover himself.

   "Well, this night is full of surprises," grinned Sharice.  "First I find
my little girls getting fucked by your boys , then I get to see my big
brother ram his cock all the way up their mother's, and my half sister's,
asshole.  Damn, Rebecca, I never knew you dug that hershey highway shit."
Then she laughed.  "But with an ass like yours, if I was a man I'd want to
fuck it too."

   Meanwhile the two boys eyes were glued to their momma's wide open pussy
and gaping asshole.

   "What the hell you boy's looking at?" she glared, not even attempting to
hide herself or change positions.  She seemed to get some hedonistic
pleasure seeing her boys staring at her with a combination of horror and
unwanted sexual facination.

   "Momma?" repeated Eric.

   "Yes, your momma." said the woman.  "and yes, I was fucking your Uncle
Bill.  And no, it ain't none of your business."

   "Well, it's my business when I walked in and found my two little girls
getting the same treatment as I just saw you"

   "They were fucking 'Ness and Pat's assholes?" Sharice's sister said,
openly appalled.

   "No, they was in their pussies."

   Eric broke in, "I wasn't fuckin' Pat's pussy.  Momma, I was just licking
at it."

   "Oh, and that's supposed to make me feel better?" said Evangeline,
finally changing position and turning to face the crowd in the doorway. 
She glared equally at her boys and James.  "And what's this white
motherfucker doing here, getting his eyeful of my black ass and cunt?"

   Suddenly a light of recognition hit her and she was up out of the bed
before she could think about it or before James could react.  '

   "James!"she squealed.  "you're back."

   James was surprised to suddenly have another beautiful naked girl
pressed to him and her arms wrapped around his neck.  Unlike Sharice, he
didn't feel any particular stirrings of arousal.  After all, this was his
buddy's girl, but he did feel as if he had stepped out of his nightmare
into Sharice's.  What's more, the girl also seemed strangely familiar.

   "YOU know Jim, Evangeline" asked Bill from behind her.

   Evangelineanswered before James could fumble out an answer.  "He may not
remember me, but I sure remember him.  He used to come over when Sharice
was babysitting me.  They would put me to bed and then fuck on the sofa in
the living room.  I had a big crush on him.  Used to fantasize that he
would toss Shar's pretentious black ass and be the man of my dreams."

   "You're little Evangeline?" stammered James.

   "Ain't little no more," she answered, grabbing his hands and placing
them on the cheeks of her magnificent ass.  "Bill here tells me I got
enough ass for three women.  Matter of fact, if Bill's up for it, I'd be
happy to take care of your fine white dick along with that black monster of
his."

   James looked to Bill, then Sharice for help.  Bill just grinned.

   "Fuckit, man.  Far as I'm concerned that'd be a good way to celebrate
your homecoming.  Ain't much closer we can get than that thin membrane
between my girl's cunt and asshole.  I got dibs on the ass."

   "Not a motherfucking chance," interjected Sharice, disentangling James
from Evangeline's grasp.  "If James is going to be drilling any cunt in
this house tonight, it's going to be your's truly.  You and him can bond
over a glass of beer or a joint or something.  I'm all set for some TLC and
a shoulder to lean on tonight.  That and we still ain't dealt with these
two little bastards of yours, 'Little Evangeline'."

   "Fuck it, Sharice," countered Evangeline.  "They're just kids being
kids. Ain't like no grown up done fucked your baby's pussy.  They're just
curious is all."

   "Curious hell.  They was fucking my little girls."

   "And my guess is your girls are gonna be fuckin' more and more in the
near future.  Once a girl gets some dick, she usually gonna get more. 
Anyway, that's my experience.  Might as well take it with a smile and tell
them to stay away from the drug addicts and assholes." said Evangeline,
climbing back onto the bed and repositioning that fine black ass back up in
the air.  Then she slapped it hard and winked at James, and damned if her
asshole didn't seem to wink as well.  "Now, if you all are done, my man and
me need to recapture the mood.  You can take the boys out and whip their
asses if you like, but I need to finish my business in here or my landlord
is likely to expect cold hard cash, instead of hot wet pussy."

   "But Momma, he was fucking you in your asshole.  And he's our uncle."
said Aaron.

   "Only cause he's Sharice's half brother.  He ain't none of my blood. 
And he wasn't doing nothing I didn't ask him to do.  Now, get your scrawny
butt out of here before I really disrupt your view of motherhood.  "

   "But, Momma....." whined Eric.

   "Go!" demanded Evangeline.

   And so, Sharice and James ushered the boys out of the room, after which
they heard the quick click of the door lock..

   Sharice marched the troupe and James back into Bill's living room.

   The volume of the music from the room at the end of the hall got louder.

   "'Nessa!  Pat!  Get in here," she yelled.

   The two girls, now dressed in night clothes, came running down the
steps. Vanessa was wearing a tee-shirt that didn't quite cover the cleft of
her hairless pussy in her pink panties.  Pat wore a small tee-shirt and
white panties with a barbie motif.

   Sharice sat them all down.  "I am tired and mad and sad, so I only want
to have to say this once.  It's bedtime.  No more sex play in this house
for anyone under the age of 18.  You kids all need to go to bed, but not
together.  You girls go to your room.  You boys can sleep on the couch or
whatever.  My man and me are going to the guest bedroom.  Your Momma and
Uncle Bill are busy in his room.  Leave them be.  You are all to go to bed
and go to sleep.  Period.  Do I make myself clear?  Any further discussion
is postponed until after I've had my morning coffee."

   "Yes Momma." said the two girls, dutifully.  "Yes'm," echoed the two
boys.

   "Then let's go," said Sharice and motioned for Vanessa and Patricia to
head up stairs.  She took James hand and together they followed the girls
back upstairs.  Once there, James picked up Sharice's bag and his backpack
and waited as Sharice tucked the girls in.  Throughout, Vanessa kept
sneaking peaks at James.  Her big round brown eyes full of wonder at the
new found discovery that her daddy was a white man,and that he was here. 
He was just as fascinated, and despite his weariness and the general
mindfuck that had been his lot for the past two weeks, he wanted to know
the truth of the matter.

   At long last they made their way to the guest bedroom, which was just
next door to the girls' room.  They stepped in and James dropped the bags
onto the floor.

   "Finally," Sharice exhaled and collapsed onto him, letting him fully
support her weight, then kissed him sweetly, and somehow all James's
fatigue and troubles melted away.

   Sharice laughed lightly and said, "I feel like we had to run an obstacle
course just to be alone together." James took this as his que and kissed
her again.  He was evidently reading the signals right because Sharice
began undressing him in the midst of the kiss.  She seemed to be reacting
to him the same way he was to her, heating up quickly, just as she had in
the car.  It was like striking a pair of matches from a single flint, and
they flamed together, feeding each other's desire.  Sharice was well
practiced in undressing a man, and James quickly had his shirt off. 
Sharice kissed him lightly on his neck and chest as she began progressively
working down his body, then spread back his chest hair to suck at his
nipples.  This inflamed James further.  "Oh yeah," he murmured when he felt
her sharp teeth bite at him, and heard her chuckle again.

   "I see some things haven't changed," she said.  And James remembered
that it was Sharice who had joined him in their first experiments in
turning pain into pleasure.  And she was right.  His preference for a mix
of pain with his sex had only increased in the time they had been apart. 
He wondered if she was the same.  But any thought was quickly driven from
his mind as she bore down on his nipple with her teeth and fished down into
his pants for his cock.  She jacked him off as she sucked his nipple. 
Priming him for whatever lay ahead.

   Without thinking James pushed lightly down on Sharice's head, guiding
her lower.  Sharice followed his lead and went to her knees, unbuckling,
unzipping, and then pulling down his jeans to reveal his dick and strong,
if scarred, legs.  He stepped out of his pants and watched wordlessly as
Sharice began jacking him off again, his cock well lubricated by the
pre-cum generated during the repeated erotic teases throughout the evening;
their shared kisses and caresses, then catching her girls fucking with
their cousins, and then walking in on Bill and Evangeline as they
culminated an anal sex interlude.  His need for her had grown with each
added perversion until now.  Evenso, he realized his need for Sharice was
more emotional than physical.  She was an anchor for him.  Even with her
life fucked up and though she and her kids were as destitute as he was.  He
felt a stability in their connection.  Not like souls, but shared souls. 
He needed that connection, and he also knew fucking her was somehow the
right way to cement it in stone.

   As if reading his mind, Sharice looked up into his eyes and said to him,
"Watch me while I suck your cock." and engulfed him into her mouth's warm
velvet cavern, still looking up at him.  Again, she must have remembered
what he liked because she used her teeth on him while she sucked and
tongued his cock.  "He also saw her raise up her skirt and reach into her
panties to masturbate herself as she sucked him.

   She pulled away briefly and gasped, "God, I forgot how much I love doing
this to you," then attacked his cock with renewed fervor.  James showed his
appreciation by grabbing her behind her head and fucking into her mouth. 
He felt her open her throat and take him all the way into her gullet, until
her lips were pressed into his pubic hair.  Even then she growled her
desire and wrangled at his cock like a tigress tearing at a new kill, as if
wanting to draw his cock all the way down into her stomach.  It was only
after her eyes started to tear and she couldn't breathe that she pulled
away, with messy strands of saliva dripping from both James' cock and her
mouth.  She then quickly rose and kissed him, smearing them both with the
mess.  But by now neither of them cared.  If anything, it added to their
shared desires.  They were teenage kids again, and the same spark that had
drawn them together as ardent, if secret and casual lovers through their
high school years, into college and on into the workaday world, was still
intact.  They fit together, and they felt the connection like steel pillars
in a world of decay.  It was as if this was one of the few real things they
could count on, unseen and unmeasurable, but more real than the clothes
they wore or the papers that had bound them to marriages and contracts.  It
was breathtaking and beautiful.

   Breaking the kiss, James said, "My turn," and began taking his turn at
undressing Sharice.

   "I hope you're not disappointed," Sharice whispered as he began
unbuttoning her blouse.

   "Not likely," said James.  Uncovering her bra and the overflowing mounds
of her full brown breasts.

   "I'm no schoolgirl anymore, James.  My stomach isn't flat and my tits
don't point to the ceiling.  I'm a mother, and I've got the stretch marks
to prove it." Then, as he unhooked the catch to her skirt, lending truth to
her words and as he pulled her skirt down, following by pealing her see
through panties down her legs.

   "Beautiful," was all he said, with open adoration.  Then he carefully
helped her step out of the underwear and skirt.  She used his shoulder for
support as she did so.  Then he looked up adoringly and said softly. 
"Don't you get it, Sharice?  Love don't know nothing about age or how the
flesh is formed.  It doesn't even count the time we've been apart." He
smiled reassuringly.  "That stuff may help, but that's not what stands the
test of time.  This is."

   With that he buried his face into the kinky muff of her pubic hair and
burrowed his way to and past the compact hidden lips of her labia and on
into the sweet pink interior of her pussy.  Just as easily he blindly dug
his tongue into the juicy sauce of her cunt and drank of her musk.  She was
fragrant with her desire and the taste of her juices hit the back of his
tongue like a fine wine.  A taste that would linger for hours well after
their lovemaking was done.  A strong and potent concoction of sex driven
scents and tastes.  The slightest hint of urine.  A stronger mix of sweat
from a long day and a flight across country.  The sweet musk of a woman in
heat.  All served to drive James to a mental and emotional plane he never
thought to attain again.

   And urging him on, Sharice grabbed him by the hair on the sides of his
head and groaned.  "Yesssssss, suck my pussy.  Show me you remember my
kitten, cause she remembers you, James.  You made me squirt the first time
you ate me out.  Now make me squirt right into your mouth.  Your cunt
sucking mouth."

   James switched strategy and began sucking Sharice's pronounced clit.  It
was elongated and erect, drenched in pussy juice and begging for attention.
As soon as James latched on it, Sharice went wild.  She began fucking his
face with her cunt, trying to swallow him into her pussy.  She came quick
and just as promised, she drenched James with her squirting woman
ejaculate. She held him tight as she came and he had to catch his breath.

   He rose and caught her as she wobbled on her weakened knees.

   "Oh, James.  We still got it, baby.  Oh yes, we still got it." she
murmured in semi-consciousness as he guided her onto the bed.  She curled
up in a fetal position on the bed when she lay down, then transferred her
clutching clinging need to him when he lay down beside her, wrapping her
legs and arms around him in the bed, encasing his body just as she had
encased his cock in her mouth and throat when she sucked him.  James
somehow maneuvered the pair of them under the covers and joined together
with her with wet kisses, that drew him from her mouth to her neck, then to
suckling at her breasts, licking at her big dark brown nipples and biting
them with nips interspersed with deep hard sucking, filling his mouth with
her mammary flesh, like a baby hungry for milk.  This went on for some
minutes until she pushed him away with a groan.

   "Just hold me for a minute," she said, then sighed.  "You just 'bout
tore my titties out by the roots."

   "Sorry," said James.

   "Don't be sorry," Sharice answered.  "I liked it.  I just need a break.
I like the pain too, but need to stop it every once in a while before it
goes from fun to serious shit."

   James did as she asked and held her quietly going back to gentle tender
kisses, sharing all the flavors of their oral coupling.

   Thinking Sharice was now satiated and tired, James spoke before he got
too worked up again, "Would you like to sleep now?" he asked.

   Sharice grinned warmly.  "No, I'd like to fuck now." she said.  "You're
not getting away without a nut tonight.  Any man who can make me squirt
deserves a full fledged orgasm.  And for tonight, you are my man.  When you
think of your night with me, I want you to remember the best cum you ever
had.  Besides, I think that poor dick of yours has been teased enough for
one night.  Let's see.  You watched my girls fucking and cumming; Pat piss
in David's mouth, which as I recall was a big turn on for you," Sharice
paused for James' reaction.

   James closed his eyes and nodded in acknowledgement.  "Still true," he
admitted, "but as I recall it was your idea to try it to start with."

   "We'll get into that in a bit," said Sharice archly, then went on. 
"Then you saw Evangeline getting fucked in the ass and finally, you were
cock-teased by your own new found daughter.  I think I'd better make
society safe before I let you leave this room, even if it's just to take a
piss."

   "Ahh, so you're saying you're fucking me out of a sense of duty?"
asked/postulated James.

   "Booty duty," answered Sharice with a smile.  "But I want it too.  I
need you to cum in me.  It's like reliving all those sweet times we dug
each other's sexual fantasies without rules or expectations.  It's like its
all still right here.  Still"

   "Maybe it wasn't just the circumstances, Shar," said James, lying back
and falling into the shortened nickname he'd used for her all those years
ago.  "Maybe what was special was the combination of you and me, and maybe
it doesn't matter about the when or where of it all.  We connect as man and
woman."

   "Well, I'm in the mood to connect a bit right now," she said and rolled
over on top of him, kissing him, then working her way down his body.  When
she got to his nipples, she seemed to decide to give a fair exchange for
his mauling of her magnificent tits.  She quickly made him groan in pain
and pleasure and continued to grind her teeth into his flesh until it was
his turn to push her away.  However, instead of rising up to playfully kiss
him as he expected, Sharice nipped, licked and kissed her way down his
stomach to his groin and he once again felt his cock embedded into the
moist enclosure of her mouth.  This time she spent her time licking the
length of his dick, then sucking each of his balls into her mouth, tongue
bathing every part of him.  James moaned in pleasure as Sharice continued
to lave his balls.  Then she suddenly grabbed his legs and pushed them up
so he bent his knees.

   "Wha--" he exclaimed.

   Without explaining herself, Sharice buried her face into the crack of
James' ass.  She wormed her tongue up into his asshole and began tongue
fucking him.  At the same time she reached up, grabbed his dick and began
jacking him off.  This was one of those things she meant she'd learned
since they had been apart he thought, and did his best to relax his asshole
for her.  Sharice dug deeper, sucking at his asshole as she ate him out. 
It felt delightful and nasty as hell.  And James loved it.

   They were both moaning when the door to the bedroom suddenly opened and
in walked Vanessa.  "Momma,..." she started, then simply said "Wow!  I
never knew you could do that."

   Sharice sat up and turned her head to her daughter.  "Vanessa, will you
get out of here.  Can't you see I'm tossin' this man's salad?"

   "What?" said Vanessa.

   "Later!" insisted Sharice.  "Unless this is a real emergency.  We can
discuss it in the morning.  Me and your Daddy are getting reacquainted."

   Vanessa giggled, "I don't have to worry 'bout any baby brothers or
sisters if that's the way you do it." she said and dashed from the room.

   In his chagrin, James could only speak his mind.  "Like mother, like
daughter." He said, looking down at Sharice between his spread knees.

   "You're awful brave to be in such a compromised position," said Sharice,
as she took look at James' erect penis and cum bloated balls.

   "Trusting," said James.  "First loves should never bust balls or
castrate."

   In answer Sharice leaned in and bit the inside of his ass cheeks, first
one and then the other.

   "Ouch!" squealed James.  "You're gonna pay for that!"

   "Oh, I'm so scared," chided Sharice and proceeded to drive a finger deep
into his asshole.

   "Ungh!" grunted James.  "Oh shit," he groaned.

   "Shit is right," mewled Sharice.  "I can feel your shit."

   "The real problem is I think I like it," said James.

   Sharice just grinned, then withdrew her finger from his ass and popped
it in her mouth.

   "That was shit, all right," she said.

   Seeing Sharice suck the sticky brown mess off her finger caused James'
dick to pulse.  Seeing this, Sharice said, "I was wondering if you still
remembered our nasty little games."

   "Remember?" said James.  "They ruined me.  Our little games turned me
into a freak.  I've never been fully satisfied in a relationship since then
unless it included shit and piss as part of sexual play."

   Sharice grinned and her eyes glinted in the dim bedroom light.  "Me
too," she said softly as she slid her finger back up into James asshole and
began fucking him with it.  "That was part of what broke up my relationship
with Jordan.  He was fine with me digging his piss and shit as long as it
was a one way street, but I found out most motherfuckers lose respect for a
girl when they find out she's too freaky for a freak.  That's the way it
was with Jordan.  He called me crazy and sick, then tried to get me to give
my johns the same treatment.  He said he couldn't understand why I wouldn't
do something for money I did with him for free.  Motherfucker never did
understand what "special" really means between a man and a woman."

   "I know what you mean...but would you mind getting back to this.  I'd
love to talk about it later, but right now, I really want to--um--"

   "Cum?" finished Sharice.

   "Yeah, but before I do, I'd really like some more of that tongue action.
Then I would like to return the favor."

   "ruing!" smiled Sharice.  "That can easily be arranged." With that she
replaced her probing finger with her delving tongue.  She then set to work
with a purpose, applying untold suction to Jame's asshole and using her
tongue to dig as deep into his rectal passage as possible.  She nipped at
his asscheeks, licked at his anus and repeatedly returned to the sucking
probing anilingus.

   James groaned his appreciation and found himself needing and wanting to
fill her vacuuming mouth with his shit.  The desire kept growing until he
finally spoke up in as gasping panting voice.  "Shar, if you don't stop,
I'm going to dump a load of shit right in your fucking mouth."

   Sharice backed off and released his legs.  She was flushed as well, and
obviously horny again.  "Not that I would object, but I don't think that's
where we want to go right now," she said.  "But when the time comes, I'll
happily suck the shit right out of you and you can cover me with your shit
if you want."

   "I'll take you up on that," James answered.  "In the meantime, how's
about me turning the tables on you.

   "You want to dig into my shit chute?"

   "Yes," grimaced James.  "That's exactly what I want to do."

   In a serpentine move Sharice slid up James body and hovered over him. 
"You mean you want to eat out my asshole?"

   "Yes," admitted James.  "I want to taste your asshole just like you did
mine."

   "I like that," cooed Sharice, then kissed him deep with an abiding
hunger, one he shared with her and for her.

   "Turn around," said James.  "Give me your ass."

   "Mmmmm," murmured Sharice and switched around so James had a full view
of her big black round butt.  Then she backed her ass up to his face and he
spread her cheeks to get access to her dark brown pucker of an asshole. 
"Is this what you want?" asked Sharice.

   "Exactly," said James, his voice muffled with his face wedged deep
between the rich brown asscheeks of his first love.  "He licked at the
pucker of her ass and was delighted to find the dark flavor he craved.  The
taste of his lover's shit.  He licked the crack of her ass, across her
asshole, down to her pussy and delved briefly into her cunt, then quickly
darting his tongue back to her asshole.  He probed, loosened her sphincter,
and probed more.  He wallowed in the scent and taste of her lightly
shit-flavored asshole and swallowed it down.  He was smothered between the
heavy firm globes of her ass, and he loved it.  At the same time, Sharice
was moaning her pleasure and approval, and subsequently dove onto his dick,
sucking at the head, then swallowing him whole, then drawing back and
nibbling on him.

   Neither one would cum like this.  They both knew it, but it was a
practiced pleasuring they both remembered from years before.  One that
heightened their desire and fulfilled some dark chasm they shared.  This
way they pleasured and readied each other for the delicious fuck that was
yet to come.  Back in the day, where they were discovering each other and
their own fresh perverse desires, they would have prolonged the oral play.
They would have experimented it with various other delights, like eating
each other's shit and drinking each other's piss, but they both understood
now that this was a form of foreplay that they needed, but did not, in and
of itself, meet their needs.

   With that in mind, James drew back from Sharice's asshole and said,
"Come here." To which Sharice quickly maneuvered around to face him.  James
rolled her over so that he was above her, then kissed her again, and
simultaneously reached down, took hold of his cock and ran it up and down
the open mouth of her cunt, teasing her clitoris, rubbing over and pressing
slightly into her asshole, then back to her pussy.  Sharice helped by
reaching down and spreading her labia to give him full access.  James sunk
fully into Sharice's cunt and looked deep into her eyes.  They sighed
together.  This was the goal, the heart's desire they both shared and
needed.  The connection.

   "I love you, Sharice," said James, as he began to slowly move in and out
of her.

   Tears came to Sharice's eyes and she pulled him down onto her and
whispered in his ear, "I will always love you, James."

   "Yes," affirmed James as he began fucking her with a purpose, drilling
into her cunt and glorying in the rapture of feeling her embrace.  Sharice
dug her nails into his back and he reached down and around her big ass.  He
found her asshole and slid his forefinger into her asshole, to the hilt,and
began fingerfucking her asshole in time to his dick's rampage of her cunt.

   "Fuck me, James.  cum inside me," she panted.  "Fill my pussy."

   "Yes," moaned James.  "Let me cum in your sweet hot cunt."

   "You want to make another baby with me?" asked/pleaded Sharice.

   James raised back up so he could look into her eyes.  "Yes," he said. 
"Give me another pretty baby.  Let me see you in the eyes of another little
girl." And he began a brutal fuck of her cunt.

   "Yes," panted Sharice, building up to another orgasm herself, panting
and moaning "Do it, James.  Make another baby in me.  I want your babies."

   This blew James' mind, and her clasping cunt sucked his load out of him
as strongly as her mouth ever did.  As he exploded, he fucked Sharice with
all the power and speed he could muster.  Sharice screamed, and James
joined her, the two of them cumming together.  James was flushed red as he
froze in total abandon.  Sharice seemed to be struggling beneath him, yet
clutching him tight with her legs and arms and cunt.  Their orgasm was an
explosion and James drenched Sharice's cunt in thick spurting ropes of his
cum.  Sharice answered in turn, spurting her female ejaculant as well.  It
was messy, sticky, and smelled of strong heavy sexual expulsions.  Both
were panting, breathing hard and carried a look of wonder.  This was better
than anything they had shared before, and they both had always gauged
sexual experiences against the milestone of their shared progressive
exploration into sex and their relationship as friends and secret lovers.

   James rolled over and fell back onto the bed.

   "I never----" he gasped.

   "Me either...." panted Sharice.

   Then they laughed and embraced, glorying in whatever the fuck it was
they had just found together.

   "God, that was good," said James.  "It was never that good...."

   "Not ever," agreed Sharice.

   "Makes me wonder what is going on here," mumbled Sharice as she turned
onto her side and draped her arm over James stomach and using his chest for
her pillow.

   "Me too," droned James as he finally dropped off after several days
without sleep.

   Outside their door, peeking in and watching is fascination, and with her
little hairless pussy dripping from her self-manipulated orgasm, nine year
old Vanessa added in a small voice, "Oh yeah, me too," then staggered back
to her bedroom, still panting and wondering at what she had just
surreptitiously shared in, and wanting an even more intimate taste of the
experience.

   = Settling In

   Morning tried to intrude early in Bill Brandon's household.  There was a
banging at the door sometime just after dawn.

   "Up and at 'em, sleepyheads.  Time for breakfast!"

   It was Bill taking the place of an alarm clock and he could be heard
relaying the same message down the hall at the girl's door.

   James started to shift about and struggle out of bed but was stopped
cold.

   "Don't you dare," warned Sharice in an intense whisper as she tightened
her grip across his chest and her leg across his abdomen.  "That
motherfucker will not disturb my first good night's sleep in six months. 
You curl back up with me and cuddle your black woman.  We both need the
rest and I'll make sure you're properly fed when we get up."

   James, realizing just how comfortable he really was, acceded to her
admonition and felt himself quickly drift back into a sweet abyss of sleep
where he couldn't tell where his body left off and hers began.  This was a
magic sensation he had always felt with her, and remembering it made the
sensation all the more pleasurable.  He could drown in the love of this
woman, he knew, and only begrudge the fact that he didn't have more to
give. Without stopping to consider the track that had brought him to this
bed, he smiled to himself and slept.

   He might have slept all day except for three occurrences.  The first was
when the two girls swept into the room after their meal and hopped onto the
bed, dislodging him from Sharice's embrace.  He watched as Sharice sat up
in bed and embraced her two girls.  None of them seemed mindful of her
naked breasts.  Nor did they seem to take notice of him.

   "Morning, Mommy!" heralded Patricia.

   "Morning, honey," murmured Sharice in return, not yet awake but
obviously happy to see her.

   "Good morning Mom," added Vanessa, and then added.  "Good morning,
Daddy." to James.

   James started up and said shyly, "Morning Vanessa, Patricia."

   "Daddy?" said Patricia.  "Do we call the white man Daddy now?"

   "Vanessa calls James Daddy because she just found out he's her real
father," explained Sharice.  "You can call him Uncle James if you want."

   "I want to call him Daddy too," responded Patricia defiantly.

   "Then Daddy it is, if he's okay with it," said Sharice.  Then she turned
to James.  "You up to dealing with an adopted daughter your first day back
in town?"

   James knew he had to say something.  "You can call me whatever feels
right to you." he told Patricia, but was still a bit surprised when she
slipped up under the covers with him and gave him a big hug and a kiss on
the cheek., and then announced, "Good morning, Daddy James!"

   Not to be outdone, Vanessa hopped under the covers too, interposing
herself between James and Patricia.  She hugged James too and threw her
right leg over him to find her thigh rubbing against his naked cock, which
quickly sprang to life.  As if not noticing, Vanessa reached around him and
let her hands wonder across his bare chest and stomach.

   "I'm glad you're my real Daddy," she said.  then let her hand slip down
and across his hard cock as she turned back over to face her mother who was
looking sternly at her.

   "I saw that," she said.

   "What?" answered Vanessa, the embodiment of innocence.

   "That," said Sharice, nodding towards James and then Vanessa's hand.

   Vanessa looked back quizzically with an air of complete ignorance.

   Sharice sighed, then went on.  "Well, I'm glad you girls approve because
we're going to be living here for a while with your Uncle Bill and your new
Daddy.  And he's free to share this bed with me if he likes, so from now
on, please knock before you come in or you might get a surprise."

   "I like surprises," enthused Patricia.

   "Me too," said Vanessa knowingly, backing up her little round ass
against James' leg as she did.

   "Yes, but we don't," said Sharice.  "Am I right, 'Daddy'?"

   "Daddy?" said James.  "Oh, yes.  Right." answered James, careful to keep
his hands on top of the covers and his body still so as not to make any
untoward moves.

   The girls both laughed seeing the helpless look on James face, and that
made Sharice laugh as well.  James smiled back sheepishly.

   "'Daddy' and I would like to get some more rest.  We'll get up in a
while.  Till then, please be quiet and stay out of trouble."

   "Okay," chirped Patricia, then gave her Mom another kiss and climbed
over Vanessa to give James a big hug.  The hug was so sweet it practically
broke James' heart.  He was being swept up into a new family experience,
and he still had to sort out his family situation back in Thailand.  Still,
the little girl already had his heart and he was not about to let anything
happen to hurt her.

   Patricia grabbed Vanessa's hand and tugged on her.  "C'mon 'Nessa. 
Let's go."

   Vannesa was slow to move from her position.

   "Okay," she finally said, then kissed and hugged Sharice.  She then
turned to James.  "Don't you want to be my Daddy?" she said.

   James broke.  He couldn't help it.  He pulled Vanessa to him and said,
"Yes, I want to be your Daddy."

   Vanessa quickly snuck in a kiss on James' lips.  James tried to gently
push her towards her sister.  But not before Vanessa verified that his
naked cock had hardened for her.  She grabbed hold of that thick stick,
squeezed it painfully, smiled triumphantly and scrambled from the bed.  As
they left the room, she turned and said archly, "I hope you both enjoy your
salad." Then she giggled and closed the door behind her.

   "Salad?" said James, then answered himself.  "Oh yes, mixing the salad."
Then he grinned ruefully and smiled at Sharice who shook her head in
disdain.  The then wrapped her legs back around him and hay her head on his
chest.

   "Sleep!" she commanded, but that didn't stop her from squeezing his dick
in her hand and stroking it lightly.  But instead of doing anything else,
she whispered "Later, Baby.  After a little more rest," and drifted off
quickly.  Her even breathing was like a tranquilizer for James as well. 
Her weight on him was sweet and comfortable.  He drifted back off into
another cycle of sweet oblivion untill..

   An hour later when he gazed up to see Sharice looking down at James'
erect cock tenting the bedclothes.  She threw the covers back.  "Ah yes,"
she said.  "I like this."

   She then grabbed James' erect dick and began stroking it.  She said to
him, "Would you mind if I got some more of this white meat up my pussy.  My
coochie is getting all itchy and needs some cream to soothe it, all the way
up in the womb, if you know what I mean."

   James smiled.  "You're serious about making another baby, aren't you?"

   "Aren't you?" said Sharice.

   James took Sharice's hand from his cock, then sat up and gently pushed
her back onto the bed so they effectively switched positions.  "Yes," he
answered.  "It's not very practical and it's scary as hell, but yes, I want
to put another baby up inside you belly." Then he lowered his face to her,
rolled onto her welcoming body and kissed her deeply, easily entering into
her.  Her pussy was wide open and welcoming.  They began fucking together
as a single unit, gliding towards what they knew was a marriage of souls.

   "I love you," she told him.  "It's so good with you."

   "Fucking you is so beautiful," he answered.  "It's like fucking you
makes me complete."

   "Yes," Sharice sighed, wrapping her legs around his thighs and grinding
him deep into her.  "This makes everything right."

   The dialogue could have been interchangeable.  They shared the same
sentiments so it mattered little who said what, only that their love and
connection was voiced as well as displayed in their lovemaking.  They were
together in the finest sense, connected body, heart and soul.  They rode
the wave of joy together, reaching for each other with caresses and kisses.
It lasted a lot longer than either expected.  Their mouths and searching
fingers once again led them to a not knowing of where one ended and the
other began.  At one time or another they each suckled at each other's
nipples, they each probed at the other's assholes.  They swallowed each
other's saliva as they kissed and shared their bodily secretions.  They
stroked each other, scratched and pinched and squeezed one another until
finally James announced "I'm coming." and looking deeply into Sharice's
eyes, drowning in them, he released his sperm in a flow of love into her
inviting cunt.  This sparked a gentle orgasm for her as well and she
spasmed around him, contracting and expanding, feeding his orgasm, which in
turn, fed hers.  When they finally collapsed again together, they were
truly satiated.  Neither said a word They simply curled together, he at her
back, spooned, and again they slept.  Together, in love and at peace.

   The third occurrence took place a few hours later.  It was about noon
and James was roused from sleep.  He looked up, not into a sun brightened
room, not even into the dark eyes of the woman he loved.  Rather he opened
his eyes to find his face nestled between Sharice's open thighs and staring
right into her brown lipped, moistened pink cunt.

   "Open up, Lover," He heard her say.  "Time for your first drink of the
day."

   Knowing immediately what she meant, James glued his mouth to the exposed
urethra of Sharice's pussy.

   "Ahh," she sighed.  "Oh yes.  I have missed this so much."

   Then she let loose with a torrent of urine that James drank down as
quickly as he could.  Her piss was strong, both in flavor and in its
bursting flow.  There was no way he could swallow as fast as she evacuated
her bladder.  The piss drained down his cheeks and down his chin, pooling
on his chest and on the bed on either side of his face.  Still, he did his
best, and loved the taste and sensation.  Her piss was warm and dark and
heavy.  there was no mistaking what he was drinking, and, for him, who he
was drinking from.

   When she finally finished relieving herself, he was full, and they were
both very happy.

   "Oh, that was so good," she sighed, then laughed when she saw the mess
they had made.

   "What's wrong, baby.  Am I too much for you to handle?"

   "Definitely," said James, "but that is still the best way I could ever
imagine waking up in the morning.  You can wake me up like that any time
you like."

   Sharice dropped down and wallowed in her piss with him.  "Good," she
said, "because I always have to pee right after I wake up."

   James kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her morning piss with her.
"And how long does it take before you need to shit?"

   Sharice looked at him with a glint of dark perversity, "Oh?  have we
started something here?"

   "We started this years ago," answered James.  "The first time you asked
if I would like to see you take a shit.  Once you opened that door, I've
never been able to keep it closed."

   "Me neither," purred Sharice.  "But now it looks like we both finally
found the right partner."

   James kissed her again hard, pulling her close and rolling her onto her
back again, soaking her hair in her own piss while he entered her and
fucked her yet again.  This time, there was no outward romance to the fuck.
It was quick and furious.  He came within a few short moments, kissing her
as he did, immersed in the scent and taste and feel of her urine.

   "Oh Jesus, baby." she said.  "You've not got older, you've just got
hornier." as he pulled his quickly softening cock from her.

   Far from tiring him, this orgasm seemed to have enlivened James.  He
hopped from the bed, then took Sharice's arms and pulled her up beside him.

   "I think we have a mess to clean up," he said.  "And we should probably
start off with a shower."

   Standing naked together, the two of them embraced.  Sharice only
slightly shorter than James, but still looking up into his eyes.

   "Really, is it okay to wake you up like that."

   "Any time," answered James.  "I loved it.  Just don't be surprised if I
follow it up with a quick screw."

   "No problem," smiled Sharice and kissed him.  "Yes," she said, looking
back at the scene ruing the crime, "We definitely have to start using
plastic under sheets." Then looking back to him, "want to take a shower
with me?"

   "Only if you promise to let me watch you shit."

   "Okay," she answered softly.  "You go first.  I'll straighten up in here
quickly and then join you."

   James looked around the room.  "Let me grab something to throw on
first," he said.

   "Why?" asked Sharice.

   "Um---the kids.  The girls."

   "Don't worry about them.  They're downstairs by now, watching the tube
or playing the PSP." Then she stood tall, naked and proud.  "Why, are you
ashamed to be seen naked with me?"

   James felt chagrined and all too exposed, but he said, "No, not at all."

   They held hands, walked to the door and Sharice opened the door and
peeked out.

   "All clear," she said.  then ushered James out into the hall.  He moved
quietly and made it quickly past the girls room.  He got to the toilet at
the end of the hall, but when he opened it up he was surprised to see
Vanessa sitting on the stool, her legs splayed open and the handle of an
hairbrush raping her hairless little pussy.

   "Oops," said James.  and quickly started to close the door.

   "No," whispered Vanessa, and James froze in place.  "Don't you want to
watch?"

   Now came the moment of decision, as it always does to all of us.  James
had to choose, under pressure, which course to take, with only an instant
or less to consider.  Either to give over to temptation (or was it
opportunity), or to back away from it and to do the "right" thing.

   James stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, choosing an
irrevocable course.

   "Your mother's coming soon," he told Vanessa.

   "That's --pant -- pant -- okay.  I'm almost ---pant--- there!" moaned
Vanessa, as she spread her legs even wider so James could see the little
girl maul her own pussy with the hairbrush.  Then she looked at James'
penis lying flaccid between his legs.  The child licked her lips and rammed
the handle hard into her tender cunt.  Her eyes widened and she groaned,
"My Daddy." as her orgasm took her.  She froze and tried to grind the
handle further into her cunt but was unable to in the throes of her cum. 
She looked at James beseechingly and groaned "Help me."

   Without thinking, James moved forward, dropped to his knees in front of
her and pulled the hairbrush from her cunt.  She tried to fight him till
she saw him quickly replace the plastic handle with his own fingers, and at
the same time began sucking at her exposed clit.  He slid two fingers
inside of her flowing cunt and quickly found her g-spot.  As soon as he
made contact with that tiny roughened batch of nerve endings she stiffened
in ecstasy.  He rubbed at the dime sized spot and Vanessa clamped her legs
around his hand and head.

   "Yessssssssss" she hissed as he bit lightly at her clit and scratched
even more lightly at the sensitive spot inside her cunt.  She proved that
she was indeed her mother's daughter by squirting out the female version of
an ejaculate, drenching James mouth and helping hand.  She grabbed his hand
in her own and held him in place, as if she feared he would take it away
before she was done.  No doubt the girl was experiencing multiple orgasm
and was reluctant for it to end.

   But end it did, and when it did, James rose up and Vanessa slumped
forward against him.

   "Oooooh," cooed Vanessa.  "That was wonderful," she said sleepily.  "How
did you do that with your fingers?"

   "It's called your g-spot.  It makes you cum even stronger." said James,
who now stood up and backed off from the girl.

   Vanessa looked up at him, her legs now neatly closed.  "My Daddy," she
said.  "I love my new Daddy." Then she trembled in an aftershock of the
orgasm.  Then she shook herself and hopped up from the stool, pulling up
her shorts as she did.

   "Momma's coming," she said and was flushing the stool just as Sharice
opened the bathroom door.

   Sharice paused when she saw the two of them standing together, but
immediately relaxed when she looked at James crotch.

   "Well, I know nothing too dangerous was going on," she said.  "Your dick
is still soft."

   Vanessa realized then that James had not had an erection.  "Why?" she
asked.  "When he walked in I was using the toilet and he saw my coochie and
everything.  I thought guys always got hard when they saw a girls' thing."

   "Usually they do," answered Sharice, "but the one way to keep a man true
to you is to wear his ass out.  You are now looking at a man who has had
his ass worn out, torn-up and completely satisfied.  He got no interest in
pubescent, grown up or virtual pussy right now.  And it will be my job
going forward to make sure he doesn't, especially with a hot assed little
slut like you running around.

   Vanessa looked at James' cock and frowned.  "Does that mean he doesn't
think I'm pretty."

   "Jesus, girl, you are already a woman.  Nine going on twenty-five.  It
doesn't mean you aren't pretty or that your pussy isn't a danger zone for
him.  It just means he don't need none right now.  Flash him in an hour or
two and that big ol' white penis stand up and point at you, but I had
better not catch you doing it and I better not catch him putting any moves
on your pre-pubescent ass either."

   "Right," said James.  Then he knelt in front of Vanessa.  "Of course you
are beautiful," he told her.  "And you never need to worry about how I feel
about you.  I am very lucky to have a daughter who is obviously as smart,
cook, pretty and (he added arching an eyebrow) precocious as you are."

   "Precocious?" asked Vanessa.

   "Go look it up in the dictionary," interjected Sharice.  Then began
shooing her out of the bathroom.  "Now, if you don't mind, we need to clean
up."

   Vanessa was very intent now.  She narrowed her eyes and looked at James.
"Then how....????"

   "Later," said Sharice.

   "Later," added James.  "I promise we'll talk more about this once I'm
fully dressed and we're have a moment."

   This seemed to temporarily mollify the girl.  She exited and tromped off
down the hall and down the stairs.  Once gone, Sharice eyed James and his
flaccid cock.

   "You still want to see me shit?" she asked.

   "Hell, yes." James answered.  "My dick may have gone into hibernation,
but my interest is still fully alive." James realized immediately that he
had just explained everything, about his interaction with Vanessa as well.
He pulled Sharice close and kissed her deep.  Then turned her to face the
back of the toilet and raised the lid.  He pushed her shoulders down so she
was squatting over the stool and he had a perfect view of her big black
ass. Then he knelt behind her, taking almost the same position he had with
Vanessa, but with vastly different intent.

   "Okay, baby.  Make my dreams come true.  Show me how you shit." He said.

   Sharice looked at him over her shoulder and was gratified to see that
his dick had indeed started to stir a bit.

   "Your wish is my command....when I need to shit anyway," she said and
grunted, instantly James saw her asshole open as she pushed out a thick
brown turd.

   She paused briefly and looked again over her shoulder.  "Is this what
you want?"

   "Oh yeah," James said huskily.

   Sharice gave another anal grunt and the thick turd quickly slid out of
her asshole and splashed into the toilet bowl.  She grunted again and a
long slender rope of shit snaked out of her asshole and wound its way down
into the toilet bowl where it coiled around itself.  James watched in
fascination.  The sight of Sharice shitting for him was beautiful and
erotic.  Not the shit itself, but the primeval and animal act of
defecation. She was exposing her most base bodily functions, and it aroused
him.  It was a mystery, and made all the more fascinating because he
couldn't explain why it made his mouth water and his dick thicken and firm.
He reached out and caressed her ass.  She, in turn, reached around her and
pulled her asscheeks further apart.  This both gave him a fuller view and
allowed her to keep the long rope of shit trailing from her asshole without
any break.  James was bare inches from her asshole now.  He began jacking
off as he watched.

   At last Sharice's guts completed expelled the lengthy trail of shit and
she pinched it off with her asshole.  The tapered end dropped
unceremoniously into the toilet and Sharice sighed in satisfaction as she
turned from the waist to see her lover.  When she saw him kneeling like a
supplicant at a temple, as if her ass truly was the pedestal of his desire,
and he was doing abeyance by jacking off in his obvious adoration.

   "Ahh, that feels so much better," she said.

   "That was so beautiful," intoned James.  "I love seeing the shit come
out of your body."

   "Hmmm," murmured Sharice and started to straighten up, but James stopped
her.  "Wait," He said.  "Flush, then use your hands to lean against the
wall.  I'm going to clean you up."

   Sharice did as ordered.  She knew what was coming and was happy to
oblige.  James reached out and parted the perfect globes of her ass, then
buried his face between the cheeks.  He licked at the nasty residue of her
shit from around her anal opening.  He nipped at the sensitive flesh and
Sharice yelped.  He raised his head for just an instant and said "I told
I'd get you," and then again burrowed his way back to her precious asshole.
He growled and dug in deep with his questing tongue, licking at the heady
taste of her asshole.  She mewled in contentment as he attacked her ass
flesh and suckled at her asshole.  He gleaned her and cleaned her, only
begrudging it when there was no shit left to clean.

   All the time Sharice egged him on with here "ooohs" and "ahhhs" and
"Yes. Yes.  Eat my asshole, baby.  Taste my shit.  ruing, Jesus, I love
your tongue up my ass."

   Finally, when he pulled away and Sharice turned to face him.  He stood
up, his face red with exertion and desire.  She threw her arms around him
and declared, "Oh James, that is so sweet." and kissed him deeply.

   James was still out of breath, having been voluntarily trapped in a
suffocating heaven between the twin cheeks of her beautiful ass, and
couldn't yet respond as he wished so Sharice carried on.  "And Bill won't
see any increase in the cost of toilet tissue in this house either.  God,
baby, I ain't had a man do me like that since you did it with you more than
ten years ago.  They she clasped him tight and said, "Don't you dare take
off again.  I don't think I could survive knowing I'd be losing my personal
asswipe for the rest of my life." and then added softly.  "Stay with me. 
Please."

   James finally caught his breath.  "If it doesn't kill me.  Jeez, I loved
that.  Your asshole is my image of heaven.  Give me my choice and that's
where I'd go when I die."

   This made Sharice laugh harshly.  "That is not a pleasant image, James.
I know you have a tendency to wax poetic, but sometimes you break me up."

   "Even if I'm sincere?"

   "Especially when you're sincere," she laughed.  "But I hope you live to
eat a ton of my shit before you die." and she kissed him again.  "And I
mean to match you for every mouthful."

   "That's good to know," James said, "because..."

   Sharice pursed her lips and said, "You need to go too?"

   "No," answered James.  "but I need to piss bad.  Care to join me in the
shower?"

   "My pleasure," answered Sharice and allowed him to take her hand like a
courtier as they both stepped into the glass enclosure of the shower stall.
James joined her and they quickly turned on the water and reached a
compromise on the proper temperature.  Then Sharice said.  "How do you want
me, lover."

   "On your knees," said James, "with my dick in your mouth."

   Sharice complied with submission in her eyes.  "Use my face for your
toilet," she whispered.

   "Always," answered James and released his bladder directly into his
lover's mouth.

   Sharice didn't even try to drink it all.  Instead she savored each
mouthful she could and drank it slowly, letting James' piss drain down her
face and tits while she swallowed repeated mouthfuls the tangy urine. 
Still, there was plenty to slake her thirst and she wallowed in the
humiliation of playing her man's toilet.  James stood before her in idyllic
bliss, his eyes closed, immersed in the feel of her sweet warm mouth
accepting his draining bladder.  As the flow slowed, Sharice was able to
keep up and continued to drink the concoction of human waste they shared
such a strong fetish for.  Even slackened James' continued to piss for a
full three minutes before slackening and stopping.  As he finished, Sharice
sucked him hard, vacuuming the last of his pee in a rush into her mouth,
and she held both his dick and his piss for a moment before swallowing.

   James then helped her stand and soaped her up.  "Thank you," he said
softly.  "You are wonderful.  I love the way you drink my piss.  It feels
like you enjoy it as much as I do."

   "Oh, I do," she said.  "It's the ultimate submission, and I love
submitting myself to the man I love."

   "Does that mean we're both subs?" asked James as he leaned down to
suckle her magnificent mammaries.  "Because I love doing it too."

   "Don't know and don't care," said Sharice.  "Labels don't mean shit if
you're happy doing what you do," as she pushed him down to his knees so he
kneeled before her as she abruptly pissed right into his face.  "And I'm
very happy doing this with you."

   James was quick to attach himself to her spray of piss, and drank it
all. Then rose back up.  "Point well made," he said.  "I fully agree."

   Sharice then took the upper hand and soaped James up, then rinsed him
down, taking the opportunity to eat out his asshole, suck at his limp cock
and even suckle at his toes before finishing up and turning off the water
spigot.

   As they stepped from the shower, Sharice sighed.  "Now comes the part I
dread," she said.  "I've got to deal with my girls.  Vanessa is a little
too knowledgeable and I have to find out where that came from.  She's was
fucking before we left Houston, I have no doubt"

   "Sorry, Shar." said James.

   "Don't sorry me," responded Sharice.  "You in this too now.  You got to
deal with it just like me."

   "Um----"

   Sharice turned to face him, ready for a confrontation.  "You got
problems with that, James.  I need someone to stand with and help me make
sense of all this.  These girls were quick to accept you as their father
figure.  If you can't step up, you tell me now."

   "I'm sorry, Shar.  I'm just not sure I'm the right person for this. 
Every choice I make these days seems to be a bad one," said James.

   "You got to get off that self-pity thing, James."

   "I imagine you're right, James said.  but then added, "That's hard to do
when you feel guilt and shame eating up your gut."

   "Damn, James.  You were always s deep , but I never remember you being
so down on yourself as you are now.  You must have had one hell of a trauma
back there in Asia."

   "Thailand." said James.  "I was in and around a place called Pattaya in
Thailand when everything went to hell."

   "You want to talk about it?" said Sharice.

   "Not now.  Maybe later."

   "What about now, then?" she asked.

   James studied her for a minute, taking in this woman he used to know but
who'd become a much tougher and more authentic person.  "Fine," he said. 
"I'll do the best I can, but I can't go along with anything that makes me a
hypocrite."

   "Then lets do this thing," Sharice and handed him a towel.  He took it
and dried her off.  She replied in kind.  They then walked back down the
hall to their room and quickly dressed.

   -## Setting Things to Rights (sort of) ###

   Despite it being after noon, the day officially began with Sharice
reading the riot act to her girls.

   "Ummm-Hmmm," said Sharise as she settled into her chair.  "Kids, we got
to talk," then added abruptly, "I want to know who you been fucking,
Vanessa."

   Vanessa sat still.  She refused to speak up.

   "Vanessa!" demanded Sharice.

   "I can't tell," said Vanessa.

   "And why not?"

   "It was my idea.  I don't want to get nobody else in trouble for my
idea."

   Sharice snorted.  "Was it Jordan?"

   "No, ma'am."

   Sharice was puzzled.  Whoever had taught her girl to fuck had done so
without hurting or scaring her.  The proof was that Vanessa was a little
nine year old slut now.  She enjoyed sex, and whoever had ushered her into
the sexual environment, despite doing so at much too early an age, had not
been a bumbling child or a selfish oaf.  Moreover, Vanessa was no gullible
little girl to be drawn into a liaison without knowing what was going on.
She knew as much about sex as any whore's child might, and Sharice had no
doubt she had entered into the relationship willingly.  The scariest part
was that whoever the little girl had fucked had hooked the child on cock as
surely as many of her contemporaries were hooked on drugs.  One of her old
johns maybe.  There had been enough of them around over the past several
years, which brought another question to mind.

   "How long you been fucking then?" she asked her frightened but resolute
daughter.

   "Since I was eight," said Vanessa softly.

   "About a year, then."

   "So?" said Evangeline, "I got busted when I was only six.  Didn't hurt
me none."

   "That's a matter of opinion," responded Sharice.  "And we're talking
about our children now, not us.  I don't want my girls fucked up and
pregnant before they even get started." Then she turned her attention to
the kids again.  "Very well.  Vanessa and Patricia, you are grounded for
two weeks.  No TV and no Internet for the first week.  You can use Bill's
Playstation only with my permission." She paused, then added, "I don't want
you kids messing around like that anymore.  And, 'Nessa, next time you get
hot pants you come talk about it to me first."

   "Could I talk to my Daddy about it, instead," Vanessa asked, her eyes
switching between Sharice and James as she spoke.

   Evangeline looked from Vanessa to James and said archly, "I always
wondered if maybe 'Ness was your baby.  The timing was right, but then Shar
started fucking 'round with Jordan almost immediately so I never could be
sure."

   "My fuckup," answered Sharice.  "James never even knew about it until
last night."

   There was a moment of uncomfortable silence

   Sharice went on.

   "Vanessa, if you mean that you'll sit down in a daughter-to-father
discussion and ask for his advice, okay, but if you mean you just want to
try some white dick out for a ride, hell fuck no." And James, it is your
responsibility to bring anything you hear to me."

   "I can't agree with that," said James.

   "What?" said Sharice, rising up out of her chair.

   "Sweetheart, if it's just talk, like you say, I believe we need to
respect Vanessa's wishes.  If its really serious, life-threatening or puts
Vanessa in any kind of danger, I'll find a way to convince her to talk to
you and me about it together, but if its just secrets she doesn't want to
share with anyone else, I think its my obligation to do as she asks."

   Sharice cooled.  "I guess I can live with that," she said, then kissed
him gently, and gave him a little slap to let him know it wasn't a perfect
solution.  Sharice then sat back down and James put his hand on her
shoulder.  She caressed it and kissed it, calming down.

   "Okay," she said, then looked at the girls with steely brown eyes.  "No
more pussy licking or dick sucking either." Eric made a face at this.  He
obviously still remembered little Pat peeing in his mouth when she came. 
Sharice and the girls smiled at this.  James shifted uncomfortably. 
Sharice squeezed his hand and kissed it again.

   "What's so funny?" said Evangeline.

   "Pat peed in Eric's mouth when she had her orgasm," said Sharice.

   Vanessa laughed at that.  Patricia bowed her head in shame and Eric just
said "Yuck."

   "Don't trip on that too much, son." said Evangeline.  "That just means
you did such a good job she lost complete control.  I wish I had a man who
could eat my pussy that good."

   Sharice ignored her half-sister.  "I also need to tell you girls I have
started divorce proceedings with Jordan."

   "Yay!!!" yelped Vanessa.  Patricia said nothing but smiled at her big
sister.

   "You don't like Jordan much, eh?" asked Evangeline.

   "He hit mommy, and made her do the dirty with other men so's he could
get money," responded Vanessa.

   "I hate him," said Patricia.

   "Well, if I have my way you will never see him again.  I'm not asking
for any money from him if he signs papers that say he'll never try to
contact you girls or me again.  If that works, that part of our lives is
behind us.  I never intend to peddle my ass again and you girls will not be
exposed to that part of life as long as I can control it.

   James squeezed Sharice's hand.  He admired her for what she was doing
and the way she was doing it.  She was facing a difficult situation, and
doing everything she could to put things to rights.  He smiled his love
down on her.  The girls caught his look and beamed back at him with
beautiful smiles.  All this love was focused onto Sharice and she warmed to
it.  It gentled her.

   "Okay.  Next, you girls need to get back into school.  Today's Saturday,
but come Monday morning I'm marching you to the nearest elementary school
and enrolling you.  I expect you both to do your absolute best and behave
like young ladies.  Understood?"

   "Yes, Mommy," said Patricia.

   "Yes, Mom," said Vanessa.

   "Same goes for me," added Vanessa.  "I'm going to go back to school too.
I need to get some tools to deal with something other than the street. 
That means we all have to work together because I won't have the time or
the energy to take care of every little need you girls (or man) may have.
We all need to know that going in.  That's part of why I expect you girls
to buckle down and make the most of your education.  I don't want you to
ever have to deal with the shit I've had to."

   Then she squeezed James' hand hard.  "And I need James, your new Daddy,
to step up.  I didn't expect to find myself laying up with another man when
I decided to get us out of Houston.  I was ready to put love and sex on
hold for a while, but it don't look like that's God's plan.  We been
blessed with two kind and gentle men in our lives, even if both of them are
crazier than your a motherfucker."

   Everyone laughed, except James that is.  He was boiling in an internal
war.  "I do take parenthood seriously," he said softly.  "But I'm scared of
it too.  I screwed up bad the last time I tried my hand at it and I don't
feel terribly confident about taking on that role again." Then he looked at
the girls and Sharice.  Patricia looked worried and fearful of rejection.
Vanessa's lower lip was trembling as if he had already deserted her.

   He felt Sharice's shoulder stiffen under his hand.  "But if you all can
bear with me, and be forgiving when I fuck up, 'cause I know for a fact
that I will fuck up a lot, I'll do the best I can to be a real father to
the girls."

   He saw the girls brighten like sunshine and felt Sharice relax.

   "Does that mean you're gonna marry Momma?" squealed Patricia.

   Sharice and James surprised each other by responding at the same
instant.

   "Can't," they chorused.  Then before they caught themselves, they both
added, "I'm still married."

   "Who you married to," Vanessa demanded, who looked like she was ready to
kick somebody's ass.

   "Um--a girl in Thailand," said James.

   "ruing--," said Sharice, seeing a piece of the puzzle fall into place.

   "You gonna get a divorce too, like Mommy?" asked Patricia.

   There was an awkward moment of silence.  "I don't know," said James.  "I
haven't really thought about it.  Guess I need to contact Pong and ask her
what she wants to do...."

   "Pong?" asked Sharice.

   "That's a funny name," said Vanessa, ready to dismiss anyone who might
come between her and her new found father.

   "Got any pictures?" asked Evangeline, always quick to ask the awkward
question.

   "Um---I..."

   "Enough!" said Sharice.  "This is a topic for another time.  Married or
not, James is here with us.  Let's get ourselves together before we start
worrying too much about Thailand."

   James was relieved.  he wasn't ready to broach the subject.

   "If you all have gotten your family time out of the way, I need to grab
Shar and drag her ass down to the grocery store with me.  Bill gave me
money for food and shit, but I ain't doing it without company, and I ain't
about to drag these kids with me around the store.  James can watch them
till we get back.  Won't be much watchin' required though.  Just plant
their asses in front of Bill's big screen with the Play Station and you
should have the afternoon all to yourself."

   "Sure," said Sharice.  "People's got to eat, and this will give me and
my sis a chance to catch up."

   "Fine by me," said James, dimly aware of the Vanessa's sly smile and
glittering eyes.

   Sharice gave her kids quick kisses that were studiously ignored and
another to James who held her close and said, "Hurry back."

   Sharice winked and said "bye" as Evangeline dragged her out the door.

   James stood on the porch and watched them leave, then went in, gave a
quick check to the kids and headed upstairs to the room he was sharing with
Sharice.  He grabbed his backpack and quickly unpacked his bit of
paraphernalia.  The last item he grabbed was a little mobile media player.
He got an adapter for US current, plugged in the charger and put it on the
bedside table.  He started the photo slide show it contained and watched as
photos morph from one to another.  Silent tears started to form in his
eyes, and suddenly the door to his room flew open and a crying Patricia
swept in to completely fuck up his reminiscing.

   The little black girl jumped up on the bed and threw her arms around his
neck.  "They hate me," she cried.  "They laugh at me and say I can't play
with them.  They called me pee-pee cause I peed in Eric's mouth."

   James patted her on her back and spoke softly to her.  "Don't even trip
on that, Patricia.  And Eric doesn't have a clue of what it means when it
feels so good you lose it like that."

   "Really?" said Patricia, tears still staining her cheeks, but the sobs
evaporating.  She leaned into him.  In answer, without thinking, he let his
hand drop down to her pert round ass and was patting that instead of her
back.  Again without thinking, or perhaps it was intentionally without
thinking, he slipped his hand under her skirt and was gently squeezing and
patting her firm little butt.  He even stated rocking her a bit back and
forth so that her tiny crotch was rubbing up against him.

   A quick look of recognition came into her eyes.  A little fire suddenly
replaced the look of shame in her face.  He saw an unmistakable look in her
eyes.  Lust, it was.  Six or 60, this look was the same.  A hunger and a
desire.  She hopped off the bed, went to the door and locked it shut.  She
walked back to the bed and climbed back onto the bed and onto his lap.

   "I want to sit on your face," she said boldly.

   Hearing this from the mouth of a six year old set James's heart to
racing and his dick jerked to a sudden and complete hard on.  Patricia felt
his cock stiffen and jerk against her little pussy and took this as an
agreement.  She immediately shucked her panties and dropped them on the
floor.  "Lay back," she ordered him.

   James lay back and let the little girl take control.  His mind blanked
out any possible ramifications of what he was doing.  He was truly thinking
with his dick.  The little girl must have been letting her hairless little
pussy do the thinking for her because she quickly scrambled up to settle
her tiny smooth cunt directly onto his mouth.  "Lick my pussy," she told
him.

   Now James didn't hesitate at all.  He thrust out his tongue and began
exploring the immature slit.  He was immediately awash with the light,
sweetened smell and taste of her prepubescent sex.  She put the whole
weight of her body onto his face.  It was beautiful.  Her scent was the
clean sweet smell of a fresh prepubescent cunt.  There was the smallest
hint of urine and an immediate rush of pussy juice as he probed into the
tiny hole of her cunt.

   "Can I pee in your mouth?" she said.

   "Ummm-Hmmm," murmured James, then added in a muffled voice.  "Please
piss in my mouth.  I would love to drink your pee when you cum."

   Patricia's laugh tinkled like a little bell.  She ground her baby cunt
into his mouth.

   James reached up and held her by her waist as he fell to licking at her
miniscule clit.  Then sucking at it.  He wanted to shift her so he could
taste her little asshole as well, but there wasn't an opportunity. 
Instead, she began riding his face like a little jockey and as if his
tongue was her personal little pony.  She was surprised at the sensations
James could elicit with his studied clit sucking.  She dropped any preamble
and lost no time as she fell into fucking his face in a frenzy.  She
groaned without any inhibition and closed her eyes tight.  She came quick.
Her orgasm was just as strong as any full grown woman's.  She grabbed his
hair as she came and yelped out her cum in hot gasps.  Then, as if
fulfilling a promise, she let lose her piss into his mouth.  She was
happily surprised to find that he held her even tighter to his mouth as she
peed, and the relief that came from this combination of stimuli saw her
collapse onto him like a dead weight when her piss trailed off.

   For his part, James was exultant.  He sucked at Pat's urethra to get
every amber drop.  When she collapsed and fell forward, he shifted out from
under her.  It was now his need that was demanding release and he did so
without hesitation.  He unzipped his jeans and let his cock spring out.  He
shifted again so his dick was in front of the little girl's face.

   "Open your mouth, Patricia," he said.  "It's time you tasted some cum
too."

   The child opened her eyes dreamily, then widened when she saw James
cock. A small smile lifted the corner of her lips, then she did as she was
told and opened her mouth wide.

   James pushed the head of his cock into her little mouth and began
jacking off in a frenzy.

   "Suck me," he said, and Patricia did just that.  The warm sweet
sensation swept James immediately over the edge.  His cock began spewing
pulses of cum directly into the 6 year old's mouth.

   "Eat it," growled James.  "Swallow my fucking cum."

   Patricia drank his cum down like a pro, but couldn't keep up with him
and James saw the creamy nut drip from her mouth and down her chin and
cheeks.

   "Oh fuck yes, That's good.  That's perfect," he groaned as his orgasm
ebbed.  Patricia loved the praise and kept sucking him until the last drip
of cum had been vacuumed from his shrinking dick.

   She pulled off and smiled happily.  James collapsed beside her, cuddled
her close and whispered.  "God, Patricia.  That was a wonderful little
surprise."

   "You nutted in my mouth," she announced.  "Mommy says when a girl lets a
man nut in her mouth she better love him with all her heart." Then she
raised up and kissed him on the lips.  "You can nut in my mouth every day."
she said.

   James kissed her back.  He probed into her tiny mouth with his tongue
and gave her her first french kiss.  She took to soul kissing just as she
had to cock sucking.  Her full small bee stung mouth sucked at his tongue
and returned the favor by winnowing her little tongue back into his mouth
as well.  No inhibitions restrained her and she flooded his mouth with her
loquacious saliva.

   "I love you, Daddy." she sighed when she dropped away from him.

   "I love you too, baby girl." said James.

   "Can I always be your baby girl," cooed Patricia.

   "Always," answered James

   "Do you really like me to pee in your mouth?"

   "Loved it, baby girl."

   "Good," said Patricia, as she snuggled into to him, then added, "And I
really like eating your cum stuff."

   James kissed her on her forehead.  "I am so happy to hear that," he
whispered.

   Then she quickly dropped off to sleep in his arms.  James closed his
eyes and drifted off too, while the slide show of various combinations of
three young Thai girls and himself kept cycling in the hand held media
viewer by the bedside.

   = Bonding With Daughter

   James's nap with Patricia was cut short after about 20 minutes when
someone started scratching on his door like a cat trying to get attention.
James disentangled himself from Patricia and opened the door to find
Vanessa standing there.  They both shushed each other at the same time.

   "Pat's sleeping," he said.

   "I need to talk to you," she whispered back.

   "Okay, let's step outside," he answered and took her hand to step
outside the room.

   "I need to talk to you in private," Vanessa went on as they stood in the
hall.  Her 9 year old face a study of seriousness.

   "Okay, let's go to your room then," answered James.  He wondered what
kind of shit he was letting himself in for, but at the same time he
recognized he was already neck deep in the same kind of shit he had run
away from in Thailand, with one basic difference, that had damned him
there, and that he had vowed never to repeat.  Still, there was a link
here, he realized.  A connection that might lead him to understand what was
going on in his life, but that was for later.  Right now he needed to know
what Vanessa had to say.

   Vanessa led him by the hand down the hall to the room she shared with
Patricia.  Once inside, she locked the door.  James gulped, but said
nothing.  This smacked of deja vu and he realized little good could come of
it.  At the same time, he needed to play out the hand.

   Vanessa plopped down on her bed and patted it for James to sit down
beside her.  He did so, but cautiously.

   "What is it," he said.

   Vanessa took his hand and looked him in the eye.  "Don't tell Momma, but
I think I have a problem."

   "What's that?" wondered James, sincerely worried.

   "Momma wants me to stop fucking, but I don't think I can.  I really,
really like to fuck," she said.

   "Yes, but...."

   "I mean, I stopped fucking grownups 'cause I know how much trouble that
can cause everybody.  I fucked around a little at school and decided to
fuck Aaron 'cause he was here all the time, and I needed to feel a cock
inside me.  He was okay, I guess, but it wasn't the same as having somebody
who could make me feel good, 'stead of me making him make me feel good,
know what I mean?"

   "Actually, I think I do," said James.

   Vanessa squeezed James' hand.  "You made me feel real good in the
toilet," she went on.

   "Yes, but I don't think we ..."

   "If you don't I'll get somebody else who will," she said flatly.  "But I
like you.  I love you too.  And you're my Daddy and you would never hurt
me, right?"

   "Right, but.."

   "I won't tell Momma, or anybody else.  You saw I didn't tell when Momma
tried to make me."

   James sighed and kneeled by the bed on one knee.  "Vanessa," he said,
stroking her face and hair.  "I know I'm not a good guy.  I know I'm
attracted to my own daughter, but I love you and don't want to mess up your
life.  Incest can do that."

   "My life is already messed up," said Vanessa, leaning her face a bare
breath's distance from his.  "My Mom's a whore.  My Daddy is white.  My
fake Daddy's a pimp who treated me and Pat like we were dogs.  we were
always scared when he was around.  And I'm precocious, which I guess means
I like to fuck.  But if you love me, you should take care of me, right?"

   "Yes, but..."

   "Well, if you don't fuck me and I fuck somebody else and they hurt me or
something, then you won't be taking care of me will you?"

   "Your logic scares me," said James.

   "Well?" posed Vanessa, looking more like Sharice than she would have
liked to know.

   James kissed her, first on the forehead, then on the tip of her nose,
and then on her lips.  Vanessa opened her mouth and offered herself to him.
This was an offer James could not resist.  He kissed her deep, exploring
her sweet mouth and the fire it kindled was much stronger than it should
have been with a blowjob from her six year old sister still fresh in his
heart and mind.

   Vanessa pulled back and looked at him.  "You taste like cunt." she said
flatly.  James was ready to lie but she cut him short with an even deeper
kiss.  She evidently liked it, and besides, how did she know what cunt
tasted like?  These thoughts cycled around his brain, which left his hands
free to go exploring up and down Vanessa's prepubescent body.  She was
slender and long limbed.  Her milk chocolate skin a testament to her mixed
blood.  But she was also soft like a kitten, and he quickly found as pliant
and amenable to sexual caresses as either her mother or little sister.  He
also found out quickly that her pussy oiled up as quickly and as lavishly
as her mom's.  He trailed his kisses down her neck.  He paused briefly to
pull her blouse over her head and off.  Then she nibbled and licked at the
tiny nipples on her flat chest.  They were still sensitive for all that,
and she pressed her non-existent tits into him.  After a moment of her
cooing groans, he continued his downward journey.  He unbuttoned and
dropped her skirt onto the floor and Vanessa spread her coltish legs for
him, then draped them over his shoulders.

   "Take off my panties, Daddy," she said in a short gasp, then grinned and
added, "You can toss my salad too, if you want to."

   "You minx," muttered James, but quickly pulled the wet panties down his
little daughters slim waist and hips, down her legs and dropped them on the
floor.  He got a sparkle in his blue eyes as he stretched Vanessa's legs up
and pressed them so her knees were against her chest, and did indeed start
to dig his tongue at her little asshole.  However, he quickly found that
her asshole was much too tight for a quick penetration.  Her little asshole
was probably virgin he decided, something.  Still he worked at that little
treasure trove until it opened a bit for him.  Despite the tightness, it
seemed to have its effect on Vanessa.  She grabbed a pillow and groaned
into it.  Then pulled it from her face briefly and said, "I like that,
Daddy.  Lick my asshole, but I want your tongue up in it too."

   James pulled his face away from her slender ass and said, "I'm doing the
best I can, 'Ness," calling her by her nickname for the first time.  "But
your little asshole is just too tight." Then he added archly, "but give me
time and I'll loosen it up for you."

   "Next time," said Vanessa, pulling her legs off his shoulder and pushing
him away with her feet, but then spreading her legs wide and reaching down
to spread the lips of her cunt open for him.  "Right now I need my Daddy's
dick up inside my cunt." Then she paused or a short heartbeat before
saying, "Please fuck me Daddy.  I need you to fuck me and tell me you
really, really love me."

   A better man might have backed away then.  A smarter man might have
applied reasoning to come up with a better solution, but James and his
pedophilic dick felt this was the perfect argument to justify fucking the
shit out of his nine year old daughter.

   He dropped his pants and was amazed to find his dick fully ready and
erect.  The sight delighted Vanessa.  "Oh yes," she mewled.  "I can make my
Daddy's dick all hard and ready."

   "Yes you certainly can," said James.  He grabbed his dick and used it's
pinkish head as a swab to spread his pre cum and Vanessa's dripping pussy
juice up and down her cunt lips.  He used it to rub against her little
clit, and even probed gently at her all-too-tight virgin asshole.  To all
this, Vanessa just cooed "yes, Daddy" and "fuck me, Daddy.  Please fuck
me."

   Finally, James placed his dick at the moist entrance to Vanessa's cunt
and carefully began to penetrate her.

   "I love you, my beautiful daughter," he murmured as he continued to
enter her.  Her little love tunnel was incredibly snug, but also quite open
to him.  It was a tight little tube that felt as if each centimeter clung
to him as he entered.  James leaned down and kissed the little girl as he
filled her.

   "I love you, Daddy," answered Vanessa and used her long legs to urge him
deeper and deeper until he was fully embedded inside her cunt.

   Their kisses continued as he started moving inside her, and she moved
with him.  This little girl did indeed know how to fuck.  She sought a
rhythm that met her need.  In this case it started with a slow dance.  The
two of them immersing themselves in each other as they poured love into
each other's souls.  James found he did love his daughter, despite their
debauchery.  He wanted to protect her and to please her.  For both of them,
this was to give her the pleasure she craved at the same time he took care
to keep it in a context of love.

   He pushed up from her and found her looking deep into his eyes.  "I
really do love you, Vanessa, my sweet daughter.  And fucking you is
beautiful."

   Tears came to Vanessa's eyes.  "My Daddy." she groaned in tearful joy.
"My Daddy is fucking my pussy because he loves me." And then she threw
herself at him for another hungry kiss.  She forced a change in rhythm at
the same time.  Their fuck became a grinding fuck so that his pubis ground
against her clit as they fucked.

   "You are so good," gasped James as she used her tight hairless vagina to
clench and massage his cock as he plowed into her.  "How did you learn to
fuck so good?"

   Instead of answering him, Vanessa kissed him and speeded up the fucking
even more.  James matched her pace and added his own variation, mixing a
series of shallow thrusts, then burgeoning into her deeply and grinding
into her.

   Suddenly Vanessa blurted out, "Did you eat Pat's cunt for her, Daddy? 
Did you suck her pussy?"

   James missed a beat, but Vanessa urged him on.

   "Tell me, Daddy.  I want to know.  I hope you did.  Did you suck my baby
sister's cunt?"

   "Y-yes," gasped James.

   "Good!" exulted Vanessa as she wrapped herself tighter around James and
began short sharp thrusts of her pelvis against his cock.  "And did she pee
in your mouth?  I could taste pee when I kissed you."

   "Yes," growled James as he began driving harder into his young daughter.
"I drank her piss."

   "Yes!" Vanessa crowed.  "I want to see you drink her pee." and as she
glared defiantly up into his eyes, she said.  "I want to drink her piss
with you."

   This jolt of perversity sent James pummeling of Vanessa's tight little
cunt over the edge and he fell into full fledged orgasm.  They groaned
together in an almost vicious passion as his spewing cock matched her
spasming vagina.  They orgasmed together and locked themselves into a
relationship that contravened all of society's norms.

   The great thing is that the very same thing that would damn them in
society's eyes expanded and extended their love for each other, both as
father and daughter, and as fuck mates, into a realm only true love could
ever take them.

   Their magnificent shared orgasm left them both drenched and satiated. 
At the same time, they both realized the reality of the situation forced
them to get dressed again.

   They did, James helping Vanessa back on with her soiled panties (which
she insisted she wanted to wear) and her skirt.  James needed only zip up
as he never really undressed.

   Before leaving the room, however, James asked Vanessa.  "You okay, now,
sweetheart?"

   "Yes Daddy," answered Vanessa.  "Everything is perfect now."

   And with that they left the room together.  It wasn't until the next day
when an even greater ball of shit hit the fan.

   = Microcosm (An Interlude)

   James's revery was interrupted then Sharice and her half-sister,
Evangeline, swept back into the house from shopping.  He heard them as they
told their kids to get off the PSP and help with the groceries.  He then
heard Sharice on the stairs.  She called his name as she came down the
hall.

   "James!  Where are you, baby?"

   "In the room," he called back and found himself grinning as she stepped
into the room.  She had packages in her hand and a glow of accomplishment
about her.

   "You up for a private modeling session?" she said.

   James grinned, "With you?  any time."

   "Not just me," Sharice chortled.  "I got school clothes for the girls
too.  We're going to give you a full fledged fashion show and you get to
judge if our clothes are appropriate."

   "I love it," said James.  "It will be my pleasure to assist by watching
my girls dress up and show out."

   Sharice stopped suddenly.  "You've certainly perked up," she said as she
dropped the bags on the bed.  "It's good to see you're getting some spirit
back into you."

   "Must be infectious," he said.  "The girls and you tear away the gray
clouds."

   As he spoke, James stood, then drew Sharice into his arms and kissed
her. She kissed him back and they melted together in a sweetness that time
could never erase....but Sharice finding out I'm fucking her daughters just
might, thought James.  It also occurred to him that fucking around had the
strange anomalous effect of making him appreciate what he had in Sharice
even more.  No wonder women thought men were shit, he thought.

   Sharice then ordered James out into the living room and the girls into
James' and her bedroom.  At the same time Evangeline herded up her boys and
headed back to her own house.  "Tell Bill Sharice kicked me out," she told
James as they left.  "Said she can handle the household duties for the
weekend.  And give this to Bill for me." With that she gave James a
lingering kiss that felt like she was trying to clean his tonsils.  It left
James a bit breathless.

   He grinned lopsidedly when Evangeline pulled away.  "Um...I don't think
I should give that to Bill.  I imagine it would lose something in the
translation."

   Evangeline pursed her lips, then said, "Maybe, but you never can tell,"
and grabbed her two boys and left.

   Left in the living room by himself.  James shook off the effects of
Evangeline's kiss, then settled onto the sofa.  After a few minutes,
Sharice called "Ready?  Mind you, it will take several minutes between
modelling sessions.  We're giving you the whole show."

   "Absolutely ready!" answered James, "and don't worry about the time. 
The anticipation will be worth it." Then he watched as the six year old
Patricia came walking down the stairs.  She walked in exaggerated poise
down the stairs and walked over in exaggerated model steps to stand before
James.

   She pirouetted and asked, "You like my school dress?"

   "Beautiful," said James.  "You take my breath away."

   Patricia smiled, then lifted up her dress so it covered her face,
revealing her naked stomach and colorful cotton panties with multi colored
hearts sprinkled all over them.

   "See my new panties too?"

   "I love them," said James, admiring the little cleft of her tiny cunt at
the same time.

   Patricia giggled and then looked back up the stairs to make sure no one
was there.  She then dropped down onto her knees and began fumbling with
his zipper.  "Let me see your dick," she whispered.  "I want to suck it
some more."

   James felt a twinge of fear, but an even greater urge for more sex play
with the little vixen.  He helped her unzip him and tugged his dick out for
her to see.

   "Mmmmm," the little girl grinned.  "I'm gonna suck my Daddy's dick in my
brand new school clothes," and attacked his member with a fervor he could
not have imagined.  She gnawed and suckled and tried to jack him off at the
same time, but she was unpracticed, and couldn't quite get it all
coordinated.  Despite that, and despite a series of sexual workouts
throughout the day, James cock became fully rigid once again.  He couldn't
imagine coaxing another cum out of his balls, but he was thoroughly
enjoying the preteen's efforts nonetheless.  She was slobbering over his
cock, chewing and sucking at it like it was some hard candy treat she had
to finish before getting caught with it in her mouth, which was effectively
what was actually going on.  James held her by the back of the head and
began to fuck into her mouth with very shallow strokes.  Maybe he wasn't
going to cum, but he was going to get a full measure of pleasure from
little Pat's ardor.  Pat moaned and tried to take more of him into her
mouth, doing her best to urge him to a quick orgasm.  Her efforts were met
with frustration when Sharice yelled down to them.

   "You two through yet?  We're ready to send down the next ensemble."

   James pushed Pat away and yelled back, with a pant in his voice. 
"Yea---sure.  Send her down."

   Patricia got up from he kneeling position and pouted.  "I didn't get to
finish."

   James pulled her between his knees and kissed her hungrily.  "Next
time," he said.  "And I want to eat your little pussy again too."

   "And drink my pee?" queried Patricia with a naughty giggle.

   "Every time," whispered James, and kissed her again.

   Vanessa had already started down the stairs and saw her little sister
embracing her Dad.  A determined frown came to her.  "My turn now," she
demanded.

   Patricia giggled, "Okay," and dashed up the stairs past Vanessa, who
gave her a dirty look as she went by.  Then she turned back to James and
reframed her mood with a smile.  She was wearing a white schoolgirl dress
that had blue highlights around the collar and sleeves.  Her stroll was
more casual and with much more confidence than you would expect from a nine
year old.  When she got in front of James and blew him a kiss.

   "Were you fucking Patricia?" she whispered conspiratory.

   "No," exclaimed James in an answering whisper.

   "What then?" demanded Vanessa.

   James was quiet.

   "Well?" said Vanessa, putting her fists on he slender hips.

   James sighed.  "I let her suck my cock," he admitted.

   Vanessa broke into a big grin.  "Really?" she asked.

   "Really," said James.

   "Was she good?"

   "She made me very excited," James responded, not willing to make any
comparison between his new daughters insofar as sex was concerned.

   "Let me see," said Vanessa.  Then watched intently as James opened his
fly and revealed his thick cock to her.  The head was reddened from Pat's
determined toothy attentions.

   "Did you cum?"

   "Not enough time," answered James.  "And you pretty much drained me when
we fucked earlier."

   "Good," grinned Vanessa.  Then she added, "It's my turn now," and pulled
up her skirt to reveal her naked little cunt.

   "I didn't wear any underwear," she whispered and gave James a beautiful
view of her smooth hairless cunt.  She then turned and showed him her ass.
Looking back, she quickly bent over and spread her ass cheeks to reveal her
pinprick of an asshole to him.  "Do you like my show?" she asked.  "You
want to suck my asshole now?"

   James answered by leaning forward and planting a french kiss directly on
her anus.  Vanessa yelped "ruing!" and James said.  "This is the best
fashion show I have ever seen" he said, then added in a whisper meant only
for Vanessa, "or tasted."

   Vanessa turned to James and hopped onto the sofa, straddling him so that
he was looking almost directly into her hairless little cunt.

   "Its my turn to pee in your face," she said.  "Suck my pussy, Daddy. 
Drink my nasty pee." As soon as she felt his mouth cover her urethra, she
released a hot sweet stream of little girl piss into his mouth.  James
tilted his head and effectively let her drain her urine bladder right down
his throat and into his stomach.  It was a steamy nasty piss and Vanessa
ground her pussy into James face as she did.  when the stream stopped,
James probed into her cunt and sucked at it.  Vanessa shuddered and her
knees gave way as an unexpected orgasm surprised both her and James.  James
was good for it, though.  He grabbed her by her ass and kept her poised
over his face while he sucked at her clit.  Not surprising now that she'd
learned how to do it, Vanessa sprayed him with her little girl ejaculant.
The taste was light and fresh and little-girl pussy sweet.  Vanessa,
grabbed James by the back of his head and held on for dear life as her
orgasm bore her onto a new level of pleasure.  Her eyes rolled back and she
fought to retain consciousness, barely succeeding.

   When she was done she pushed away from James and would have fallen onto
the floor in front of the sofa if he hadn't had his arms firmly on her ass.
She wound up standing in front of him, gasping and flushed, amazed at what
had just happened.

   "How----?"

   James grinned, "I don't even know, pumpkin.  That was intense."

   "Oh yeah," gasped Vanessa.  "It was great.  I want to pee in your face
again."

   "Soon," agreed James.  Then Vanessa looked down at James steel hard
cock, turgidly pointing to her.  "Got to--" she muttered and leaned over to
take him into her mouth, but before she could get into it, there was a loud
"Ummmm-Hmmm!  My turn again!" from the top of the stairs where Patricia
stood.  She was watching them and her jealously was very evident.

   "'Kay!" yelled Vanessa.

   "Next time," whispered James.

   Vanessa straightened and glared at James, " You better not give her your
cum.  I want it."

   James grinned.  He wasn't about to claim there was enough for everybody,
because he was sure there wasn't.  He felt tremendously gratified that both
girls were intent on feeding on his sperm and that only made his dick lurch
again.  Vanessa saw it and roughly shoveled it back into his pants, then
zipped him up.

   "Mine!" she claimed.  Then the turned and glared at Patricia.  "Mine!"
she repeated.

   Patricia pouted and squinted her eyes.  "Mine too!" she claimed.

   This might have gone on for some time or until the three of them
degenerated into a father and daughter threesome, but Sharice's voice cut
into the mix from the bedroom.  "Move it along, girls.  We still got
another set of outfits to go, and I've still got my own special surprise
for James.

   James's grin turned to one of chagrin.  Now he knew who he needed to
save "it" for.  His woman.He could tease and please his little girls until
they peed their panties and creamed all over him, but it was that big
butted woman down the hall who was going to get his blast of cum this
afternoon.  This little game could only have one ending if he wasn't going
to wind up heading to jail tonight, and that was pleasing his lover and the
mother of his girls.

   "Go," he said and cupped Vannessa's little ass to give her gentle shove
towards the stairs.  "We've got to be a little careful."

   "Okay!" Vanessa yelled up the stairs.  "I'm coming.  Ooops," she
whispered.  "I already did."

   Vanessa giggled and glared defiantly at Patricia, then skipped back up
the stairs, elbowing Patricia as she went past her.  She looked back and
flipped her skirt up before stepping out of sight, giving both James and
Pat him one last delicious look at her naked ass before disappearing.

   Patricia drooped her way down the stairs.  This time she was wearing a
brightly colored blouse and a yellow skirt, but her enthusiasm had
evaporated.  She suddenly spouted tears and ran to James, hopped up on his
lap and kissed him impetuously.

   "I love you, Daddy" she said.

   "And I love you, my baby girl," answered James.  He let his hand wander
up under Patricia's skirt and caress her little girl vulva.  She squirmed
against him and kissed him again on the lips, then hopped off his lap.  She
looked and saw the outline of his cock in his jeans and looked behind her.
Then she quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, kissed it on
the mouth of his piss-hole and whispered.  "Fuck me."

   "I can't do that," James said.

   "Why not?  You fucked Vanessa.  I heard you say so."

   "Yes," he said, still whispering a little desperately, but wanting to
explain, "but Vanessa's pussy has been stretched out.  Your's is still way
too small to fit a grown man's cock into it."

   "Then stretch me," demanded Patricia.  "I want to fuck you too."

   "No, Pat.  It would hurt you, and that's something I never want to do."

   Pat pouted.  "It's not fair," she complained.  "Vanessa gets to do
everything."

   James smiled warmly at the little girl.  "Let me lick your little
pussy," he whispered.  "Would that make it better?"

   Patricia pursed her bee-stung lips and said, "Only if you tongue fuck my
butt too.  I saw you do that to her."

   "My pleasure," said James, and tumbled Pat down onto the sofa to reverse
their positions so he was now kneeling.  He hiked up her skirt and pulled
the crotch of her panties to the side, then quickly attacked her tiny
snatch.  She was all baby fat and smooth skin, with the freshened little
girl smell he had come to love.  But time was short and he had promised to
keep, so he quickly upended her enough to dig into her asshole with his
tongue.  He got a nasty little surprise when he did.  The little girl
didn't wipe well and he got a deep whiff and a long smear of little girl
shit to sniff and lick up, all the way up and down her ass crack.  For some
reason, this made James almost mad with desire and he had to take it out on
the child.  Strangely, digging into her asshole with his tongue was much
easier than it had been with Vanessa.  He was able to probe deep into her
anus without any difficulty.  Patricia broke out with a giggle.

   "Ohhhhh!  I like that," she squealed, then reverted to whispering.  "Eat
my butthole, Daddy James.  Suck my dooky out."

   James did his best to comply, jacking himself off as he did, then
suddenly found his tongue forced out of her asshole and his mouth filled
with little girl shit.  He almost gagged, but forced himself to swallow
instead.  Patricia gifted him with two mouthfuls, then clamped her little
asshole shut.  James quickly cleaned her up and licked as sucked any
residue from her ass

   It was not Vanessa's turn to interrupt.  "Enough!" she yelled.  "You're
taking too long!  My turn." she said loudly.  James looked up to see
Vanessa frowning down at them.  He rose, his agitation clearly showing with
the stiffness of his cock and the pre-cum that wetted it bulbous head.

   "Everything okay down there?" called Sharice.  Do I need to come down?"

   "No Momma!" said Vanessa in response.  Pat's just showin' off for
Daddy." Then to Patricia, "Get your fat smelly butt back upstairs and
change 'fore you mess up your clothes, girl."

   Patricia put her panties to rights and smoothed her skirt, then walked
proudly up the stairs.  She stuck out her tongue at her elder sister as she
passed her and whispered in her ear.  Vanessa cocked her fist back as if to
take a swing at Patricia, but held off.  It was only after Patricia had
retreated into the room again and she saw the door close that she fled down
the stairs and unceremoniously pushed James back down onto the couch,
straddled his lap, forcing the head of his dick up into her tight
little-girl pussy.  She hunched against him and said clearly, "You like
this outfit Daddy."

   "Oh, yes!" said James, doing his best to keep his voice under control.
"I love the way you look (and feel, he whispered) in this outfit.  It's
perfect."

   Vanessa closed her eyes and ground down onto his cock.  "Fuck me, Daddy,
she begged, Fuck me with your thick white dick."

   James kissed her small baby mouth and began hunching into her slick
tight hairless pussy.  Her little snatch squeezed was tight, but slick. 
She was determined to ride him to completion, and it was a wonderful
torture as James gritted his teeth with a determination that he would not
get another nut unless it was inside his black woman's body, and not her
beautiful daughters.  He began to fuck her with frenzy to get her off
quickly before his nut popped into her tiny womb.  It worked in that
Vanessa buried her face into his shoulder and bit down to keep from making
too much noise.  She met his crazed fucking with frenzy of her own and rode
him hard and fast then suddenly came hard and fast.  James was barely able
to keep himself from crying out, but somehow managed to keep his sperm
contained.  There may have been seepage.  There may have been enough sperm
drain into her little cunt to make a baby if she had been old enough to
conceive.  But he had held off from a full fledged orgasm....just barely.
Breathing half in relief and half in despair, he pushed the child slut from
his cock with a slurping sound.

   Vanessa smiled a little grin of trumph, closed her eyes and breathed
deep.

   "I like showing you my clothes like this, Daddy."

   "Me too," sighed James, stuffing his fat white unrelieved cock painfully
back into his pants.  "And you look great in white." The double entendre
was not lost on the nine year old and she giggled softy and kissed him,
thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.  When she pulled away she made a
face and said, "You taste like shit," she said.  Then threw herself onto
him and kissed him again.  "I like to it." she said.

   This brought an added smile to Vanessa and another lurch to James's
cock, which she felt against her skinny ass.  Still brimming with pride,
she turned to walk away, tossing some extra wiggle into her non-existent
hips and she did.  Again, she flipped up her skirt as she started up the
stairs and looked back to see James rubbing his cock through his pants as
he watched her walk away.

   Next," she said simply.

   What was next was Sharice, the love of James' boyhood and the mother of
his newly discovered daughter and her younger sister.  And he was
determined to fuck her here and now.  She truly did take his breath away
when she came walking down the stairs.  She hadn't bought any school
clothes for herself.  Instead, she had on a sheer short robe.  Her stroll
to James was deliberate and sexy.  When she got over to him she opened the
robe to reveal a panty and bra set with an open crotch and a bra that held
up her magnificent breasts without actually covering them.  The mounds of
her tits stood up before her, the large brown nipples were erect.

   "I got this for you, baby," she said.

   "God, you are beautiful," he said and slipped off the sofa into a
kneeling position before her.  He borrowed his face into her open crotch
and inhaled the musk of her cunt.  He used his tongue to burrow into the
furrow of her pussy and probed her.  She placed her hands on his head and
ground into him.  When he pulled away his face was glistening with her
juice and his eyes were glazed.

   So I don't need to take it back?" she asked.

   "Never," he said.  "I think this is perfect."

   Then he surprised her by standing abruptly, ripping down his zipper,
using his knees to separate her legs and immediately thrusting his cock up
into her unprotected pussy.

   "I've got to have you now," he said hoarsely.

   "Wait," she said trying to disengage him, "The girls--"

   "Fuck the girls," he whispered.  "I've got to have you right now."

   Rather than argue, and more than a little receptive to his attention,
Sharice acquiesced.  "Okay, baby, but hurry." she said, Then met his upward
thrust with an awkward downward one.  Despite her experience, this was a
new position for her, and she wanted to savor the experience.  "Fuck me,
baby." she cooed.  "Fuck your black woman with your white dick."

   She might not have been so amenable if she'd known both her little girls
were watching them.  But James knew.  He was looking right at them as he
fucked Sharice.  The two little girls were fascinated by what they saw.

   "Of fuck yes," he groaned.  "I want to cum inside your sweet cunt and
make a little brother or sister for those girls."

   This must have been what Sharice wanted to hear because she suddenly
gave herself over to the impromptu sex scene.  She may not have planned it,
but it felt like the natural outcome of bringing her naked body into his
embrace.  The two girls were wide eyed in amazement.  The thought of their
Mom getting together with James hadn't included the possibility of another
sibling, until this very moment.  For his part, James's desire was spiked
even more when he saw both girls dug at their tiny pussies while he fucked
their mother with intense abandon.

   It was over in a minute.  The miraculous thing was that James and
Sharice had a simultaneous orgasm.  They strove together like mated horses
in a harness, reaching their destination at exactly the same instant.  She
squirted, He spurted and they both cried out together.  The girls watched
in awe as their Mom and new Dad showed them how good a quickie could be,
and the very real possibility that they might be watching a new baby being
conceived only egged on their own masturbatory glee.  Nor did it escape
either of them the value of prolonged teasing in getting a man totally
primed for seduction.  James had come with a remarkable intensity within a
minute of entering their mother.  The fact that their Mom had cum too was a
total mystery.  They did not yet understand the magic of sexual chemistry.,

   Happy and gasping in release, Sharice smiled, stepped back and pursed
her lips.  The girls took this as their que to rush back to their own room
to finish their own climb to their respective orgasms.  James wondered
exactly how the two little vixen sluts would accomplish this.  His mind was
wrenched back to look at Sharice.  His cum was dripping down her and she
had a triumphant look about her.  "I think that worked out well," she
smiled.  Then she quickly turned on her heel and called to the girls "Your
Daddy approves of all our clothes.  You can change back to your regular
clothes now."

   I guess I better go change back too," she said to James, leaning forward
into his arms and embracing him.  "I still have to get school supplies for
the girls.  I'll just walk down to the market and get them.  Think you can
handle Pat and 'Ness for a little while more?"

   James arched his eyebrow and sighed.  "Yeah, sorry I didn't get a full
dose of what's under your robe."

   Sharice kissed him deeply and said, "Tonight.  I promise.  Besides, our
special tastes need more privacy than we could get right now."

   James nodded in understanding, both of the truth of the matter, and the
promise that implied.  He figured he had a nasty night waiting for him.  He
hoped he was up to it.



   James spent the afternoon and evening nursing his libido back to full
strength.  His experiences of the day satiated him, but the promise of what
he had coming to him that evening gave rise to hot, inter=racial fantasies
starring Sharice and him.

   Meanwhile Sharice took control of the household.  She prepared him a
late lunch.  Worked with the girls on what they needed to do on Monday, hit
the Internet and researched the local colleges and what she needed to do to
register.

   It was early evening when Bill got back.  It didn't seem to bother him
at all that Evangeline had been evicted.  He even seemed to get a sparkle
in his eye.  Then, when Sharice was in the kitchen putting together the
evening meal and the girls were upstairs, Bill and James leaned back in the
living room while a college background played on the tube.

   Bill turned his attention to James.  "You need to take a week or two to
chill or are you ready to get to work immediately?"

   "Huh?" asked James.

   "Work, man.  You gonna need a job if you ain't got no money, and I got a
spot open if you up to managing one of my stores."

   "Are you serious," said James.

   "Oh yeah," said Bill.  "And this isn't charity either.  I know I can
trust you.  I got a spot open and I need a man I can depend on to offset
some of the stress of management off my back.  Its one of my smaller
stores, but its a cash cow.  Business is good, and I'm in way too much
demand to spend my day running from store to store just to keep the
motherfuckers on their toes.  You'll be doing me a favor and putting some
money in the bank at the same time.  You up for it?"

   "Hell, yes." answered James.  "Man, you are a godsend."

   "That's what my women tell me," laughed Bill.  Then he added, "Cool,
then.  We got to get you the proper clothes and shit.  We'll do that
tomorrow.  Then we're in business.  You got a job and I get to relax a
little."

   Bill sighed happily.  He loved win/win scenarios, and this was one of
them.

   "Come and get it," interrupted Sharice at the door of the dining room.

   "My favorite phrase," said Bill and headed to the table.

   The girls whirled down the stairs and to the table even before James and
Bill sat down.  They fought to squeeze both their chairs next to James. 
Then when Sharice came out of the kitchen and put finishing touches on the
table, She wedged herself between James and Vanessa to plant a deep loving
kiss on James .  Bill laughed to see James, Sharice and the girls all
cuddled up together.

   "Well, this didn't take long." he said.  "Great!  The four of you look
good together."

   Everyone laughed.  Then Sharice caught Bill up on her decisions and Bill
told her that James was signing on to his business team.  James kept noting
little hands groping at his cock under the table, but did his best to focus
on the adult conversation.  By the time dinner was finished, hid dick was
rock hard and he was determined to drag Sharice off to their room as
quickly as possible.  His desire was thwarted when Sharice dropped her
spoon and fork to the table and spoke.

   "While you girls do the dishes, James and me are gonna borrow Bill's car
to run out to Walmart's and stock up on school supplies," Then she fixed
her big brown eyes on her brother and said, "That okay?"

   Bill placed his hands up defensively, and said, "Hey!  no problem.  Long
as you bring my ride back in the same condition you take it in."

   "Great," smiled Sharice.  "C'mon James."

   Vanessa piped in, "Take Pat with you.  She always complains about her
stuff.  I'll wash the dishes by myself."

   "Yay!" yelped Patricia, but it wasn't possible to tell if she was
celebrating going with her mom and James or getting out of dishwashing
duty."

   Sharice mused, "You're right.  This child worries more about the color
of her pencils than she does about her grades.  Might as well solve a
problem before it happens." Then she said.  "C'mon you two.  Let's get this
done.  There's still something I got to take care of when we get home,"

   "What's that, Momma," asked Patricia.

   Sharice's eyes lit hotly on James."I got a man to wear down into
absolute submission," she grinned,

   "ruing!  that sounds like fun," Vanessa laughed.  "Can I help."

   "No thank you, little girl.  This is a job for a full grown woman."

   Bill looked at James.  James shrugged, "What can I say?" said James. 
"The truth's the truth."

   With that James, Sharice and Patricia headed out.

   "You want to drive?" asked Sharice as Bill showed them the keys.

   "Sure," said James, "Which side of the road to they drive on here?"

   Sharice grabbed the keys as if that sealed the discussion.  "Never
mind," she said.

   They all piled into the front seat of the truck.  Patricia sat in back,
but kept a running commentary on what she wanted to get for her new school.
Then, when they pulled in the parking lot, Sharice suddenly exclaimed,
"Shit!  I was so busy thinking of how I was going to fuck you senseless
tonight forgot my purse." She looked at James.  "Would you mind driving
back to get it while Patricia and I do the shopping?"

   James grinned, "No problem," he said.  That'll give me a chance to work
on my strategy for tonight too.

   Sharice pulled up in front of the store and kissed James.  "Hurry back,"
she said.  Patricia climbed up over the seat and demanded equal treatment.
'Yeah, hurry." she said.

   "Will do," said James.  He then retraced the route back to Bill's place.
The car keys included the keys to the house so he slipped on in without
knocking.  When he got inside though, he was greeted by the unmistakable
moans of sex.

   "Ooh fuck," that's good moaned Bill.

   "Yes, Uncle Bill, Fuck me.  Fuck me deep."

   "You are so fuckin' tight."

   "And you are so fuckin' big." crooned the little girl.

   The conversation then quickly degenerated into unintelligible moans and
groans.

   James couldn't have been more surprised if someone had shot him when he
walked through the door.  Very quietly, he made his way over to the door to
Bill's room.  It wasn't locked and he carefully turned the knob, cracked
the door and peered inside.

   Sure enough, he saw Vanessa straddling Bill with his big black cock
undoubtedly buried to the hilt in her snug preteen pussy.  How she was
accommodating it, he had no idea, but they were both obviously drowning in
illicit bliss from the looks of them.  Vanessa was riding her uncle with a
passion he had hoped was reserved for himself.  He felt a small bite of
jealousy and resentment, but not so much as to overwhelm him.  He was
intent on gathering as much information as possible.

   "Goddamn!" growled Bill.A "You fuck so damned good."

   Vanessa laughed and ground down onto him.  "You too," she said,
wriggling her little brown butt.  "And you taught me how to fuck good too."

   "Uhhggh!" growled Bill in return.

   "I want you to play with my butthole," said Vanessa.

   "Say what?" gasped Bill, suddenly shaken from his trance.

   "Play with my butthole.  I like it."

   "Where you learn about that?" Bill demanded.

   "Don't ask!  just do it." Vanessa responded.

   James saw Bill reach around Vanessa's round little butt and probe at her
asshole.

   "Like that?" teased Bill.

   "Yeah.  Like that," cooed Vanessa.  Fuck my butt with your finger while
I fuck your big ol' dick with my pussy."

   "Hell, yeah, little girl.  Fuck it.  We need to get this nut before your
Momma gets back home."

   James thought, and what about her Daddy.  but held back.  He wasn't
going to steal their orgasm from them.  They were going to be busted, yes.
But he wasn't the blameless Dad.  His musing was shattered when Bill said,

   "Oh, God, girl.  You are just as tight as when I took your cherry."

   "But I know how to use my pussy now," she chided and must have done
something internally because Bill cried out "Oh Yeah!" and Vanessa started
riding him fast and hard.

   James understood now where Vanessa had learned how to fuck, and who had
gently ushered her into the sexual world.  It surprised him.  He would
never have pegged Bill for a child lover, but then he would never have
pegged himself for one either.  And he realized now he had some questions
to ask Bill that demanded some answers.

   Again his thought process evaporated as he watched his little girl ride
his best friend's cock to orgasm.

   "Ohhhhyyyezzzz!!" cried Vanessa.

   "ARRGH!  HAHAHA!" Bill half growled/half laughed and they both seemed to
struggle with paralysis as she froze atop him in ecstasy, and he thrust
hard up into her, emptying his cum deep into her.  Then James saw Vanessa
collapse onto her uncle and saw his prick slip out of her, as her open
pussy poured out his cum back onto his groin.

   "Fuck, that was good," gasped Bill.

   "Yes, yes yes," gasped Vanessa.  "I missed your big fat cock, Uncle
Bill."

   Bill laughed, "And I've been missing your tight little cunt."

   James took this as his cue..."Well, I didn't miss much," he said as he
swung open the door to Bill's bedroom

   = Reaching An Understanding With Vanessa James watched with only the
mildest touch of humor as his best friend and his nine year old daughter
scrambled to cover themselves.  This was the first time he'd seen Vanessa
show any embarrassment or shame in her nudity, and he wasn't sure why.  She
certainly hadn't had any inhibitions while fucking Bill.  As for Bill, he
looked like he expected the earth to swallow him whole.

   James cleared his voice.  "I came back for Sharice's purse."

   Bill looked to James with pained eyes.  "I'm sorry man.  I didn't--I
mean I don't--I..."

   "Never mind," interrupted James.  "Get hold of yourselves.  I'm not
going to do anything extreme, but I do need to get Sharice's purse and get
it back to her."

   Then he left the room and went to the bedroom he shared with Sharice. 
He had already decided not to talk to Sharice about what he had just seen.
He also decided he wasn't going to tell Bill he had fucked Vanessa just a
few scant hours ago.  In fact, he didn't know exactly what he was going to
do, but he didn't intend to either let go of this new discovery, that his
daughter was fucking her uncle and evidently had been since she was eight.
Nor did he intend to make trouble for either of them.  But he did need to
understand.

   Also, his heart was broken a little bit.  He thought that his
relationship with Vanessa might banish her need for other men.  That didn't
appear to be the case.  He had to deal with that too.

   He saw Sharice's purse sitting at the mirror and grabbed it.  He then
started back out the door.  He turned to see Vanessa standing in the door,
crying.

   "Daddy, I'm sorry."

   James looked at her.  He wasn't quite sure how to react.

   "Okay," he said.  "Accepted.  We'll talk about this later."

   "Are you going to tell Momma?"

   "Is that what you're worried about," asked James, a little pissed.  He
took a breath.  "No, I'm not going to tell your Momma.  Now, go clean
yourself up."

   Vanessa just stood in front of him.  Part of him wanted to be cold, but
seeing her there, standing naked and vulnerable, he couldn't do it.  He
could see that she was scared, but that wasn't all.  Disappointed in
herself, perhaps?  He couldn't tell, but he felt he did know what was
called for right now, so he knelt before her.  Seeing Bill's jism still
dripping from freshly fucked cunt, he quickly refocused onto her face.  He
felt he had to say something.  "Don't worry," he said softly.  "I won't
tell your Mom and I won't get your Uncle Bill in trouble."

   Vanessa's lower lip trembled when she spoke, "But do you still love me?"
she sobbed, and grabbed him around the neck with her arms.

   Without knowing it, that was what James had really needed to hear.  He
only knew it when she said it.  It meant she knew there was more to their
relationship than a perverse fling.

   "Yes, sweetheart.  I still love you.  I'm hurt.  And I'm not sure how
I'm going to handle this, but I love you.  You are my daughter, and now
that I've found you, I'm not going to let you go."

   Vanessa began crying again, this time in relief.  James felt his own
heart tear, but kept himself in check.

   "You go wash up," he said.  Then he kissed her softly on her cheek and
tried to disengage from her, but she wouldn't let go.

   "I have to go," he said.

   "Will you come back?" she whispered.

   "Yes, I promise," he said, and sealed it with s deeper, tongue kiss that
tenderly explored her open mouth as she, more hungrily, drew him down into
her throat.  Only when she was satisfied with the kiss did she reluctantly
let him go.  James then took her hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to
the bathroom, then I've got to go."

   He lifted her to his chest, her long legs dangling over his arm.  She
buried her face into his neck, He walked to the toilet and Vanessa and set
her down on her feet.

   "Shower," ordered James.  "We don't want your Momma to see that stuff
running down your legs."

   "Will you clean it for me?" asked Vanessa softly.  I'll suck your cock
for you if you do.  I'll toss the salad too.  Anything, just don't leave
yet."

   James smiled with chagrin and kissed her again, this time more chastely
on the lips, tasting salt from her tears and whispered.  "I really do love
you.  I won't run away." he promised.  "I don't want you to fuck around
with me to get me to do something.  It's not necessary.  C'mon, we'll clean
you up quickly and I've really got to get out of here."

   Vanessa took his hand and he joined her in the toilet.  She looked at
him with a bit of embarrassment.

   "I think I need to use the toilet," she said.

   "No problem," he said.

   "No, I mean I think I need to shit," she blushed as she admitted her
distress.  This finally broke James reserve.  His girl--yes, he was now
thinking of Vanessa as his little girl--who he had witnessed fucking her
cousin, her uncle, and who he himself had fucked with all abandon, was
embarrassed at him seeing her take a bowel movement.  He laughed.  He
couldn't help it.  Of course, Vanessa had no idea what he was laughing
about and said so.

   "What's funny.  Everybody has to go to the toilet."

   "They certainly do," said James.  "Even little girls who fuck all their
relatives."

   Vanessa was confused.  She knew her Daddy wasn't mad or sad now, but she
didn't understand why he would be so happy.

   "I don't understand," she admitted.

   James squatted down on eye level with her again.  He kissed her.  Deep.
It was a surprise to Vanessa, but she quickly recovered enough to hold on
to him tight and press her lean body into him.

   When they relaxed from the kiss, James whispered, "I want to see you
shit.  Then I want to use my mouth to clean up your asshole." he said.

   Vanessa looked at James as if she had just realized what he had said,
and with the stark realization that he meant it.

   "That's so nasty," she said, now smiling herself as she realized she was
being ushered into the mysteries of shit sex, something she had wanted
since she realized he had eat out her asshole and when she saw him suck
down little Patricia's shit from her 6 year old asshole like it was some
kind of candy.

   "It sure is nasty," said James.  "Let's admit it.  You are my beautiful
little slut daughter, and I'm your super nasty daddy."

   "I'm a slut?" said Vanessa.

   "Absolutely," answered James.  "A wonderful, sexy, horny, fucking slut."

   Vanessa couldn't tell if this was an insult or a compliment until James
added, "And I love you all the more for it.  From now on, you are my little
slut.daughter And you know something?"

   "What?" asked Vanessa, hope beginning to rise in her voice.

   "I don't like to share.  Especially when it comes to someone I love. 
Next time you want to fuck somebody other than me, you ask for my
permission.  If I say no, you keep that tight little pussy reserved for
your old man.  If I say yes, I expect you to keep everything else reserved.

   "What?" Vanessa said, confused again.

   "I mean, your lips, your mouth, your little titties, your asshole, your
piss and your shit.  They're mine.  If you have to get your pussy ploughed,
and if I'm not available to do it, I don't want you to share anything else
with anybody.  Not even your uncle.  No more playing with your asshole.  No
move dick sucking.  That's all reserved for me.  Got it?"

   Vanessa smiled demurely.  "I like that," she said softly.  Then she
giggled.  "You're a freak," she said.

   "Absolutely," James agreed.  "and you're a slut."

   "I'm my Daddy's slut," chimed Vanessa, now grinning brightly.

   "Good," said James, grinning as well.  "Now let me see my little girl
slut take a shit."

   Vanessa sat down on the stool.

   "No," said James, I can't see you shit like that.  Stand in the shower."

   Vanessa did as she was told, despite not understanding what was involved
in this new nasty thing, but James could see the child was intrigued by it.

   James quickly peeled off his clothes and joined her.  He sat down so she
straddled his legs with hers and his face was at eye level with her little
ass.

   "I want you to shit standing up," he said.

   "What?" exclaimed Vanessa.  She couldn't believe what her Daddy was
asking her to do.

   "But--but if I do that, I'll get dooky all over you."

   "Looks that way to me," agreed James, but that's the price I have to pay
to see my little girl open up her asshole and shit for me.In my opinion,
it's well worth it."

   "You are crazy," said Vanessa.

   "No doubt," agreed James again.  "Now, you gonna shit or keep telling
your dad he needs a psychiatrist.

   Vanessa beamed.  "I'm gonna shit all over my Daddy," and did just that.
She squatted slightly, which opened up her tightly packed asscheeks enough
to let her asshole open.  James quickly grasped the round little mounds of
her ass and spread them.  A quick grunt and Vanessa's shit emitted from her
asshole like a rocket flair.  Her shit splattered out of her asshole and
down onto James's groin.  Some of the splatter landed on his now erect
cock, but some hit his chest and stomach.

   James laughed.  "This wasn't quite what I expected.You really are
shitting all over me."

   "You want me to stop?" panted Vanessa, who was afraid she was doing
something wrong.

   "No!" said James, moving his face even closer to the nine year old
child's ass.  "Now that we've started, I want you to cover me with your
nasty shit."

   Vanessa grunted again, but this time, when James saw the little pinprick
of an asshole start to distend itself he glued his mouth to it and licked
and sucked at it.

   "ruing!" squealed Vanessa, but pushed even more when she realized her
Daddy had every intention of ingesting her shit as it came out of asshole.
"You are sooooo nasty, Daddy.  You're even eating my shit."

   And she grunted again.

   James got a mouthful of truly nasty shit, but it wasn't the taste of it
that drove him.  In fact, it made him gag, but the deeper realization that
his little girl was sharing the dirtiest and nastiest aspect of her
humanity with him made him hungry for more.  He swallowed it and licked at
her asshole, Whereas it was previously tightened close when he had tried to
tongue fuck her, her relaxation of it while shitting gave him the
opportunity to explore the filthy interior of her anal cavity.

   Vanessa started crooning "Ohhhhh.  Eat my asshole, Daddy.  Suck out all
my shit."

   Her Daddy did his best to accomplish just that.Meanwhile the effect on
his cock was powerful and immediate.  Vanessa watched him jack off as he
probed into her ass.

   Breathlessly he pulled away and gasped, "You done, sweetheart?"

   "You want some more, Daddy?"

   "If you got more, I want it," said James.

   "Then suck my butthole more Daddy.  I'll make some more shit for you."

   James leaned in again and licked deeply into her asshole.  As he did,
Vanessa ground her asshole to his mouth.  She concentrated and did her best
to relax.  It took a minute but she finally was able to push out the last
of her excrement.  This last was more solid than what had come previously,
and it slid out of her like an small oiled lump.  James practically choked
on it as it lodged in his throat but he quickly swallowed and had
successfully ingested a full load of little girl shit.

   He loved it.  Vanessa did too.  This was first for her, but she already
knew it wouldn't the last time she would play shit games with her Daddy. 
In fact, she was already wondering what it would be like to reverse their
position.

   James stood up, He was smeared with her shit.  He stank of it.  And
Vanessa, suddenly realized something she would never have guessed.  In the
right circumstances, the nasty smell of shit could be a turn on.  It
certainly was for James.  His dick was rock hard again.  He grabbed his
little girl and lifted her up.  She embraced him and said "Yuck!" at being
smeared with her own shit, but welcomed his shit flavored tongue rape of
her mouth anyway.  She then felt him lower her to his cock.  He pierced her
cum slickened pussy mercilessly, and she cried out with joy.

   "You're my little slut," aren't you.  He said.

   Vanessa laughed.  She suddenly realized she was having fun fucking.  She
liked it.  She liked all the nasty things she was doing with her new Daddy.

   "Yes," she said as she tried to squeezed his shit splattered dick with
her cunt muscles.  "And you're my slut too.  You eat my shit and lick up
inside my asshole.  And if you wanna fuck anybody but me and Momma, you got
to get my permission too."

   Then she begged him, "Fuck me hard Daddy.  Make me cum again."

   James spread her little butt cheeks and wormed a finger into her
asshole. He roughly jammed it's full length into her.

   "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you, slut-girl.  I'm going to cum inside you
and make you cum from your pussy and your ass."

   He began thrusting into her.  He was brutal with her and she found she
enjoyed that too.  It was punishment and pleasure all wrapped up together.
Her nine year old cunt was able to take him in deep and she felt the
sensation of his cockhead popping right into her womb when he bottomed out.
It hurt a little, but she even liked that.

   She started yelping with each thrust, alternating with encouragements.
of "More, yes.  Deeper.  More."

   James growled into her ear as he fucked her.  He poured out his pain and
disappointment, his love and desire, all mixed together into vicious series
of pelvic thrusts.  Her butt and back were banging into the wall and she
bit into his neck as the pain and the pleasure both intensified.  The
finger in her ass was like a burning probe.  The cockhead that kept
penetrating her all the way to her womb was like a rhythmic trip hammer. 
She groaned and squirmed in James's arms until the orgasm of her life
ripped through her, making her cunt and asshole both spasm.  As she bit and
thrashed against him, James' eyes widened in surprise as his own orgasm
exploded in a paroxysm of pulsing jets deep inside her already cum filled
snatch.  He squeezed his little girl tight and tried to push his prink even
deeper into her.  He grunted and groaned, and pulled her up to him to kiss
her.  As he did, as he began to retreat and retract, James felt and heard
the sound of her releasing her bladder,and felt her piss wash over her
groin and down his leg.  He let his own bladder relax as well and let his
softening prick wash out the cum from her ravaged little cunt with his own
powerful spray of urine.  Vanessa suddenly realized what he was doing and
was thrown into another orgasm.  This was the nastiest thing she could
think of and it was absolutely delicious.  If she had been addicted to dick
before, she was now a full fledged junkie for sexual extremes.  Fucking
alone would never be enough for her.  Her Daddy had just seen to that.

   Both Vanessa and James felt exhausted, but James was suddenly aware he
had to fly back to the store to pick up Sharice and Patricia.  He rushed
through a shower but was careful to make sure all of Vanessa's shit was
sent down the shower drain.  He then soaped up and rinsed off Vanessa. 
Vanessa just let him have his way with her, happily enjoying his
ministrations.  He then grabbed his clothes and carried the little girl to
her room and tucked her into her own bed.  He kissed her tenderly and
dressed quickly, then grabbed Sharice's purse again and out to the truck.
As he left, he noted absently that Bill's room was closed.

   ###### A Resolution of Faults.  A Marriage of Souls ######

   The drive back to the store was a swirling maze of thought.  He kept
replaying the image of Bill fucking Vanessa, then fucking her himself with
the added embellishments of scat play and mindfucking, That is, he had
deliberately convinced her that she truly was a little slut.  It was
catching her fucking Bill that had floored him.  That was unbelievable,
except that he had seen it with his very own eyes.  But how and why had it
started.  And how did Bill cope with it from day to day.  He had to know
how Bill survived knowing what he had done.  Both for his friend's sake and
for his own.

   Luckily, Sharice and Patricia were still waiting in line at the checkout
when James got to the store.  They had loaded up with all the accoutrements
for getting back to school.He was careful to put on his happy face and to
avoid mentioning anything that might open a discussion of why he took so
long to get back.

   After Sharice paid, he picked up their bags and walked with them to the
truck, feeling happy and proud to be with them, hopeful that Sharice
wouldn't pick up on his "I just got fucked" vibe and wondering how to
broach the matter with Bill.

   In truth, he didn't hear much on the drive home.  He kept seeing Vanessa
with her legs straddling Bill's groin,crying for his cum inside her
pussy.He found himself shaking his head as if trying to get rid of the
image.  It didn't.work.

   When they got back to the house, Bill was sitting in front of the
television on the sofa like a prisoner awaiting execution, but determined
to take his medicine..

   Bill looked up blankly when they came in.

   "Hey," he said.

   "Hey yourself," answered Sharice.

   "Where you want these?"James asked, indicating the bags he was carrying.

   "Dump them on the sofa.It's the girls job to divvy them up and put them
in their room.  They can do that tomorrow.  Right now I want Pat to get
upstairs, take a shower and go to bed."

   "Okay, Momma,"the little six year old agreed,then kissed her on the
cheek and did the same with her uncle Bill.  However, when she got to
James, she planted a big kiss right on his lips.James happily accepted the
kiss and gave her a pat on her bottom to send her on the way.  "Will you
tuck me in?" she begged.

   "Sure, right after your bath," he answered and watched as she sped up
the stairs.

   Before anyone had a chance to say anything else,James announced, "After
I tuck Patricia in, I'm going to take a walk.You up for a talk, Bill."

   "Yeah, sure," answered Bill dully.  "but instead of a walk, how about we
hit a little bar I know.  We can talk and drink at the same time."

   "Great idea," said James.

   James then headed up stairs to the girls room with the simple intent of
kissing them good night.  Neither of them were there though.  Puzzled, he
went to the toilet and tried the door.  It was locked.  "You in there,
Patricia?" he asked.

   "Yes," came back both girl's voices.

   "Are you about ready for bed?" he asked.  "I'm going out with Uncle Bill
so we need to move along."

   Instead of an answer, he heard the door being unlocked and saw it
cracked open to reveal Vanessa, naked as a jaybird.

   "Come in," she whispered.

   James stammered in answer, "No time to play.  I've got to go."

   Instead of answering, Vanessa grabbed his hand and pulled him into the
toilet.  Once in, he saw the open shower curtain and Patricia standing in
the tub.

   "Don't you want to see me suck Patricia's pussy?" she said.

   "Wha---?" stammered James.

   "I'm being a little slut, Daddy." she said mischievously.  "I'm fucking
my little sister,"

   "And she told me to pee in her mouth, just like you did," chimed in
Patricia, in a loud whisper.

   "And I'm going to suck on her asshole too, Daddy.  Am I a good little
slut?"

   "You're a world of trouble is what you are," said James.  "Both of you.
Then he quickly leaned down and kissed each of them.  "And I love you
both." he added "But I don't have time for a full sex show.  Just let me
see you pee in Vanessa's mouth, Patricia."

   Patricia giggled, and Vanessa kissed James again.  "Okay," she said,
then quickly kneeled in front of her six year old sister and told Patricia.
"Pee in my mouth Pat.  Let our Daddy see us get nasty for him.

   Patricia was no longer shy about pissing.  She let go a clear steam of
urine into Vanessa's face.  Vanessa opened her mouth wide and drank down
her little sister's pee steam.  "Ummm," sighed Patricia.  "You like
drinking my pee too, Vanessa?" she asked.

   "Mmmmm-Hmmm," answered Vanessa, then zeroed in on Patricia's tiny pussy
and began mixing piss drinking with pussy eating.  James watched
enraptured. He would have loved to stay and maybe even join in, but he had
to run.  He reached into the tub and grabbed Vanessa, "Don't swallow it
all," he said and kissed her, sucking a mouthful of Patricia's pee.  In the
process, Patricia bathed them both with the dwindling flow of her piss.

   "Mmmmm, good," said James, pulling back, then said "You girls finish up.
I want to help the next time you do this, but right now I got to go."

   "'Kay," said Vanessa and went back to licking at Patricia's little
hairless cunt.  "'Kay, Daddy," added Patricia, but not really paying any
attention to anything except the mouth on her pussy.

   James smiled, washed the pee off his face and headed out.  He ran down
the stairs and said.  "The girls are still in the shower.  I'll check them
when I get back." He and Bill then headed to the door.

   Before they left though,Sharice grabbed James and gave him a deep,hungry
kiss, "I think you should drink lots of beer before we head upstairs," Her
eyes gleamed.  "I want you totally uninhibited when we hit the sheets
tonight." then she leaned in close and whispered.  "Plastic sheets, I
mean."

   James kissed her back,and almost lost himself in the taste and feel of
her.  His cock jerked against her and he said "Yeah.  A lot of beer sounds
great.Maybe you can have some too while we're gone."

   "Don't be too late," she warned James.

   Truthfully, although he was happy he could still respond to her
overtures with even an involuntary dick jerk, he hoped the next hour or so
would help him build up his battery again for another sex session to end
the day.  He hadn't fucked this much since he had first gotten together
with his Thai wife, Pong, and he certainly didn't want to have to explain
to Sharice why he couldn't get it up with her magnificent ass in his face.
Nor did he want to miss an opportunity to plumb said ass with fingers,
tongue and dick.

   In Bill's truck, Bill opened the conversation.  "Okay man, go ahead.Give
me hell.  I deserve.it."

   "Maybe so," said James,"but I'm not qualified to give it.  I've fucked
up lots in my time, but I have to admit I was surprised to see you balls
deep in my preteen daughter.

   "Aw, fuck man.I wish you wouldn't talk about V that way."

   "Well, you were."

   Bill dropped his head in shame.

   "But I'm not mad about it, or sad anymore.  I was a little heartbroken
when I first saw it.  But now I just want to know how this happened.  It
was you who broke her in, wasn't it?"

   "It wasn't like that man," Bill insisted.  "I mean, anything I say will
sound like an excuse, but it wasn't like I went in to seduce the child.  I
can almost say I didn't mean it."

   "Well, then what happened?  How did it you wind up in bed with Vanessa?"

   "It's like this, Jim.  For the past few years, Sharice has been sending
the girls up to me for part of their summer vacation.  It was cool at
first. Just hangin' out, playin' video games, hittin' the beach and
MacDonalds.  Shit like that.  It was fun for them and me too.  But then,
when they showed up last year, V was all about sexual shit.  She was full
of questions and showing her skinny little ass.  I thought it was cute, but
then one night I had too much to drink and she and I started wrestling
around.  Before I knew it I had my hands in her panties and my tongue on
her clit.  The little bitch loved it and kept wanting more.  It started out
with pussy licking and dick sucking, but step by step we got into fucking.
I couldn't believe how sweet that little pussy was, and once in, I couldn't
help myself.  I busted her cherry about a week later and started fucking.
It was like sex 101 man.  She studied it, she had me showing her shit like
where her g-spot was and how to fuck so it lasted longer, and how to make
your partner cum harder.  This summer I swore I wouldn't let that shit
happen again.  Then, when you all went out to shop, and we were alone
together she hopped up on my lap and said she had something to show me. 
She showed me all right.  She showed me her pussy and asshole.  Fuck man,
that little girl wants to get fucked in the ass now.  I did not teach her
any freaky shit like that man.  I promise.  But anyway.  when she come onto
me like that, I couldn't--or didn't-- resist.  I let the little bitch ride
me and loved it while she was doing it.  But I feel like shit now, man.  I
really do."

   "Okay," James said."Thanks for the honesty.I'm not totally surprised at
Vanessa doing that.  She's precocious as hell and she's probably lucky it
was you who got her first.  There are some unconscionable freaks out there,
and Sharice's occupation would have drawn them in like flies."

   "That's no excuse, man.I know it, and you know it too."

   "I'm not talking about excuses, Bill.  I'm talking about dealing with
shit when it happens."

   It was then that they got to the bar Bill was aiming for.  It was a
small affair on a corner.  They went in and found a booth in the back.  The
waitress, a small black woman in tight jeans and a low cut blouse came by
and took their order.  She flirted shamelessly with Bill and told them
she'd be right back.

   "I take it you know her," said James.

   "We been together,"answered Bill.  "She's a good girl.  Doesn't take it
in the ass, though.  I can't hang with a girl who can't get freaky with me.
Well, where Vanessa was concerned, just her being 8--now nine--that was
super freaky without anything added."

   "I know what you mean,"said James.  then he went on.  "Okay, now tell me
how you live with this, knowing you've fucked your sister's daughter,and
knowing she might hate you for the rest of your life if she ever found
out."

   "I don't know if I actually deal with it all.  I mean, I'll do anything
for Shar and the girls, you know that.  I try to avoid situations where I'm
alone with V.  I never, ever hurt the girl.  I never take her anywhere she
don't want to go.  I don't even suggest shit.It was her who suddenly wanted
me to start digging in her little asshole.  I would never have even
suggested that."

   James nodded in understanding.  He understood a lot more than Bill
imagined.  He also understood that Bill was a good man.

   "You ever fucked any other little girls?"

   "Not since I was little boy," answered Bill.  I like my women
well-seasoned, if you know what I mean.  I'm not generally interested in
fucking up innocents, or in giving them on the job training."

   "Yeah," nodded James.They were both on the same wavelength in that
regard, despite all evidence to the contrary.

   "Well, I'm not here to make any judgments 'cause I don't want none laid
on me," said James."Just try not to go there if you can.Vanessa is my blood
as well as yours.  We both love her.The problem as I see it is she truly
enjoys sex, and has learned that a man's cock rules his brain most of the
time.  But I'd rather that than her hating it for the very same reason.  I
guess my job now it to help her learn to control herself."

   "Well, man.  When you figure that out please write a book so I can read
it.  I need to know too."

   "As do we all," agreed James, and drank up.

   They emptied their drinks and got another.  And another.  They were
feeling very brotherly by the time they left,and Bill had told the girl to
come by his house after work and he would demonstrate the finer points of
pussy eating and down and dirty fucking for her.  Funny enough, she agreed.

   They got back to the house still feeling good.James had to piss in a bad
way."See you tomorrow," said Bill.Then they hugged as men will and headed
to their respective rooms.

   James was happy to see Sharice still awake and reading.  She put her
book down when he came in."

   "Your feeling good, honey," she asked.

   "Great," said James."'Cept I got to pee god awful bad."

   "Mmmmm.  Come to Momma then, baby.  I'm gonna drain that nasty ol'snake
dry, then fill you back up all over again,cause I've been holding my
bladder just for you."She threw off the cover to reveal the same bra and
panty outfit she had modeled before.  "And don't worry about soiling the
sheets either, lover.  There's a plastic sheet under this one and another
set under that.  I prepared the bed just for us."

   James laughed then shucked his shoes and hopped up on the bed.Standing
over her, he pulled out his cock and began pissing right onto her beautiful
big black tits.  He slowly trailed the pee up to her face and mouth and she
opened wide to let him see her swallow his piss.  His stream was still
strong and he directed it down her body.  He turned so he was standing with
his feet on each side of her head and aimed his amber stream at her cunt.
She opened the lips of her pussy for him and he did his best to pinpoint
her clit.She moaned when he got it right and cried, "Yes, piss on my cunt
you motherfucker.  Piss right in my cunt." He kept his piss stream aimed at
her pussy until the stream began to fail, then he turned again and lowered
himself to his knees,astraddle her face and finished off by filling up her
mouth and watching her drink the dregs of his piss down.She held it briefly
before swallowing so he could see her do it.At the same time she was
fingerfucking herself and moaning in masochistic joy.  Finally, he lowered
his cock to her mouth."Suck out the last drops, baby," he said.  "Drink
every fucking drop."

   She used her tongue on him as she teased out the last bit of his
urine.He was overjoyed to feel his cock harden from her tender
ministration. When he was finished he raised up and began to undress.  The
knees of his pants were already soggy from the pooling piss, and he
intended to wallow in it with her, but as soon as he had shucked his
clothes Sharice stopped him.

   "No, motherfucker.  It's my turn now.  You lay down here and let me give
you a piss bath."

   "Please, yes," he grinned in lascivious hunger, and lay down as she
directed.  His back was quickly soaked from his own piss, but he was
concentrating on the open urethra of his lover and the drip of piss forming
there.  Sharice was also dripping from his piss when she stood up.  With a
sadistic smile, she let go a blast of piss from above and James closed his
eyes and opened his mouth to receive it.  She flooded him with urine and he
gulped it down as fast as he could.  Then suddenly the stream stopped.  He
blinked his eyes and looked up to see Sharice straddling his face.  "You
want more?" she asked harshly.

   "Yes.  Please." he said.

   She came down hard on her knees on each side of his face and her heavy
black ass landing on his chest.  It knocked the breath from him.  She was
venting her frustrations of the day now, and was determined to take it out
on James.  James understood this and was eager to enjoy the humiliation she
had planned.  She positioned her kinky coarse haired pussy above his
chin.She settled her weight on him and he felt pinned.

   "Beg for it," she demanded.

   "Please baby.  Please piss for me." he pleaded.

   "Not for you, baby.  Beg me to piss on you."

   "Please piss on me,sweetheart," begged James.

   "Don't call me sweetheart," said Sharice.  "When I'm sitting on your
face,feeding you my piss and shit, you call me Momma.Got that?"

   "Yes Momma.  Please give me your pee.  I need it.Please piss on me."

   Sharice squirted a quick stream of pee into James's face.  "Where do you
want Momma to piss on you."

   "Please piss on my face, Momma."

   "No," said Sharice crossly.  "Not on your face, I'm gonna piss in your
fucking mouth.  And I want to see you drink all of it."

   "Yes, Momma."

   "Yes Momma, what?"

   "Yes, Mamma, please, Please let me drink your sweet piss." begged James.

   Sharice moved up and glued her cunt to James's mouth."Drink it baby,"she
cooed, suddenly gentle.  "Drink it all." and then released her bladder.

   Sharice felt a beautiful rush of relief and James loved drinking
Sharice's piss directly from the fount.  It really did have a sweetness to
it that was lost once it was exposed to air.  The one drawback was that he
could conceivably drown with all his air passages blocked by Sharice's
beautiful pussy.  But what a way to go, he thought as he gulped down the
amber effusion.

   As her blow diminished Sharice ground her cunt into James mouth. 
"Tongue fuck me, baby.Eat me out."

   James was happy to do as instructed, but he was starting to struggle for
breath.  Sharice recognized this but kept him pinned for a few seconds
longer.  Only when the struggles became desperate did she raise up from his
face.

   James gasped for breath.

   "You like that, Baby?" Sharice asked archly.  "You like it when Momma
smothers you with her pussy?"

   "God, yes," gasped James.

   "What?" she demanded, showing anger that may not have been truly
directed at him, but was certainly not feigned.

   "Yes, Momma.  I love being smothered by your beautiful cunt."

   "Good!" she exclaimed and plopped down heavily on his face again.  This
time she smeared her cunt all over his face.  She did it with surprising
viciousness and James realized that this was part of Sharice's character
that had grown since he had known her as a young woman.  She had always
been mischievous, but now he could see the years and tears had introduced a
lot of frustration and anger as well.  This love cruelty was a safe way for
her to vent those emotions.  He didn't begrudge her that.  In fact it made
his dick even harder.  Besides, she took as good as she gave.  She also
enjoyed humbling herself to him.  He was into it now, and getting off on
her power as well as his own opportunity to wallow in her pussy juices. 
When she let him breathe again, he played his part to the hilt.

   "Thank you, Momma.  I love your hot pussy.  Please fuck my face some
more.  Let me drink your nasty piss and eat your filthy asshole too.  Let
me be your toilet."

   Sadistic pleasure blazed in Sharice's eyes.  This was a new game for
them, and she was overjoyed that James was able to join in."You white
motherfucker!" she said sternly.  "I'm going to plant my big black ass on
your face and smother you to death.  I'll shit in your mouth and you had
better swallow every nasty turd I give you.  Do you hear me?"

   She raised up just long enough for him to say,"Yes, Momma," and shifted
around so that it was now her ass smothering his face instead of her pussy.
It was hot and sweaty, still wet from their mixed piss, and smelled of her
last excretion.

   "Eat my asshole," she said harshly and mewled "Oooooh!" when he delved
his tongue into her relaxed and open anus.It felt like hot butter and
tasted like bitter chocolate.  He tongued her deep enough so that his
tongue hurt, yet he found himself struggling against her as his lungs
became strangled for breath.

   "You still like this,Baby.  You still want my fat black ass in your face
when you wake up in the morning and before you go to sleep at night?"

   "Hell, yes," he gasped."I'm your human toilet.  Your man-bitch.  I love
you and you can treat me like shit, and I'll just beg for more.  His breath
was coming in bursts between his words and he suddenly felt her grab his
dick, which had become rock hard again with her continued abuse.She
squeezed it painfully hard.Then she sat back heavily again on his face and
she heard her voice muffled by her generous ass-cheeks.  "I love you,baby,
but I suddenly got the urge to bite your dick off and swallow it whole. 
Think you would like that, motherfucker?"

   "MMMMMMFFFF!" grunted James as he dug back into her asshole, licking at
the interior in a fervor of dark lust.

   "I take that as a yes,"she said and lunged down, releasing him from the
weight of her ass,but not from the hunger for it.  He grabbed a pillow
(also with plastic under the pillow sheet, he noticed) and propped his head
so he could follow her asshole as she used her mouth to grab his dick.  She
bit him hard.  as if she truly meant to castrate him.

   The pain shot through him, and he growled into her asshole with a wild
"Arrrrrgh!" but instead of trying to pull away, James drilled his cock even
deeper into her throat, as if to offer his dick as a sacrifice to her.angry
hunger.

   Sharice ground her teeth on his dick and gnawed at him.  It actually
made him piss some more, this time right down her throat.  This ignited
Sharice even more and she released his dick from her throat and fucked his
dick with her mouth.  At the same time she grunted and shit exploded from
her asshole right into James's mouth.  It was solid shit, and firm, but
massive.  It rolled out of her guts and mounded into a thick mess,covering
James's entire face.  It was gross in its volume and James gagged when it
hit his throat.  James couldn't believe the task before him, but he was
determined to please his mistress, his Momma, as she preferred, and he
gobbled down a huge mouthful, only to have the shit fill his mouth again
immediately and pile and smear thickly all over his face and between
Sharice's massive ass cheeks.  Jesus, this is gross he thought, but
immediately followed that thought with another.  I love it.And he groaned
into her ass as Sharice licked, then bit hard onto the head of his dick,
and then sucked it deep back into her throat again.She was grunting and
moaning as well.  Mixing scat games with dick sucking seemed to move her
into another place, out of her anger and into a more loving place.  It
didn't stop her from covering James's face with more shit or from biting
into his cock, but there was another emotional layer added to her actions.
Her love started to show.  Her appreciation for James's body and sex and
perversity began to take priority over the venting of violence and rage. 
The movements of her ass became softer, smoother, more like fucking and
less like an attack.  James noticed it too.  Oh, she continued to evacuate
the last of her shit and smear it on his face,but it was now being done
more of an expression of sexual desire and less of a desire to humiliate
and abuse .

   Finally, she completed her shit, but she continued to rub her ass into
James' face.  Gradually though, Sharice licked her way down James's cock,
then to his balls, which she sucked and nibbled further down, all the way
to his asshole, forcing him to curl up and follow her big black ass with
his mouth.Her tongue become a slithering snake, easily working its way into
his open asshole, tasting his shit, piss and sweat flavored flesh.

   "Oh fuck, yeah," moaned James."That feels so fucking good."

   Sharice raised her head and flipped over to look down to his shit
covered countenance.  The shit was smeared all over his face, and into his
hair.Down his neck and onto his chest.

   She laughed.  "God, you are nasty,"

   James licked his lips to get some shit residue off of them and
said,"That was new.  I had no idea you could get so rough."

   "Did you like it,though?" Sharice responded.

   "Lord, yes," James said."But this was like getting my cherry busted. 
I've never had anybody make me feel like--well, like shit-- and love it at
the same time."

   Sharice threw herself onto him and kissed him, smearing her shit back
onto her face.  Sharing the smell, the sensation of the slimy dirty shit
and the depravity of the experience made her swell with joy. .

   "Thank God," she said."I needed you so bad.God must have heard my
prayers and fucked up your life just so you could be with me."

   James laughed and said."I wouldn't doubt it."

   A sparkle gleamed in Sharice's brown eyes...shit brown, thought James,
but kept that comment to himself."Want to turn the tables on me?" she
queried.

   James answered with a quick "Yeah!" and grabbed her roughly.  He rolled
her over on her back and was now sitting on her stomach.He finally

   He loomed over her, shit covered and stinking, and he said.  "You sure
about this?"

   Sharice shifted her persona into defiance mode and sneered.  "Why? 
don't you think you're man enough to handle a real woman?  Or do you need
to go back to your little submissive Thai whore to feel lake a man."

   James slapped her sharply.

   "Ouch!" she cried.

   "Like that," he goaded."You sure you want to get into this?"

   She glared back defiantly."Give me the best you got white boy." Then she
added.  "Call me your nigger.  Make me your bitch.  I love you more than
I've ever loved anyone.  Now earn it."

   James slapped her again on the other cheek."What did you say, nigger
slut?"

   "Fuck you," spat out Sharice.

   James grabbed her by her jaw.  "Open your mouth, bitch," he demanded.

   Sharice struggled a bit, but obeyed, and was surprised when James
slapped her again.  Then James wiped some of the shit off his face and
pushed it into her mouth.  Then he spit into her mouth.

   "Now swallow it all,cunt." he said.  Sharice glared back.  James slapped
her again.  She swallowed.  "Now show me," he said and she opened her mouth
back up for him to see.

   He grinned malevolently.  This was going to be fun, he decided.  He
liked this game, both sides of it.  He shifted around so his ass was now in
her face.

   "Let's see how you like it," he said to her and sat back onto her face.
"Eat my ass, nigger."

   For emphasis, he reached down and slapped the mounds of her tits.  She
groaned into his asshole and he ground back onto her face.  Her tongue
tickled at his asshole and he could feel her explore the musky interior. 
After a few seconds he pulled away from her.

   "Are you my shit bitch now, nigger?"

   "Yes," she moaned,trying to pull him back to her face.

   "Tell me then!" he said, pulling further away from her.

   "I'm your nigger shit-bitch," she said.

   "Yeaaahhhh," he said,trying to mimic a porn flick director/actor who
specialized in this type of degradation.  "You're my nasty little nigger
shit bitch and I'm gonna feed you lots of filthy shit."

   "Yes!" cried Sharice.

   James laughed.  "Beg me,bitch."

   "Pleeeeassse," begged Sharice.

   "Please what?"

   "Please Daddy.Please feed your nasty little nigger shit bitch your
filthy smelly shit."

   Being called Daddy by Sharice surprised James, It made his dick jerk.

   "Yes, sweetheart," he crooned, slowly settling back onto Sharice's open
sucking mouth.  "Daddy's gonna feed you a mouthful of shit right about
now."

   James pushed a waiting load of feces right into his lover's mouth.  Her
sucking action at his asshole intensified and he grunted and felt the
enjoyable release of an uninhibited bowel movement.Sharice coughed and
sputtered,and James rose slightly to keep her from choking, but Sharice
pulled him right back onto her shit eating mouth.  She gobbled his shit
down like caviar and it felt great to James, feeding her, gorging her on
his shit.

   It didn't take long for James to finish his bowel movement into
Sharice's sucking mouth.  When he rose up and looked back at her, her face
was caked with it.  It was ugly, smelled dark and earthy.  Even through the
shit mask she appeared totally enraptured in the experience.  He nodded in
approval and mimicked what she had done when he was the one ingesting the
nasty stuff.  He ground his ass back onto her face and let his weight down
on her.  This time he held it.  At the same time he smacked her big tits
and pinched her nipples hard, He also slapped at her pussy, first knocking
her hands away, then slapping her distended clit and felt her yelp into his
ass,expending what air she had into his asshole.He just ground down a bit
harder and said, "Now you know what its like to be a shit bitch." Then he
rose up to let her breathe and added."And you're my nigger shit bitch any
time I say so, right?"

   "Yes," gasped Sharice.

   "Yes?"

   "Yes....Daddy." she responded.

   "That's better," he smiled.  Being called Daddy was a serious turn on,
he found.  He turned to her and lay on top of her.  "Spread your legs," he
told her.

   She did, raising her knees to give him entry to her pussy.  She knew
what was coming.

   "Now, Daddy's going to plant a brand new baby up your nigger cunt.We're
going to make a sweet little baby and when you're pregnant, I'm going to
fuck you even more.  Then, when your titties have milk, I'm going to fuck
you and drink it all up.at the same time.  When you're nursing, I'm going
to fuck you too, and maybe feed you my piss while you feed the baby."

   As he said this he slid his cock up into her waiting cunt.  She rocked
with him as the fucked and squeezed him with her internal muscles.

   "Yes, Daddy," she cooed." Now fuck your black bitch and make her cum
with you while you squirt your baby juice inside my womb.

   With that the game playing was finished and they began fucking without
any roles or games.  Not to be mistaken, they still kissed deep licking at
the shit on each other feces and feeling the squelch of the noxious mixture
of feces and urine they copulated in.  This only added to their ardor and
they groaned to their respective orgasms in very quick order.

   When they were finished, James rolled over to lie beside her and she
said, still short of breath.  "Newer let the girls catch us talking to each
other like that."

   "Never," he agreed.  I'm not sure I even think it's acceptable, but it
sure made me hot."

   "Me too," sighed Sharice, curling around him despite the mess they
wallowed in.

   James rose on his elbow and said, "Damn woman, I had no idea how kinky
you had become."

   "Your were right there with me 'Daddy'." she answered.  "But yes, that's
a whole new chapter in my fucked-up kinky sex life."

   "Well, it's a good thing we found each other."

   "Yes!" she said, and pulled him down to her.  "You taste like shit." she
told him.

   "What's worse, so do you," he said.

   Then they got up, bundled up the slimy sheet and pillow cases, then
pulled off the plastic sheets to reveal a blue silk sheet set.  Bill
checked the hall they ran together down the hall to shower together.  The
helped clean each other and enjoyed each other's bodies, but not with
anything else in mind.  They were both fatigued and effectively done for
the day.  Nonetheless.  when they snuck back to the room they put on
underwear and took the soiled bedclothes down to the washer and dumped them
in, and started it.

   Finally, they went back upstairs, past Bill's room that was once again
booming a bass beat to cover up the sex moans,"

   They helped each other upstairs and fell together into bed, and fell
asleep almost immediately, spooned like mated tableware, well matched and
inseparable.

   -## Epiphany ###

   Things settled down after that first wild weekend.  Sharice was back in
school at the local college, and the girls were back in elementary school.
James went to work for Bill as the manager of one of his sports stores at a
mall across town.  It proved to be a beneficial move for everyone
concerned. James was good at the job, he was now able to pay his own way
and support the girls as well.  He also arranged an automatic deposit into
the savings account set up for his family in Thailand.  They wouldn't be
able to pinpoint where he was but they would know he was alive and still
doing something to support them.

   Thankfully, the sexual activity in the household had quickly leveled
out. With school and work, as well as taking care of the girls, Sharice and
he were only able to revisit their secret desires once or twice a week. 
The good thing is that made each episode special.  It also worked out well
since Vanessa manipulated her schedule to get him alone a couple of times a
week.  The content of their sex sessions kept expanding as Vanessa's
desires continued to intensify.  He has finally gotten into V's ass after a
few loosening up sessions and she now demanded some ass licking and finger
fucking every time they fucked.  They only assfucked a few times though,
because it left her sore for a few days.  It didn't stop the assfucking,
but James always let her initiate it.  In his own perverse way, he loved
the girl immensely and didn't want to force anything on her.  He hadn't
caught Bill and her again and didn't see where they had any opportunity or
interest in creating one.  Bill seemed to have put that veer into
pedophilia behind him as he had a steady stream of full grown weekend
guests who squealed through the night and were usually gone the next
morning.  Patricia seemed to have lost any sexual curiosity once she was
back in school.  That felt right and she was more of the typical six year
old moppet as a result.

   It should also be noted that Sharice was indeed pregnant within the
first month, and everybody celebrated the event with a party that saw James
and her creating a huge mess that smelled of cum, shit and piss in the
toilet, their bedroom and the hotel room they reserved just for themselves
the weekend after they found out.

   And that's the way things progressed for the next four months.  James
kept having trouble sleeping, and had yet to figure out how to handle his
family situation in Thailand.  He kept waiting and looking for the epiphany
that guide him in that regard.

   It was almost four months to the day when the whole foundation of the
Bill Brandon playhouse fell down.  That was one of the few night's James
got off work on time.  It was Friday and he slid on home in his new second
hand car, pulled up in front of the house and snuck inside, thinking to
surprise Sharice and the girls.

   It was almost a replay at first of the first time James caught Bill
fucking Vanessa.  The door to Bill's room was open and the bed was
definitely rocking.  Bill grinned and shook his head.  At first he figured
Bill had scored again and was riding his way to glory.  He started to sneak
on past the door and up the stairs when he froze in complete surprise.  Out
of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face.  It wasn't one of Bill's
usual girl's in his room getting deep fucked.  It wasn't his daughter
either.  It was Sharice, his love and Bill's own sister, bucking and
squirming under him.

   "Urrrhg!" growled Bill as he drilled into his sister.  "This is the one
pussy I keep coming back to.  The one pussy I can never get enough of."

   "EeeeeEEWWW!" squealed Sharice.  "And this is the second finest dick
I've ever had."

   This seemed to piss Bill off.  "What you mean?" he said pausing, "You
mean you'd rather have my man's white dick up in your ass than this fine
black cock?  Come on girl, you know ain't no white dick ever measured up to
mine.  Not even James."

   Sharice bit into her big brothers shoulder as she hunched up into him
and convinced him to start trip hammering into her surging cunt again.  She
grunted her way to an orgasm, then lay back gasping.  James watched it all
in amazement.  Even moreso, as he realized seeing the two of them together
was incredibly erotic.

   Once Sharice had cum, she looked up at Bill and sneered, "My man got the
finest white, yellow, black, purple or polka dot dick in the world.  You
just got the only dick that can make me unfaithful to my man.  Now, is that
enough for you."

   "Guess it'll have to be," muttered Bill as he rolled over on his back.
James stepped back out of the door quickly to avoid them seeing him.  He
was rocked.  He had never seen this coming.  The thought of Bill and
Sharice fucking had never even entered his mind.  They appeared the perfect
brother and sister combination.  Familial love combined with constant
sniping at each other.  He was at a loss of what to do.  But he moved back
into the open door when he saw Sharice roll over on top of her brother and
say, "You don't think we're done yet, do you?"

   "Why don't you go fuck your white boy, you want some more dick," argued
Bill, his pride still hurt by Sharice's admission.

   "Oh, I'll get that sweet dick when James comes home.  Don't worry.  I
love that man's cock and every other part of him.  But you're my nasty
assed brother, and the one thing I can't do with him is commit incest."
With that she started to ride Bill's long black cock again and added, "And
your big assed sister just loves doing incest with you."

   James stepped into the room and cleared his throat.  Bill and Sharice
froze in mid stroke and looked at him.

   "Oh no!" said Sharice.

   "Aw, fuck, man!" said Bill, "Not again." said Bill, remembering getting
busted the last time he fucked his nine year old niece, Vanessa.

   Sharice started to move, but James said, "No.  Don't stop.  Keep going."

   "What?" yelled Sharice, who seemed to be mad that James didn't appear
more angered about catching her fucking her brother.  Then James did
something no one had seen or heard since he had landed.  He laughed deep
from his soul.  "No," he said.  "Don't stop.  You two look beautiful
together.  You fuck great."

   Both Bill and Sharice looked at him as if he were crazy.

   James went on, but as he did, he began stripping off his clothes and
slowly approached them.  "I once had a friend tell me that people were full
of shit.  A man will tell you what he'll do if he finds his woman with
another man, but he's full of shit.  The truth is he doesn't know what
he'll do.  He might kill the man.  He might kill his woman.  He might kill
them both.  He might even kill himself.  Or," he said as he climbed on the
bed and pushed Sharice forward so her ass was in position.  "Or he might
join them."

   By now he was on the bed with them.  He straddled Bills legs and kneeled
behind the sweet round brown mound of Sharice's ass.  He spread Sharice's
swelling ass cheeks and started rubbing his dick over the pouting mouth of
her asshole.

   "Oh, Daddy," purred Sharice, hopeful that this would turn out well, "Are
you gonna fuck your baby in the ass?"

   "Yes I am, " grunted Bill as he pressured his cock into her shithole. 
"We're going to double fuck you.  Unhhhgh!" he grunted again as he forced
his fat white cock into her asshole all the way down to the hilt.  Once
fully embedded he spoke over her shoulder to his best friend.

   "Bill, remember when you offered to share Evangeline with me?"

   Bill and Sharice both moaned as they felt James's dick fill up Sharice,
deep in her butt canal and Bill, through the membrane that separated his
sister's vagina and asshole.

   Bill answered, "Yeah man, I remember."

   "Well, Sharice is the one woman I'm willing to share with you like
this."

   He punctuated his statement by drawing his dick almost all the way out
of Sharice's ass, then drove it back in.  Sharice squealed in pain and
pleasure, then bucked against him and then back onto the long dick of her
brother.

   "Okay, you motherfuckers," she said , "Do it.  Fuck me top and bottom
till we all nut.  I'm woman enough for both of you."

   "You got that right," chuckled James, and began fucking her asshole in
earnest.  "You're the one mother we're both fucking."

   Sharice growled incoherently at the rape of her asshole and leaned
forward to kiss her brother deeply.  "Fuck me, Bill, Fuck your little
sister's wet pussy.  "

   "My fucking pleasure, Shar," he grunted, and began using his dick to
establish a rhythm for the three of them to meet even as he wormed his
tongue into her mouth, down into her throat and back again.

   Sharice then pulled her face away from Bill and turned her head back to
the side.  "Kiss me, Daddy." she said, the little girl in her soul calling
out for his love and lust.

   James complied.  He kissed her hungrily and found that her mouth was
sweeter than ever, but he was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes as
he pulled away.

   "Tell me I'm still your baby," she begged for assurance.  "Tell me you
still love me."

   "I still love you, baby.  I'll always be in love with you." he said,
even as said it he was sharply aware of her brother's dick slicing in and
out of her pussy in counter time to his thrusting cock's punches in and out
of her shit chute.

   The thing was, this three way fuck felt good.  Each of them was getting
something they needed.  The illicit thrill of incest for Bill and Sharice.
A release for Bill's burgeoning sex drive.  Being totally surrounded and
filled by the men she loved for Sharice.  A unique bonding by James and
Bill in sharing the only woman who matched both their desires.  And the
final breakthrough of James's long sought epiphany.

   Sharice was crooning as they fucked together.  The rhythm they had set
between the three of them allowed the men to keep fucking for a prolonged
time, while ripping Sharice with delightful orgasmic sensations.  Sharice's
orgasms eventually caused her to lose the rhythm and the resultant effect
was to disrupt each man's rhythm as well.  Then Sharice started
involuntarily farting as she came.  This sent ripples along her anal canal
that massaged the length of James cock and sent his dick into pulsing
squirts of jism that inundated Sharice's guts.  She responded with yet
another orgasm that sent copious female ejaculant splashing onto Bill's
dick and groin."

   When Bill felt the splash of Sharice's cum he exclaimed "Wha....?", but
before he could finish his own orgasm overtook him and sent him toppling
into pleasure's abyss.  "I'm cumming!" he yelled as his dick exploded with
flood after flood of semen into Sharice's clutching vagina and deep into
her womb that was already filled with the baby James and she had
procreated.

   "Oh fuck, you certainly are," cried Sharice who felt the hot jets of his
nut splattering deep inside her pussy, and answered with yet another
squirting cum of her own.

   They all collapsed then.  James rolled over onto the bed, gasping. 
Sharice disengaged from her brother's cock and nudged both men to make room
for her in the middle.  "Kiss me, you motherfuckers.  Tell me I'm the best
fuck you ever had." she demanded

   James rose his head wearily and kissed her, then said, "You are the only
woman I have ever loved who I would share with another man, and Bill's the
only man I would share you with.....and you are the best fuck I have ever
had." Then he kissed her again.

   Bill opted to cover his sister's generous soft tits with kisses while
James had her mouth occupied.  "What he said," he said in summary.  Then he
added, "What the fuck was that?  When you came there at the end did you
piss on me too?"

   Sharice laughed.  "No, silly.  That was my squirt.  You two made me come
so good I squirted like a man.  " Then she added, "But if you like I could
pee on you too.'

   "No thanks," laughed Bill.  "I'm not that kind of freak.

   "Too bad," sighed Sharice.  "Ain't you ever made a girl squirt before?"

   Bill shrugged.  "I suppose I have, but we never talked about it.  Now
Evangeline, that bitch will squirt big time, you get her rubbing that hairy
cunt while you fuck her in the ass.  Makes her lose it like a motherfucker.
But I always thought it was just so good I made her piss and cum at the
same time."

   "Then you never tasted it," interjected Bill as he raised on an elbow
and started toying with her pubic hair.

   "No," answered Bill defensively.  then added accusatively, "Have you?"

   Bill smiled at Sharice, "I sure have.  Matter of fact, first girl who
squirted in my mouth was Sharice when she was only--what?  16 years old?  I
was 18 and lord were we freaked.  But I can now tell you unequivocably that
a woman's squirt and piss do not taste the same."

   "Say what?" asked Bill.

   Sharice laughed.  "Enough!" she said.  "Bill's and my sex life--and
freak life--are nobody's business but our own."

   Bill arched an eyebrow.  "Even if that now includes three way fucks with
me?"

   Sharice said, "Only if you decide to get into the nastier aspects with
us."

   "No thanks," said Bill.  "This is already freakier than I will ever
admit to in a court of law.  Sister fucking is as far as this black man
cares to go."

   "Your loss," smiled Sharice, then slapped both men on their now limp
dicks.  "Then I think it's time I go pick up the girls.  They been at the
mall too long already."

   She rose, naked and proud in front of the tow men and looked down at
them.  "My men," she smiled, contentedly.  "I think I finally have what I
have already wanted.  Bookends for my ass." Then she laughed.

   James hopped up and said, "And I have finally figured out what I'm going
to do."

   "What's that man, said Bill," still lounging comfortably with his heavy
limp cock hanging down his leg.

   "I'm going back to Thailand," he answered.

   "What?" said Bill.

   "But I thought we were cool?" said Sharice.

   "Oh, we're cool," said James, "and I have a plan in mind.  Think you two
could relocate with me?  I think the girls would love it."

   "Say again," queried Bill.

   James smiled, then exhaled heavily.  "It's complicated, he said, but
double fucking Sharice made all the pieces fall in place.  Now, I'm
presuming my wife will accept me back, which is the biggest if.  But if she
does, then I have an idea how we can all live together in a kind of kinky
paradise.  You two up for it."

   Bill shrugged.  "I don't know, but what the fuck.  I've gone as far as I
can go with the sports store thing.  I could like some of that oriental
poon-tang."

   Sharice looked at James, "You mean you would expect me to share you with
another woman?"

   "Yep, answered James, "kind of like I will be sharing you with Bill
here."

   That stopped Sharice cold.  "Oops!" she said.  "I think I may have
fucked up if I wanted to keep you to myself."

   "There's more," said James, "but that's for me and Sharice alone to work
out, if she's willing to do it, and I'm perfectly aware she may not."

   Sharice gave him a puzzled look, but Bill was now fully on board.  The
idea of drilling his big black dick into the tight little asshole and pussy
of a plethora of Thai girls had him won over without reserve.

   "Let me get the girls," said Sharice.  Then she looked at James, "Can
you promise not to do anything till I get back?"

   James pulled her close and kissed her sweetly.

   "Promise," he promised.

   And she left.

   Then James grabbed a the rumpled bedclothes and tossed them onto Bill's
nude carcass.

   "Get dressed, man," he said.  "You're dick's getting hard.  I can't
stand that without Sharice present."

   "Just thinking about Thai pussy," Bill chided.

   James grabbed his clothes and ran up to his room after Sharice.  He had
his energy back and a plan to put together, but first he had to take the
biggest risk of his life.  He had to admit to the love of his life that he
was fucking her daughter on the side.

   -## Confessions ###

   James walked in the room he shared with Sharice just in time to find his
dark skinned lover wrestle her way into her clothes.

   "Are those jeans starting to get a bit tight?" he asked.

   Sharice patted the little pouch of her tummy and asked, "I thought you
wanted me pregnant."

   "Absolutely," answered James.  "I want to see that belly swell up.  I
think its beautiful.  It makes my dick hard thinking about it."

   "I see that," smiled Sharice.  She went to him, caressed his still naked
cock and embraced him.  "Thank you for how you handled things just now.  I
was sure I would lose you when I saw you standing there.  You surprised the
shit out of me when you joined us.  If you let me, I'll do my best to make
up for it." James grinned in obvious agreement, but Sharice went on, "Are
you sure you're cool with me and Bill?  If you're not, I'll try to stop."

   Curious, James said "Try?"

   "Well, Bill and I have been knocking off a piece every once in a while
since you left 10 years ago.  In fact, there's a good chance he's Pat's
real Daddy.  But don't tell him or Pat.  He already loves her like his own,
and she doesn't need that kind of confusion in her life.  Bill's and my
relationship is one of those nasty little things that I'm not sure I could
stop if I tried, but if you want me to I'll do my best."

   "Don't worry about it," said James.  "It may not matter one way or
another after we have a little talk."

   "Why?"

   "Now that I've got the goods on you and Bill, I figure its confession
time.  If I want you to go back to Thailand with me, I have to let you know
the situation there, which happens to reflect back on things here as well.
Just like I have to let Pong know what's happening here before I go back,
if you agree to go with me, I figure the first thing I have to do is make
sure you're up to date before you leave school again to go off with me to a
life in the sticks in Thailand and all points east of the equator."

   Sharice stood with one hand on her hip and looked her man up and down.

   "It this a long or short story?"

   "Pretty long,"

   "Okay," she said and sat down on the bed.  She grabbed the phone and
dialled.  "Hey girl.  I got to ask a favor.  Would you mind bringing the
kids over here instead of me coming to get them?  I'll pay for gas.  "
There was a short pause.  "Hell, girl, how should I know?  Let me check."
Then she yelled out, "Hey, Bill.  You want that big assed sister of mine to
spend the night."

   "Sure!" Yelled Bill back up from the living room.  "I love it when pussy
is home delivered."

   Sharice spoke back into the phone.  "You hear that?  Great.  Okay, I'll
tell him.  No, don't worry, take your time.  Yes, my deal on the gas is
still good."

   She lay the phone down and yelled back at her incestuous brother,"Yo! 
Bill.  Evangeline says to get your ointments out.  She got an itch for you
to scratch!"

   They heard a completely out of character "Yippee!" from downstairs, then
Sharice looked up at her naked lover and said, "Close that door and bring
that fine white cock over to Momma so I can suck on it while you tell me
your story."

   James closed and locked the door as suggested, but paused before going
to her.  "You may not feel like sucking my cock when you hear all my
story."

   "All the more reason to do it now.  If this was the last time we were
going to be together, I'd want to end it with a nut in my mouth or seeing
you swallow my squirt instead of just an empty feeling in my stomach." she
responded.  "Come on.  Come to Momma, Daddy.  Let me eat you up.  'Sides, I
really feel I owe you for not walking out and leaving me cold after what
you saw."

   "How can I argue with that," grinned James, and stepped over to her,
stroking his dick to full hardness as he did.

   Sharice took him into her mouth and pulled him to her as she did.  He
felt her throat encase him and felt her swallow to get him even deeper. 
She pulled him out briefly and looked up to him with her big brown eyes. 
"I love doing this to you," she purred and pulled him back down into her
throat again.

   James groaned."Ahhhh That is so good."

   He stroked her hair as he spoke next and as she continued to minister to
him.  He closed his eyes and felt the delightful sensations his lover
elicited as he started his tale.

   "It began when I picked up a bargirl named Pong.  She gave me a blowjob
that sent me reeling in an outdoor bar in Pattaya because she liked to use
her teeth." In response Sharice applied her own teeth to the base of his
cock and gnawed at him.

   "AAAAhhhrrrggghh!  Yeah, just about like that," he said.  "It was
great."

   Then he stopped.  "Sorry." he said, opening his eyes and looking down at
Sharice, who was still looking up to him and studying his face.  "I don't
mean to go into too much detail."

   Sharice's pulled his cock from her mouth, trailing nasty strands of
mucous as she did.

   "Don't worry," she gasped.  "If you married her, I figured she had to
have skills.  And don't stop.  This is making my pussy wet, so you go into
as much detail as you want.  Why don't you lay down so I can work on you."

   James was happy to comply.  He lay down on the big bed and was overjoyed
when she pushed his legs up over her shoulders and switched to eating out
his ass.  "Now go on.  This way we can still be nasty and you can
concentrate better." explained Sharice as she began licking at his asshole.

   "Oh yeah, eat my asshole, you sweet brother fucking bitch," James said,
even as he realized she was right.  Telling sex stories while you get your
ass eaten out is much easier than when you're dick is being mauled.  For
all the wonderful sensations, you can speak better.

   "Anyway," he went on.  "I wanted to keep Pong with me for the weekend
and I had to go to the Moma-san to arrange it.  Turns out the Moma-san of
the bar was an old friend.  He--or she-told me.."

   "He-She?" interrupted Sharice pulling away from his asshole for the
second it took to say it.

   "Well, she was a guy who became a girl...at least I think that's the way
it works."

   "Okay," mumbled Sharice as she delved back into his ass.

   "Anyway, She was married to another friend, a lawyer friend.  He owned
the bar"

   Sharice stopped again.  "This is getting complicated."

   "It's just getting started," said James.  "I love what you're doing, but
if you want to, you can stop while I explain."

   "No!" insisted Sharice, "but if you want to give me some flavoring down
here, I could enjoy the story even more."

   "ruing!" sighed James, "I think that can be arranged, He concentrated a
bit and passed a turd down his anal canal into his lover's nasty mouth.

   The relief he felt was delicious to him and she must have enjoyed it
because she welcomed the mouthful of shit with an "MMMmm," and James went
on with his tale.

   "Anyway, Gina, that was the mamma-san's name, suggested I consider
settling down with Pong and the thought really appealed to me.  When I
teased Pong with the ides, she took it seriously.  When she did, I did.  I
mean, I was tired of gallivanting over Asia and she was sweet young lady
who gave a great blowjob.  Even when Gina let slip that I dug shit and piss
games, she just seemed intrigued by it.  Anyway, I took her out but before
we headed out, she said she had to pick up something.  That something
turned out to be her little sister." Here James managed to reach down and
grabbed Sharice by her hair and pulled her up to him.  Her mouth was
smeared with his shit and her eyes were puzzled at why he had stopped her.
Tears started to come to James' eyes and he pulled her to him and kissed
her filthy mouth.  When he pulled away he went on.  "Her sister worked in
another pussy bar, but an illegal one.  She worked the customers, fucking
them or blowing them at their tables.  Pong took me into the bar and left
me in a dark corner.  I was surprised when a naked little girl came to me,
hopped on my lap and began fucking me.  It turned out to be Pong's sister."

   Sharice's mouth flew open, revealing shit smeared teeth and a tongue
still darkened with it as well.

   "How little a little girl?" asked Sharice.

   "Ten," answered James, as simply as he could, waiting for Sharice's
response.

   "You fucked a 10 year old child?"

   "Sorry, yes." answered James.  "It was the first time I'd ever done
anything like that, but I did it."

   "What did Pong do?"

   "She helped.  In fact, I found out it was her plan to hook me up with
Rang so I would buy out her contract and take her with us."

   "And did you?"

   "I did.  She came with us.  She was the flower girl at our wedding."

   "And did you fuck her again?"

   "Yes.  She shared our bed right up until I left."

   "My God!  Them Thai girls are fucking sick."

   "Don't generalize, Shar.  This was not normal for a Thai family, though
a lot of poor families let their girls join the sex industry."

   "And this is your family?"

   "I'm afraid so."

   Sharice surprised James then.  She kissed him.  Then she said, "and this
is the family my girls and I would have to be a part of?"

   "If Pong accepts me back.  Its very possible she won't.  She was
incredibly pissed off when I left."

   "Why?  if she was down with you fucking her little sister what would she
object to?  what did you do, shit in her little sister's mouth?"

   As she said this, Sharice shifted about and began nibbling at James'
nipples, ready to work her way down his body.

   "No, she liked that.  The two of them did any and everything I ever
asked, and usually a whole lot more.  They did their best to become my
shit, piss and sex slaves, and without me really asking for anything.

   "Damn," said Sharice, now nibbling at his pubic hair and quickly working
her way back to his dirty asshole, "Those are some nasty freaks." Then she
laughed and said, "But look who's talking," and dove back to cleaning up
the shitty mess in his asshole, but paused again briefly, "Wait, I got it.
You went fucking outside the family."

   "No," said James, "and that was the problem."

   "Wha--"

   "Excuse me, Shar.  I know I'm being a little selfish now, but would you
mind getting back into my asshole.  I need to shit and your mouth feels so
good on me when I do.  Besides, when you hear what comes next, you'll see
why I'm not sure I'll be welcome in Pong's life or bed anymore."

   Sharice quickly glued her mouth back on James's anus and began sucking,
literally sucking the shit out of him.  It took only a bit of a grunt and a
push, and he had once again evacuated another turd into her slutty shit
hungry mouth.  She swallowed quickly and licked away at his asshole,
cleaning him.

   "Oh God, yes," sighed James.  "I love it when you do that.  Okay.  It
happened a couple of months after Pong and I got married.  One day my
lawyer and friend, Gino, and his transsexual wife, Gina dropped in the
resort I managed."

   Sharice came up from his asshole sputtering, "Gina and Gino?"

   "Yep.  His idea.  Now that is my idea of a sick fuck.  Got a new wife
and give her a derivative of your own name."

   Sharice laughed and James could see the shit still lingering in her
mouth.

   "I don't think either of us are in a position to criticize another
couple's choices," she giggled, then dropped back down to his asshole.  But
her tongue had only begin fucking into him when she suddenly raised back
up.

   "You fucked Gina!"

   "Ugh!  no," said James, and an involuntary shiver ran down his spine.

   "Why, because she used to be a guy?"

   "Partially," admitted James, "but more because I knew him when he was a
guy,and he was a manipulative bitch back then.  He could only be worse
now."

   "Hmmmmmm," mused Sharice, who then shrugged, and dove back into his
sloppy asshole.

   James took this as his queue to go back to his story.  Even so, he took
this opportunity to wrap his arms under his knees to give Sharice better
access to deeper regions of his asshole.  This invitation was avidly
received.  She growled into his asshole and dug in deep.

   James went on.  "The thing was, they didn't come alone.  Evidently
Pong's and Rang's parents saw this as an opportunity to better the life of
their youngest daughter, a mischievous 5 year old named Pung.  She hopped
out of their car, ran to her sisters and then started staring at me like I
was from outer space."

   "Smart girl," interjected Sharice.  showing her shit smeared face, then
disappearing again into the recesses of James ass.

   "Yes," agreed James.  "It took her about two weeks to warm up to me. 
She didn't speak a word of English, and my Thai is severely limited.  But
bit by bit, she grew on me.  Practically literally.  It didn't take long
before I had an extra appendage called Pung.  Whether I was working around
the resort, swimming in the pool or napping in the middle of the day, she
was right there beside me."

   Sharice raised up, aghast.  "Wait, I think I see what's coming, and I'm
not sure I can handle it."

   "You want me to stop?"

   Sharice paused, looking a bit comical with shit smeared on her nose, but
then said, "No, go on.  I need to know."

   "That's what I figured," James said.

   "Wait a minute," said Sharice.  "This is like listening to science
fiction or a horror story for me.  It all seems unreal, but I'm caught
right in the middle between feeling appalled and horny as hell.  Do you
think you could put off the ending of this thing until after we fuck.  I
really need to cum and I need to feel you cum inside me.  Whatever happens
after that just happens, but you are the man I love, and I want to squeeze
every little bit of passion out of this relationship I can before we risk
it all."

   She then climbed up on top of James and began disrobing.  James watched
in rapt fascination.

   He looked up at her in complete adoration.

   "I love you so goddamn much," he said.

   "Me too," she said as she pulled off her blouse and undid her
jeans.Watching her wrestle her way out of the jeans was just as comical as
watching her put them on.  James smiled but held his laughter.  He loved
Sharice so deeply he couldn't believe it.  So deep, he had to risk her love
to tell her the truth.  He might have continued to hold back the whole
story if not for the fact that should she go with him, she would find out
later, and if it was too much for her, she would be in an untenable
position.  He was asking her to give up school, any plans for a normal
future and her network of family and friends in the States.  He would also
be exposing her girls to a whole new way of life.  Although he would
welcome her doing this willingly, he did not want to trap her into that
kind of situation.  He had to let her know.

   When she was completely nude, James pulled her down to him and kissed
her, disregarding the filth that coated her mouth and tongue.  Loving her
all the more for being willing to submit herself to him like this.  This
was a woman who was happy to eat his shit, have his baby and let him know
her darkest desires.  He loved her for that.

   "Let me fuck you," she whispered to him.  "Let me ride your fucking
cock. Then I'm going to piss in your mouth and shit all over your face. 
Then you can tell me the rest of your fucking story."

   "Okay," James said softly and simply.

   Sharice sat up on him and positioned herself over his cock.  With an
agonizing slowness she lowered herself onto him until he was fully embedded
inside of her.

   She held her tummy.  "This is your baby," she said.  "Our baby.  Our
second child.  If we can somehow come out of this together, I want another
one.  I want you to be the man all my babies call father, and who I can
always come to."

   Then she started fucking him.  Slowly.  Deeply.  Taking him deep, then
releasing him till only the tip of hid dick was inside her, then deep into
her cunt again.  She controlled the fuck, Working him into the sensitive
recesses of her cunt.  Tears came to her eyes and she started to cry.  So
did he.  He fucked her back, trying to meet the needs she was driving to
complete.  For the first time there was no profanity while they fucked.  No
cursing, no nasty expletives.  Instead they each repeatedly declared their
love for each other, reaching for something in this desperate intercourse
that could bind them beyond any tragedy ore hardship.  It went on this way
for some time until James could not stand it anymore and picked up the
pace, He called her name and begged her to love him.  There tears become a
torrent and she leaned over him, telling him she would always want him in
her life.  He drove a finger into her asshole and she rode him harder,
grinding into him as she did, searching the deepest level of sensation from
clit, pussy and asshole she could.  Their hunching, grinding fuck sped ever
faster until they were a blur together and until Sharice's orgasm broke
over her.  She screamed as if struck by lighting.  James came too, with a
growling grunting attempt to pour every drop of semen he would ever have
into the cavern of her love and lust."

   When it was done, Sharice sat back up and said, "That was beautiful,"
then scooted up to position her pussy over his mouth, dripping with his own
cum mixed with her juices, and whatever residue that still remained from
her brother's cum down into his waiting mouth.

   "Now drink my piss, you pedophilic motherfucker," she sneered, with more
than a little vehemence, and began spraying James' face with her urine. 
She soaked his face and hair, as well as filling his mouth with her piss.
"Drink it!" she demanded, "Drink it all!"

   James did his best, but Sharice evidently wasn't satisfied because she
began smearing her sloppy cunt over his face.

   "Take it," she cried.  "Lick my nasty cunt."

   James did.  His feeling of humiliation and guilt rode him to do just as
she said.  But Sharice wasn't finished.  She rose up higher until her
asshole was hovering over his face.

   "Lick out my ass," she commanded.  "Eat your cum out of my asshole. 
Then I'll shit all over your little girl fucking face."

   She lowered her ass to his face and smothered him.  He sucked at her
asshole and gagged on the cum that she shit out of it.  Then he felt her
asshole open and her shit fairly flowed into his mouth.  He was gagging and
choking by now, struggling and a little fearful Sharice really did mean to
kill him this way, even before she had heard the last, and worst, of his
damning story.  But this was not Sharice's intent.  She finally released
James from the confinement of her big black ass and let him breathe, but
continued to smear her shit all over his face by riding and grinding him.

   When she was finally satisfied with the filthy mess she made, she rose
and turned around.  She looked and her handiwork and sneered.  "Jesus,
you're filthy.  What do you have to say for yourself?"

   Tears of remorse filled James eyes.  They were real and drawn from every
transgression that had led him here.

   "I'm sorry, Momma." he said, referring to Sharice as Momma had long
since been drilled into him during their s and m sessions.  It satisfied
deep seated needs in both of them.

   "Now clean me, motherfucker.  Clean up my asshole " she ordered him.

   James went to the task.  He licked and sucked at her asshole, licking
over the round globes of her ass until he had ingested all of the shit he
found there.

   When he pulled away from her, gasping for air and red from exertion.

   "Finished?" she asked, harshly.

   "Yes, Momma." he answered, waiting for further instructions or
criticism.

   Sharice rose, turned and looked at him, the filthy shit smeared face he
presented to her.  She smiled and kissed him, sharing the nastiness that
drew them tighter and tighter together with each passing sex session.

   "Now finish your story," she said.

   The lay together then, awash with urine and covered with smeared
excrement.  They smelled bad, It felt beautiful, sick and sad.  And James
continued his story.

   "It happened a couple of months later.  Pung was an innocent.  She slept
in her own room away from the room Pong, Rang and I shared.  It was the one
time she was separated by herself.  Every few nights, she'd demand to have
Rang sleep with her.  That was no problem.  Pong and I both agreed we
needed to keep her away from the sexual part of the lifestyle we shared."

   "Then one night my partners came into the resort..."

   "Partners?"

   "We had bought into the resort together, We'd met years before and hit
it off.  We wound up becoming a poor man's consortium.  We would find or
set up little businesses in different Asian countries and get them running.
Sometimes we'd sell them off.  If they weren't too labor intensive, we'd
run them remotely."

   "Like what?"

   "Oh, usually outsourcing of some sort or another.  There was a service
for the employment of registered nurses who would then go work in other
countries.  There were some minor league porn flick distributors that sold
videos over the Web.  None of this would make us major league players, but
it did give us an excuse to keep exploring Asia and a way to support our
varied lifestyles.  Anyway, we had bought into this resort when I decided
this was where I wanted to settle down.  It gave Girard and Brad a place to
chill between business endeavors and was a pretty steady stream of income.
We were on a lake and worked with some locals who were setup for wake
boarding and para-gliding.  And we were almost close enough to Pattaya to
keep up connections with my friends with the bar and blowjob business.  It
worked out pretty good.  Anyway, that night Girard and Brad came in and we
all got drunk.  When I finally got to bed, I climbed in and grabbed the
first warm body I found.  We cuddled in the dark and I knew it had to be
Rang's little ass I was butting my dick up against.  She didn't protest
when I worked my way under the covers and started eating her hairless
pussy. In fact, if anything she encouraged me and egged me on.  I rolled
her over and mounted her from behind.  I rubbed my cock into her, first
against her asshole and then against her pussy to see where she wanted me,
and when she pushed back when I probed at her cunt, I rampaged in, but
could barely get the head of my dick lodged in her.  I was already way too
drunk and horny to pay attention.  I really don't even know if I busted up
the little girl's cherry or not, and I do know I busted a nut in her in
pretty quick order.  Then I just rolled over and fell asleep."

   "That's kind of what I figured," interjected Sharice.  "I certainly
don't approve, but I never would have figured you for a straight out
rapist, and the girl didn't try to stop you."

   "Anyway, the next thing I knew I was being beaten by Pong.  She was
screaming at me, both in English and Thai, wanting to know what the fuck I
had done and how could I do that to her innocent little sister.  She ran me
out of our cabin and I wandered out on the road.  I'm not sure how I
managed it, but I got to Pattaya, arranged a car to the airport in Bangkok
and flew out with the money in my pocket and a backpack I'd grabbed on the
way out."

   I wound up back here and that's when you and Bill picked me up.  I had
just landed and didn't have a clue about what to do.  I figured Pong could
handle whatever was going with the resort, along with whatever profit it
generated.  She'd already proven herself a decent administrator and knew
her way around the local area.

   "Shit," muttered Sharice.  "I think you may be right about Pong not
letting you back in.  You fucked up, baby.  Maybe irrevocably.  And it
sounds to me like she doesn't really need you now."

   "Yeah," agreed James, "but that's not the worst part."

   "Shit, baby, how could things get any worse."

   James took a deep breath and said, "because I've been fucking Vanessa on
a regular basis ever since I first arrived.

   That was when time froze.  There was a moment of shocked silence.  Then
an explosion.

   "Fuck!  Shit!  Goddamn!" screamed Sharice.

   James was trying to disappear into the piss soaked sheets, but was not
at all successful.

   "Why did you have to tell me that?  You've been fucking Vanessa.  Your
own daughter."

   "Yes," answered James, determined to take whatever punishment Sharice
meant to dish out without response.  He didn't feel he had any excuse,
reasonable cause or defense.

   "Jesus!" Sharice said as she sat up and glared at James, then said, "I
knew it.  I've known it for weeks, but I didn't want to know it.  I didn't
want to find out.  I didn't want you to fucking tell me.  Why did you have
to fucking tell me?"

   "Because I don't want you to find out when you don't have any recourse,"
said James.  "You're building a life here.  If you go with me, you'll have
to give up everything you've started.  I don't want you to have any
regrets."

   "James, my whole life is crammed with regrets." she said, then she
slapped him.  "And I don't have any recourse either.  I love you.  'Ness
and Patricia love you.  You're the best thing in our lives and the only
man, other than Bill, who has ever stepped up and made things better for
us. Now, I actually have to deal with this shit."

   She started to cry and fell onto Bill.  She kissed him, begging him to
please make it better.

   Bill could do no more that try.

   "I--I can promise never to let it happen again."

   Sharice slapped him again.  "Fuck you!" she exclaimed.  "Don't you
understand.  That little girl is a nymphomaniac.  She can't go without
dick. If you stop fucking her, she'll just find someone who will."

   "That's what she told me."

   "She was telling the truth.  Now, we might put her up under a shrink for
years, but then she'd be fucked up in a whole other way.  Fuck!  I was
trying to keep a blind eye to you and 'Ness were doing the nasty, but you
have even fucked that up."

   James was now totally confused.  Was he being told he should fuck
Vanessa, or that the relationship was now doomed because he had admitted
his transgression.

   "I--I--I don't understand," he said softly.

   Sharice suddenly pulled him back on top of her and wrapped her legs
around me.  "Kiss me, you white motherfucker!" she demanded.

   James did, Sharice kissed him back viciously, raping his mouth with her
tongue and holding him tight.

   "Here is what you're going to do," she declared.  "You are going to call
your little whore twat wife and see if you can come back home.  If she says
yes, you tell her about me and the girls.  Then we do whatever the fuck it
is we have to do to stay together."

   James was nonplussed.  Nothing was settled.  He hadn't been forgiven. 
He hadn't been condemned.  But Sharice had just declared that his place was
with her and the girls.  What else was he to do but as she suggested.  He
loved her, but he was truly one confused white pedophilic polyamoric
motherfucker.

   "Okay," he said, lost in the reason, or lack of same, He could now
expect to spend the rest of his life trying to untangle it all, but that
was alright with him, because after months in stasis, he could finally move
again.  He quickly calculated the time difference and determined that it
was now early morning in Thailand.

   "Well?" said Sharice, "what are you waiting for?"

   "Okay," said James and picked up the phone, then dialled it for long
distance, the country code for Thailand, the local dialing code, and the
finally,the number to the Sunset Resort.

   "Put it on the speaker," demanded Sharice.  "Let me hear what this woman
I have to share you with sounds like."

   "Okay," said James, and they could hear the phone ring 10,000 miles
away. Finally it was picked up.

   "Morning, Sunset Resort," said a booming bass voice on the other end.

   "Girard?" said James.

   "Yes,"answered the voice, then there was a pause.  "James?  Is that
you?"

   "Yes, it is."

   "Hey, mate!  Its great to hear your voice.  Now get your arse back here
so I can escape this hell hole."

   "What?  What's wrong."

   "I hate this little backwater hole in the ground!" exulted Girard, his
Australian accent coming through loud and clear.  "You're the one who is
supposed to be managing it with your little group of she devils.  We need
you here, mate.  Come on back."

   "That's the plan, Girard, if Pong lets me."

   "Let's you?  Why wouldn't she let you.  She's crying and moaning about
you every day.  Won't let Brad close enough to smell her.  Won't associate
with foreigners, despite the fact she's the one who keeps the wheels
rolling and the palms greased."

   "Um--she didn't mention anything about why I left?"

   "Only that you and she had a fight.  Is there more."

   "No...no," stuttered James.  "Um, would you try to get her on the phone
for me."

   "Sure thing, mate," said Girard.

   "Thanks, Girard," interjected Sharice, determined to make her presence
known.

   "Hellloooo," responded Girard.  "Who is that, may I ask."

   "This is James's other woman, Sharice." She said bluntly.

   "Ooooohhh shit!  I don't think I want to be around for this
conversation."

   "Will you get her though," insisted James.

   "Sure, she'll be right here.  Just hold on."

   Insipid music came on.  They waited.  Sharice looked at James.  James
looked back.  A minute that seemed like forever passed, then the music
stopped.

   "'Ello," came a voice that brought both fear to James's heart and tears
to his eyes.

   "Pong?" said James softly.

   "James?  James!" suddenly screamed the girl on the other end of the
line.

   "Yes, it's me.  Pong I---"

   "Come home!" said Pong, her voice hysterical.  "Come home now!"

   "Yes, but Pong--"

   "But nothing!  Come home.  I need you.  Rang and Pung and I need you
here."

   "But Pong I need to tell you..."

   "I don't care.  You got another woman, I think.  I don't care.  You come
home.  You belong here.  Now!  Not tomorrow.  Now!" then there was a pause,
and finally in almost a whimper, "please."

   "I'm on my way, sweetheart, but I won't be alone."

   "Don't care.  You come."

   "Consider it done, darling." said James, not knowing what else to say.

   "James, I love you," said the small voice on the line.  James looked a
Sharice.  She nodded yes.

   "I love you too, baby," he said.  "And yes, I'm coming home."

   The phone went dead.  James looked as Sharice again.  "I guess we're on
our way," he said.  "Prepare yourself to say hello to Thailand."

   Just then Evangeline busted into the room with Bill behind her.  She
froze stock cold.

   "What the fuck is this?" she said staring blankly.  "Eeeew, you two are
a couple of nasty freaks." Then slammed the door.

   James and Sharice started to laugh, suddenly aware of their shit smeared
contenances.

   ###### Epilogue ######

   It took more than a day to get to Thailand.  It took almost another
month.  Bill had to transition his job to a replacement.  He put Evangeline
in charge of his properties, and it was no surprise to anyone when Bill
walked in on her and her boys in an enthusiastic three way fuck fest.  He
was neither surprised or put off, and quickly joined in by plugging his big
black cock in Evangeline's hungry mouth to give her a triple dose of male
cum as all three of her men blasted copious spews of cum into her welcoming
orifices.

   Passports had to be arranged, as well as work permits and other assorted
legalities.  But finally, towards the end of the dry season in Thailand,
they made the move.

   And so it was that late in the evening, a dirty white van pulled up to
the Sunset resort.  Out climbed Patricia, Vanessa, Sharice, then Bill and
finally James.  "Let the driver take care of the bags," he noted.

   The whole family had been pleasantly surprised at how James had taken
charge as soon as the decision to relocate had been reached.  He contacted
his friend Gino to arrange the legalities.  He arranged the tickets and
transportation.  From the moment they left the States, everyone was agog at
the exotic scenery and customs.  James guided them all gently through every
step.

   As soon as James showed his face he was greeted by his friends, Brad and
Girard.  They shook hands all around and did guy hugs.  James introduced
them to the newest member of their poor man's consortium, Bill, who was
excited to be part of whatever the fuck it was they were doing and said so
in so many words.

   Next came two young girls dressed in bikinis and running out to the van.
Pang, the taller girl rushed into James arms and kissed him in a way a 10
year old should probably not know how to do.

   Girard smiled crookedly.  "They do that all the time," he said.  "Means
nothing.  You just got to get used to it."

   Sharice nodded knowingly, knowing much more than Girard ever would.  The
other little girl, Pung was standing at James's feet.  He looked down at
her, then reached out for her tentatively to see what she would do.  "She
jumped into his arms and began to cry.  "Sorry," she said.  "Sorry."

   James wiped the tears from her eyes and said.  "No.  Not you sorry. 
Never you sorry." and kissed her gently.  She refused to let him go and he
patted her back.  He looked to Sharice and Bill.  "Sorry.  She and I tend
to speak in broken English."

   Sharice nodded and patted the little girl on the back too.

   "It's okay, baby," she cooed.  The little girl looked at her puzzled,
the reached for her, and clung to her as tightly as she had to James.

   "Guess you passed the test," said James.

   Sharice smiled.  A mother's smile.

   Meanwhile, Vanessa and Pang were eyeing each other with suspicion. 
There was a territorial battle coming for sure, and James hoped his dick
could survive it.

   "Where's Pong?" he asked.

   "In the back," nodded Brad towards the bar.  "She still dances
sometimes, but doesn't fuck around.  She's the one girl in the place who
seems immune to my overtures," and he glowered at James as if he had
screwed up his fun again.

   "I gotta go," James said.  Bill and Sharice nodded.

   James walked quickly to the bar and into the back where the girls
worked. He searched the darkness for his wife.  Finally he saw her.  She
was dancing to the raucous beat of The Fire Down Below.  Her fine ass was
gyrating smoothly to the music and he smiled in admiration at the
suggestive and rhythmic display.  Her back was to him, but she froze in
place as if she felt his eyes on her.  She turned slowly to reveal that she
was even more pregnant than Sharice.  "James mouthed "Oh my God," as Pong
ran and launched herself off the stage and into his arms, trusting him
implicitly to catch her.

   James caught her and with eyes popping wide, said, "Pong, you're
pregnant."

   "Yes!" exulted Pong.  "Now, you'll be a Daddy for real."

   That took James's breath away even more and he started to talk when he
saw that was Pong looking behind him.  He turned, and saw Sharice watching
them.

   Pong moved out of James arms towards Sharice.  Sharice tried to be cool.
"I'm Sharice," she said softly, and held out her hand to shake it.

   "You James's woman?" asked Pong, bluntly, ignoring the offered hand.

   "Yes," James is my man," answered Sharice, turning the phrase subtly.

   "Our man," declared Pong.  She stood a head shorter than Sharice, but
was nonetheless intimidating.  "You got James's baby too?" she asked.

   "Yes," said Sharice defiantly.

   Pong suddenly broke into a big grin and hugged Sharice and said.  "We
are family,...," then broke into the old Sister Sledge song with the next
line, "I got all my sisters with me," which Sharice picked up easily.

   James was relieved.  "Great harmony," he sighed.

   Pong looked at James.  "No more baby girl fucking!"

   "Right," said James, not sure if that included Rang and Vanessa,but
willing to agree to anything to bring some peace to this convoluted
situation.

   "Good," said Pong, as if that settled the whole matter.  "You broke
Pung's heart.  She thought she did bad."

   "Oh no," chimed both James and Sharice.

   "No.  You did bad.  You got drunk and fucked her tiny pussy."

   "Yeah," said James.

   As if that settled everything, Pong turned and looked at Sharice.  "I
like your skin," she said.

   "Thank you," smiled Sharice.

   "I think I want to eat your pussy." said Pong.

   "Wh--what?" said Sharice.

   "Sure, we both with James.  He fucks us both.  We both got baby.  It's
good we like each other.  I eat your pussy, you suck my asshole, okay?"

   "Um--umm..." muttered Sharice, not sure she was ready for this, but Pong
when on unabated as she dragged them both out of the bar.  "I got rooms
ready.  Rang and Pung and your girls live together in their rooms.  We
share next door." She nudged James.  "Your little girlfriends can visit
you, but you sleep with us.  No more surprises when you drink too much. 
You fuck in the dark, it's our pussies and assholes.  Daytime, you fuck who
likes to fuck you."

   "But with discretion," ordered Sharice, who still kept the
out-of-sight/out-of-mind rule in place for James liaisons with his darker
skinned daughters.

   "And only in the family," added Pong, whose liberal sexual attitudes did
not include anyone outside her specific circle.  "And now I get to fuck
Shar too." She squeezed Sharice's hand and looked up at her.  "I like
fucking girls too."

   Sharice only smiled.

   They were now at the cabin they now shared, next to the cabin the girls
would occupy together.  As they approached the door, Pong stopped and
addressed Sharice again.

   "You like to eat shit with James?" she said bluntly.

   Sharice blushed but said honestly, "Yes, James and I like to play ....
games."

   "Good," answered Pong.  "Lets try to fuck him to death tonight."

   "Sure baby," said Sharice smiling, suddenly realizing Pong meant to
bring them all together as a family, and fucking together was the way it
was to be done.  She put her arm around Pong's ballooning waist and kissed
her sweetly on the lips, Then she said, "And from now on, you just call me
Momma."

   Pong giggled and kissed her back.  Then they both reached back and
grabbed James by his hands and pulled him into the darkness of their room.
James smiled contentedly as he walked to a delightful and perpetual doom in
the arms of the women and girls he loved.

   ~~~Finis~~~~