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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: The James Norton Saga - "girls" 004
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted) Series: The James Norton Saga
Summary: James is back inthe States after ten years in Asia.  He has
reconnected with an old friends and his first lover, and soon finds he has
a daughter he never knew about.  He then gets emmeshed in a whole new set
of perversions.
Keywords: Warning!  MF,inter,WMBW,romance,ped
(tease),anal,scat,incest(tease),light sm
[For (nasty) adults only.  Yes, we started slow, but we knew where we're
going, and we're almost there.]
   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."
   The two girls, now dressed in night clothes, came running down the
steps. Vanessa was wearing a tee-shirt that didnt' quite cover the cleft of
her hairless pussy in her pink panties.  Pat wore a small tee-shirt and
white panties with a barbie motif.
   Sharice sat them all down.  "I am tired and mad and sad, so I only want
to have to say this once.  It's bedtime.  No more sex play in this house
for anyone under the age of 18.  You kids all need to go to bed, but not
together.  You girls go to your room.  You boys can sleep on the couch or
whatever.  My man and me are going to the guest bedroom.  Your Momma and
Uncle Bill are busy in his room.  Leave them be.  You are all to go to bed
and go to sleep.  Period.  Do I make myself clear?  Any further discussion
is postponed until after I've had my morning coffee."
   "Yes Momma." said the two girls, dutifully.  "Yes'm," echoed the two
boys.
   "Then let's go," said Sharice and motioned for Vanessa and Patricia to
head up stairs.  She took James hand and together, they followed the girls
back upstairs.  Once there, James picked up Sharice's bag and his backpack
and waited as Sharice tucked the girls in.  Throughout, Vanessa kept
sneaking peaks at James.  Her big round brown eyes full of wonder at the
new found discovery that her daddy was a white man,and that he was here. 
He was just as facinated, and despite his weariness and the general
mindfuck that had been his lot for the past two weeks, he wanted to know
the truth of the matter.
   At long last they made their way to the guest bedroom, which was just
next door to the girls' room.  They stepped in and James dropped the bags
onto the floor.
   "Finally," Sharice exhaled and collapsed onto him, letting him fully
support her weight, then kissed him sweetly, and somehow all James's
fatigue and troubles melted away.
   Sharice laughed lightly and said, "I feel like we had to run an obstacle
course just to be alone together." James took this as his que and kissed
her again.  He was evidently reading the signals right because Sharice
began undressing him in the midst of the kiss.  She seemed to be reacting
to him the same way he was to her, heating up quickly, just as she had in
the car.  It was like striking a pair of matches from a single flint, and
they flamed together, feeding each other's desire.  Sharice was well
practiced in undressing a man, and James quickly had his shirt off. 
Sharice kissed him lightly on his neck and chest as she began progessively
working down his body, then spread back his chest hair to suck at his
nipples.  This inflamed James further.  "Oh yeah," he murmured when he felt
her sharp teeth bite at him, and heard her chuckle again.
   "I see some things haven't changed," she said.  And James remembered
that it was Sharice who had joined him in their first experiments in
turning pain into pleasure.  And she was right.  His preference for a mix
of pain with his sex had only increased in the time they had been apart. 
He wondered if she was the same.  But any thought was quickly driven from
his mind as she bore down on his nipple with her teeth and fished down into
his pants for his cock.  She jacked him off as she sucked his nipple. 
Priming him for whatever lay ahead.
   Without thinking James pushed lightly down on Sharice's head, guiding
her lower.  Sharice followed his lead and went to her knees, unbuckling,
unzipping, and then pulling down his jeans to reveal his dick and strong,
if scarred, legs.  He stepped out of his pants and watched wordlessly as
Sharice began jacking him off again, his cock well lubricated by the precum
gernerated during the repeated erotic teases throughout the evening; their
shared kisses and carresses, then catching her girls fucking with their
cousins, and then walking in on Bill and Evangeline as they culminated an
anal sex interlude.  His need for her had grown with each added perversion
until now.  Evenso, he realized his need for Sharice was more emotional
than physical.  She was an anchor for him.  Even with her life fucked up
and though she and her kids were as destitute as he was.  He felt a
stability in their connection.  Not like souls, but shared souls.  He
needed that connection, and he also knew fucking her was somehow the right
way to cement it in stone.
   As if reading his mind, Sharice looked up into his eyes and said to him,
"Watch me while I suck your cock." and engulfed him into her mouth's warm
velvet cavern, still looking up at him.  Again, she must have remembered
what he liked because she used her teeth on him while she sucked and
tongued his cock.  "He also saw her reach raise up her skirt and reach into
her panties to masturbate herself as she sucked him.
   She pulled away briefly and gasped, "God, I forgot how much I love doing
this to you," then attacked his cock with renewed ferver.  James showed his
appreciation by grabbing her behind her head and fucking into her mouth. 
He felt her open her throat and take him all the way into her gullet until
her lips were pressed into his pubic hair.  Even then she growled her
desire and wrangled at his cock like a tigress tearing at a new kill, as if
wanting to draw his cock all the way down into her stomach.  It was only
after her eyes started to tear and she couldn't breath that she pulled
away, with messy strands of saliva dripping from both James' cock and her
mouth.  She then quickly rose and kissed him, smearing them both with the
mess.  But by now neither of them cared.  If anything, it added to their
shared desires.  They were teenage kids again, and the same spark that had
drawn them together as ardent, if secret and casual lovers through their
highschool years, into college and on into the workaday world, was still
intact.  They fit together, and they felt the connection like steel pillars
in a world of decay.  It was as if this was one of the few real things they
could count on, unseen and unmeasurable, but more real than the clothes
they wore or the papers that had bound them to marraiges and contracts.  It
was breathtaking and beautiful.
   Breaking the kiss, James said, "My turn," and began taking his turn at
undressing Sharice.
   "I hope you're not disappointed," Sharice whispered as he began
unbuttoning her blouse.
   "Not likely," said James.  Uncovering her bra and the overflowing mounds
of her full brown breasts.
   "I'm no schoolgirl anymore, James.  My stomach isn't flat and my tits
don't point to the ceiling.  I'm a mother, and I've got the stretchmarks to
prove it." Then, as he unhooked the catch to her skirt, lending truth to
her words and as he pulled her skirt down, following by pealing her see
through panties down her legs.
   "Beautiful," was all he said, with open adoration.  Then he carefully
helped her step out of the underwear and skirt.  She used his shoulder for
support as she did so.  Then he 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 easiy 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 serveed to drive James to a mental and emotional plane he never
thought to attain again.
   And urging him on, Sharice grabbed him by the hair on the sides of his
head and groaned.  "Yesssssss, suck my pussy.  Show me you remember my
kitten, cause she remembers you, James.  You made me squirt the first time
you ate me out.  Now make me squirt right into your mouth.  Your cunt
sucking mouth."
   James switched strategy and began sucking Sharice's pronounced clit.  It
was elongated and erect, drenched in pussy juice and begging for attention.
As soon as James latched on it, Sharice went wild.  She began fucking his
face with her cunt, trying to swallow him into her pussy.  She came quick
and just as promised, she drenched James with her squirting woman
ejaculate. She held him tight as she came and he had to catch his breath.
   He rose and caught her as she wobbled on her weakened knees.
   "Oh, James.  We still got it, baby.  Oh yes, we still got it." she
murmured in semi-conscousness as he guided her onto the bed.  She curled up
in a fetal positon on the bed when she lay down, then transferred her
clutching clinging need to him when he lay down beside her, wrapping her
legs and arms around him in the bed, encasing his body just as she had
encased his cock in her mouth and throat when she sucked him.  james
somehow maneuvered the pair of them under the covers and joined together
with her with wet kisses, that drew him from her mouth to her neck, then to
suckling at her breasts, licking at her big dark brown nipples and biting
them with nips inserspersed with deep hard sucking, filling his mouth with
her mammary flesh, like a hungry baby hungry for milk.  This went on for
some minutes until she pushed him away with a groan.
   "Just hold me for a minute," she said, then sighed.  "You just 'bout
tore my titties out by the roots."
   "Sorry," said James.
   "Don't be sorry," Sharice answered.  "I liked it.  I just need a break.
I like the pain too, but need to stop it every once in a while before it
goes from fun to serious shit."
   James did as she asked and held her quietly going back to gentle tender
kisses, sharing all the flavors of their oral coupling.
   Thinking Sharice was now satiated and tired, James spoke before he got
too worked up again, "Would you like to sleep now?" he asked.
   Sharice grinned warmly.  "No, I'd like to fuck now." she said.  "You're
not getting away without a nut tonight.  Any man who can make me squirt
deserves a full fledged orgasm.  And for tonight, you are my man.  When you
think of your night with me, I want you to remember the best cum you ever
had.  Besides, I think that poor dick of yours has been teased enough for
one night.  Let's see.  You watched my girls fucking and cumming; Pat piss
in David's mouth, which as I recall was a big turnon for you," Sharice
paused for James' reaction.
   James closed his eyes and nodded in acknowledgement.  "Still true," he
admitted, "but as I recall it was your idea to try it to start with."
   "We'll get into that in a bit," said Sharice archly, then went on. 
"Then you saw Evangeline getting fucked in the ass and finally, you were
cock-teased by your own new found daughter.  I think I'd better make
society safe before I let you leave this room, even if it's just to take a
piss."
   "Ahh, so you're saying you're fucking me out of a sense of duty?"
asked/postulated James.
   "Booty duty," answered Sharice.  "But I want it too.  I need you to cum
in me.  It's like reliving all those sweet times we dug each other's sexual
fantasies without rules or expectations.  It's like its all still right
here.  Still"
   "Maybe it wasn't just the circumstances, Shar," said James, lying back
and falling into the shortened nickname he'd used for her all those years
ago.  "Maybe what was special was the combination of you and me, and maybe
it doesn't matter about the when or where of it all.  We connect as man and
woman."
   "Well, I'm in the mood to connect a bit right now," she said and rolled
over on top of him, kissing him, then working her way down his body.  When
she got to his nipples, she seemed to decide to give a fair exchange for
his mauling of her magnificent tits.  She quickly made him groan in pain
and pleasure and continued to grind her teeth into his flesh until it was
his turn to push her away.  However, instead of rising up to playfully kiss
him as he expected, Sharice nipped, licked and kissed her way down his
stomach to his groin and he once again felt his cock embedded into the
moist enclosure of her mouth.  This time she spent her time licking the
lenght of his dick, then sucking each of his balls into her mouth, tongue
bathing every part of him.  James moaned in pleasure as Sharice continued
to lave his balls.  Then she suddenly grabbed his legs and pushed them up
so he bent his kness.
   "Wha--" he exclaimed.
   Without explaining herself, Sharice buried her face into the crack of
James ass.  She wormed her tongue up into his asshole and began tongue
fucking him.  At the same time she reached up, grabbed his dick and began
jacking him off.  This was one of those things she meant she'd learned
since they had been apart he thought, and did his best to relax his asshole
for her.  Sharice dug deeper, sucking at his asshole as she ate him out. 
It felt delightful and nasty as hell.  And James loved it.
   They were both moaning when the door to the bedroom suddenly opened and
in walked Vanessa.  "Momma,..." she started, then simply said "Wow!  I
never knew you could do that."
   Sharice sat up and turned her head to her daughter.  "Vanessa, will you
get out of here.  Can't you see I'm tossin' this man's salad?"
   "What?" said Vanessa.
   "Later!" insisted Sharice.  "Unless this is a real emergency.  We can
discuss it in the morning.  Me and your Daddy are getting reaquainted."
   Vanessa giggled, "I don't have to worry 'bout any baby brothers or
sisters if that's the way you do it." she said and dashed from the room.
   In his chagrin, james could only speak his mind.  "Like mother, like
daughter." He said, looking down at Sharice between his spread knees.
   "You're awful brave to be in such a compromised position," said Sharice,
as she took look at James' erect penis and cum bloated balls.
   "Trusting," said James.  "First loves should never bust balls or
castrate."
   In answer Sharice leaned in and bit the inside of his ass cheeks, first
one and then the other.
   "Ouch!" squealed James.  Then giggled.  "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 said.
   "Shit is right," mewled Sharice.  "I can feel your shit."
   "The real problem is I think I like it," said James.
   Sharice just grinned, then withdrew her finger from his ass and popped
it in her mouth.
   "That was shit, all right," she said.
   Seeing Sharice suck the sticky brown mess off her finger caused James'
dick to pulse.  Seeing this, Sharice said, "I was wondering if you still
remembered our nasty little games."
   "Remember?" said james.  "They ruined me.  Our little games turned me
into a freak.  I've never been fully satisified in a relationship since
then unless it included shit and piss as part of sexual play."
   Sharice grinned and her eyes glinted in the dim bedroom light.  "Me
too," she said softly.  "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 in my pussy?" finished Sharice.
   "Yeah, but before I do, I'd really like to return the favor you just
did."
   "Ohhh!" smiled Sharice, releasing his legs.  "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," mumurred Sharice and switched around so James had a full view
of her big black round butt.  Then she backed her ass up to him 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 tongueback 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 was smothered between the heavy firm globes of
her ass, and he loved it.  At the same time, Sharice was moaning her
pleasure and approval, and subsequntly dove onto his dick, sucking at the
head, then swallowing him whole, then drawing back and nibbling on him.
   Neither one would cum like this.  They both knew it, but it was a
practiced pleasuring they both remembered from years before.  One that
heightened their desire and fulfilled some dark chasm they shared.  This
way they pleasured and readied each other for the delicious fuck that was
yet to come.  Back in the day, where they were discovering each other and
their own fresh perverse desires, they would have prolonged the oral play.
They would have experimented 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.  "I want all of it."
   "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 sucked his load out of him as strongly as her
mouth ever did.  He fucked Sharice with all the power and speeed he could
muster.  Sharice screamed, and James joined her, the two of them cumming
togehter.  James was flushed red as he froze in total abandon.  Sharice
seemed to be struggling beneath him, yet clutching him tight with her legs
and arms and cunt.  Their orgasm was an explosion of cum and James drenched
Sharice's cunt in thick spurting ropes.  Sharice answered in turn, spurting
her female ejaculant as well.  It was messy, sticky, and smelled of strong
heavy sexual expulsions.  Both were panting, breathing hard and carried a
look of wonder.  This was better than anything they had shared before, and
they both had always gauged sexual experiences against the milestone of
their shared progressive exploration into sex and their relationship as
friends and secret lovers.
   James rolled over and fell back onto the bed.
   "I never----" he gasped.
   "Me either...." panted Sharice.
   Then they laughed and embraced, glorying in whatever the fuck it was
they had just found together.
   "God, that was good," said James.  "It was never that good...."
   "Not ever," agreed Sharice.
   "Makes me wonder what is going on here," mumbled Sharice as she turned
onto her side and draped her arm over James stomach and using his chest for
her pillow.
   "Me too," droned James as he finally dropped off after several days
without sleep.
   Outside their door, peeking in and watching is facination, and with her
little hairless pussy dripping from her self-manipulated orgasm, nine year
old Vanessa added in a small voice, "Oh yeah, me too," then staggered back
to her bedroom, still panting and wondering at what she had just
serruptiously shared in, and wanting an even more intimate taste of the
experience.  
  
The James Norton Saga Part Two - girls 004