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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: The James Norton Saga - "girls" 005
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted) Series: The James Norton Saga
Summary: James is back in the 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,Mg, inter,WMBW,romance,ped (tease),ws,
anal,scat,incest, light sm
[ For (nasty) adults only.  Yes, we started slow, but we knew where
we're going, and we're there now.  ]
   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 gril's door.
   James started to shift about and struggle out of bed but was stopped
cold.
   "Don't you dare," warned Sharice in an intense whisper as she tightened
her grip across his chest and her leg across his abdomen.  "That
motherfucker will not disturb my first good night's sleep in six months. 
You curl back up with me and cuddle your black woman.  We both need the
rest and I'll make sure you're properly fed when we get up."
   James, realizing just how comfortable he really was, acceeded to her
admonition and felt himself quickly drift back into a sweet abyss of sleep
where he couldn't tell where his body left off and hers began.  This was a
magic sensation he had always felt with her, and remembering it made the
sensation all the more pleasurable.  He could drown in the love of this
woman, he knew, and only begrudge the fact that he didn't have more to
give. Without stopping to consider the track that had brought him to this
bed, he smiled to himself and slept.
   He might have slept all day except for three occurrences.  The first
came 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, 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.
   "And right now '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.
   The second occurrence occurred immediately afterwards when Sharice
looked down at James' erect cock tenting the bedclothes and threw the
covers back.  "Ah yes, I definitely have to have a talk with that girl. 
And quick."
   She then grabbed James' erect dick and began stroking it.  She said to
him, "In the meantime, would you mind if I got some more of this white meat
up my pussy.  My koochie is getting all itchy and needs some cream to sooth
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 and took it from his cock, then pushed her
back onto the bed.  "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 kissed her and entered her effortlessly.  Her pussy was wide
open and welcoming.  They fucked together as a single unit, gliding towards
what they knew was a marraige of souls.
   "I love you."
   "It's so good with you."
   "Fucking you is so beautiful."
   "Fucking you makes me complete."
   "This makes everything right."
   The dialogue was interchangeable.  They shared the same sentiments so it
mattered little who said what, only that their love and connection was
voiced as well as displayed in their lovemaking.  They were together in the
finest sense, connected body, heart and soul.  They rode the wave of joy
together, reaching for each other with carresses and kisses.  It lasted a
lot longer than either expected.  Their mouths and searching fingers once
again led them to a not knowing of where one ended and the other began.  At
one time or another they each suckled at each other's nipples, they each
probed at the other's assholes.  They swallowed each other's saliva, 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 her orgasm as well and she spasmed around him,
contracting and expanding, driving his orgasm, which in turn, fed hers. 
When they finally collapsed again together, they were truely satiated. 
Neither said a word They simply curled together, he at her back, spooned,
and again they slept.  Together, in love and at peace.
   The third occurrence took place a few hours later.  It was about noon
and James was roused from sleep.  He looked up, not into a sun brightened
room, not even into the dark eyes of the woman he loved.  Rather he opened
his eyes to find his face nestled between Sharice's open thighs and staring
right into her brown lipped, moistened pink cunt.
   "Open up, Lover," He heard her say.  "Time for your first drink of the
day."
   Knowing immediately what she meant, James glued his mouth to the exposed
urethra of Sharice's pussy.
   "Ahh," she sighed.  "Oh yes.  I have missed this so much."
   Then she let loose with a torrent of urine that James drank down as
quickly as he could.  Her piss was strong, both in flavor and in its
bursting flow.  There was no way he could swallow as fast as she evacuated
her bladder.  The piss drained down his cheeks and down his chin, pooling
on his chest and on the bed on either side of his face.  Still, he did his
best, and loved the taste and sensation.  Her piss was warm and dark and
heavy.  there was no mistaking what he was drinking, and, for him, who he
was drinking from.
   When she finally finished relieving herself, he was full, and they were
both very happy.
   "Oh, that was so good," she sighed, then laughed when she saw the mess
they had made.
   "What's wrong, baby.  Am I too much for you to handle?"
   "Definitely," said james, "but that is still the best way I could ever
imagine waking up in the morning.  You can wake me up like that any time
you like."
   Sharice dropped down and wallowed in her piss with him.  "Good," she
said, "because I always have to pee right after I wake up."
   James kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her morning piss with her.
"And how long does it take before you need to shit?"
   Sharice looked at him with a glint of dark perversity, "Oh?  have we
started something here?"
   "We started this years ago," answered James.  "The first time you asked
if I would like to see you take a shit.  Once you opened that door, I've
never been able to keep it closed."
   "Me neither," spurred Sharice.  "But now it looks like we both finally
found the right partner."
   James kissed her again hard, pulling her close and rolling her onto her
back again, soaking her hair in her own piss while he entered her and
fucked her yet again.  This time, there was no outward romance to the fuck.
It was quck and furious.  He came within a few short moments, kissing her
as he did, immersed in the scent and taste and feel of her urine.
   "Oh Jesus, baby." she said.  "You've not got older, you've just got
hornier." as he pulled his quickly softening cock from her.
   Far from tiring him, this orgasm seemed to have enlivened James.  He
hopped from the bed, then took Sharice's arms and pulled her up beside him.
   "I think we have a mess to clean up," he said.  "And we should probably
start off with a shower."
   Standing naked together, the two of them ebraced.  Sharice only slightly
shorter than James, but still looking up into his eyes.
   "Really, is it okay to wake you up like that."
   "Any time," answered James.  "I loved it.  Just don't be surprised if I
follow it up with a quick screw."
   "No problem," smiled Sharice and kissed him.  "Yes," she said, looking
back at the scene fo the crime, "We definitely have to start using plastic
under sheets." Then looking back to him, "want to take a shower with me?"
   "Only if you promise to let me watch you shit."
   "Okay," she answered softly.  "You go first.  I'll strighten up in here
quickly and then join you."
   James looked around the room.  "Let me grab something to throw on
first," he said.
   "Why?" asked Sharice.
   "Um---the kids.  The girls."
   "Don't worry about them.  They're downstairs by now, watching the tube
or playing the PSP." Then she stood tall, naked and prould.  "Why, are you
ashamed to be seen naked with me?"
   James felt chagrined and all too exposed, but he said, "No, not at all."
   They held hands, walked to the door and Sharice opened the door and
peeked out.
   "All clear," she said.  then ushered James out into the hall.  He moved
quietly and made it quickly past the girls room.  He got to the toilet at
the end of the hall, but when he opened it up he was surprised to see
Vanessa sitting on the stool, her legs splayed open and the handle of an
hairbrush raping her hairless little pussy.
   "Oops," said James.  and quickly started to close the door.
   "No," whispered Vanessa, and James froze in place.  "Don't you want to
watch?"
   Now came the moment of decision, as it always does to all of us.  James
had to choose, under pressure, which course to take, with only an insant or
less to consider.  Either to give over to tempation (or was it
opportunity), or to back away from it and to do the "right" thing.
   James stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
   "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 practically cried "Help me."
   Without thinking, James moved forward, dropped to his knees in front of
her and pulled the hairbrush from her cunt.  She tried to fight him till
she saw him quickly replace the plastic handle with his own fingers, and at
the same time began sucking at her exposed clit.  He slid two fingers
inside of her flowing cunt and quickly found her g-spot.  As soon as he
made contact with that tiny roughened batch of nerve endings she stiffened
in ecstacy.  He rubbed at the dime sized spot and Vanessa clamped her legs
around his hand and head.
   "Yessssssssss" she hissed as bit lightly at her clit and scratched even
more lightly at the sensitive spot.  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 a multiple orgams and was
reluctant for it to end.
   But end it did, and when it did, James rose up and Vanessa slumped
forward against him.
   "Oooooh," cooed Vanessa.  "That was wonderful," she said sleepily.  "How
did you do that with your fingers?"
   "It's called your g-spot.  It makes you cum even stronger." said James,
who now stood up and backed off from the girl.
   Vanessa looked up at him, her legs now neatly closed.  "My Daddy," she
said.  "I love my new Daddy." Then she trembled in an aftershock of the
orgasm.  Then she shook herself and hopped up from the stool, pulling up
her shorts as she did.
   "Momma's coming," she said and was flushing the stool just as Sharice
opened the bathroom door.
   Sharice paused when she saw the two of them standing together, but
immediately relaxed when she looked at James crotch.
   "Well, I know nothing too dangerous was going on," she said.  "Your dick
is still soft."
   Vanessa realized then that James had not had an erection.  "Why?" she
asked.  "When he walked in I was using the toilet and he saw my koochie and
everything.  I thought guys always got hard when they saw a girls' thing."
   "Usually they do," answered Sharice, "but the one way to keep a man true
to you is to wear his ass out.  You are now looking at a man who has had
his ass worn, torn-up and completely satisfied.  He got no interest in
pubescent, grown up or virtual pussy right now.  And it will be my job
going forward to make sure he doesn't, expecially with a hot assed little
slut like you running around.
   Vanessa looked at James' cock and frowned.  "Does that mean he doesn't
think I'm pretty."
   "Jesus, girl, you are already a woman.  Nine going on twenty-five.  It
doesn't mean you aren't pretty or that your pussy isn't a danger zone for
him.  It just means he don't need none right now.  Flash him in an hour or
two and that big ol' white penis stand up and point at you, but I had
better not catch you doing it and I better not catch him putting any moves
on your pre-pubescent ass either."
   "Right," said James.  Then he knelt in front of Vanessa.  "Of course you
are beautiful," he told her.  "And you never need to worry about how I feel
about you.  I am very lucky to have a daughter who is obviously as smart,
cook, pretty and (he added arching an eyebrow) precocous as you are."
   "Precocious?" asked Vanessa.
   "Go look it up in the dictionary," interjected Sharice.  Then began
shooing her out of the bathroom.  "Now, if you don't mind, we need to clean
up."
   Vanessa was very intent now.  She narroweed her eyes and looked at
James. "Then how....????"
   "Later," said Sharice.
   "Later," added James.  "I promise we'll talk more about this once I'm
fully dressed and we're have a momemt."
   This seemed to temporarily molify the girl.  She exited and tromped off
down the hall and down the stairs.  Once gone, Sharice eyed James and his
flaccid cock.
   "You still want to see me shit?" she asked.
   "Hell, yes." James answered.  "My dick may have gone into hibernation,
but my interest is still fully alive." James realized immediately that he
had just explained everything, about his interaction with Vanessa as well.
He pulled Sharice close and kissed her deep.  Then turned her to face the
back of the toilet ahd raised the lid.  He pushed her shouders down so she
was squatting over the stool and he had a perfect view ofher big black ass.
Then he knelt behind her, taking almost the same position he had with
Vanessa, but with vastly different intent.
   "Okay, baby.  Make my dreams come true.  Show me how you shit." He said.
   Sharice looked at him over her shoulder and was gratified to see that
his dick had indeed started to stir a bit.
   "Your wish is my command....when I need to shit anyway," she said and
grunted, instantly James saw her asshole open as she pushed out a thick
brown turd.
   She paused briefly and looked again over her shoulder.  "Is this what
you want?"
   "Oh yeah," James said huskily.
   Sharice gave another anal grunt and the thick turd quickly slid out of
her asshole and splashed into the toilet bowl.  She grunted again and a
long slender rope of shit snaked out of her asshole and wound its way down
into the toilet bowl where it coiled around itself.  James watched in
facination.  The sight of Sharice shitting for him was beautiful and
erotic. Not the shit itself, but the primeval and animal act of defacation.
She was exposing her most base bodily functions, and it aroused him.  It
was a mystery, and made all the more facinating because he couldn't explain
why it made his mouth water and his dick thicken and firm.  He reached out
and carressed her ass.  She, in turn, reached around her and pulled her
asscheeks further apart.  This both gave him a fuller view and allowed her
to keep the long rope of shit trailing from her asshole without any break.
James was bare inches from her asshole now.  He began jacking off as he
watched.
   At last Sharice's guts completed expelling 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 his the pedastal of his
desire, and doing abeysance by jacking off in his obvious adoration.
   "Ahh, that feels so much better," she said.
   "That was so beautiful," intoned James.  "I love seeing the shit come
out of your body."
   "Hmmm," murmurred Sharice and started to straighten up, but James
stopped her.  "Wait," He said.  "Flush, then use your hands to lean against
the wall.  I'm going to clean you up."
   Sharice did as ordered.  She knew what was coming and was happy to
oblige.  James reached out and parted the perfect globes of her ass, then
buried his face between the cheeks.  He licked at the nasty residue of her
shit from around her anal opening.  He nipped at the sensitive flesh and
Sharice yelped.  He raised his head for just an instant and said "I told
I'd get you," and then again burrowed his way back to her precious asshole.
He growled and dug in deep with his questing tongue, licking at the heady
taste of her asshole.  She mewled in contentment as he attacked her ass
flesh and suckled at her asshole.  He gleaned her and cleaned her, only
begrudging when there was no shit left to clean.
   All the time Sharice egged him on with here "ooohs" and "ahhha" anad
"yes.  yes.  eat my asshole.  Taste my shit.  Ohhh, Jesus, I love your
tongue up my ass."
   Finally, when he pulled away and Sharice turned to face him.  He stood
up, his face red with exertion and desire.  She threw her arms around him
and declared, "Oh James, that is so sweet." and kissed him deeply.
   James was still out of breath, having been volunatrily 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 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 hard.  "That is not a pleasant image, James.  I
know you have a tendency to wax poetic, but sometimes you break me up."
   "Even if I'm sincere?"
   "Especially when you're sincere," she laughed.  "But I hope you live to
eat a ton of my shit before you die." and she kissed him again.  "And I
mean to match you for every mouthful."
   "That's good to know," James said, "becuause..."
   Sharice pursed her lips and saidk, "You need to go too?"
   "No," answered James.  "but I need to piss bad.  Care to join me in the
shower?"
   "My pleasure," answered Sharice and allowed him to take her hand like a
courteour as they both stepped into the glass enclosure of the shower
stall. James joined her and they quickly turned on the water and reached a
compromise on the the proper temperature.  Then Sharice said.  "How do you
want me, lover."
   "On your knees," said James, "with my dick in your mouth."
   Sharice complied with submission in her eyes.  "Use my face for your
toilet," she whispered.
   "Always," answered James and released his bladder directly into his
lover's mouth.
   Sharice didn't even try to drink it all.  Instead she savored each
mouthful and drank it slowly, letting James' piss drain down her face and
tits while she swallowed 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 idolic bliss, his eyes closed, immersed in the
feel of her sweet warm mouth accepting his draining bladder.  As the flow
slowed, Sharice was able to keep up and continued to drink the concoction
of human waste they shared such a strong fetish for.  Even slackened James'
continued to piss for a full three minutes before slackening and stopping.
As he finished, Sharice sucked him hard, vaccuuming the last of his pee in
a rush into her mouth, and she held both his dick and his piss for a moment
before swallowing.
   James then helped her stand and soaped her up.  "Thank you," he said
softly.  "You are wonderful.  I love the way you drink my piss.  It feels
like you enjoy it as much as I do."
   "Oh, I do," she said.  "It's the ultimate submission, and I love
submitting myself to the man I love."
   "Does that mean we're both subs?" asked James as he leaned down to
suckle her magnificent mammaries.  "Because I love doing it too."
   "Don't know and don't care," said Sharice.  "Labels don't mean shit if
you're happy doing what you do," as she pushed him down to his knees so he
kneeled before her as she again pissed right into his face.  "And I'm very
happy doing this with you."
   James was quick to attach himself to her spray of piss, and drank it
all. Then rose back up.  "Point well made," he said.  "I fully agree."
   Sharice then took the upper hand and soaped James up, then rinsed him
down, taking the opportunity to eat out his asshole, suck at his limp cock
and even suckle at his toes before finishing up and turning off the water
spigot.
   As they stepped from the shower, Sharice sighed.  "Now comes the part I
dread," she said.  "I've got to deal with my girls.  Vanessa is a little
too knowledgeable and I have to find out where that came from.  She's was
fucking before we left Houston, I have no doubt"
   "Sorry, Shar." said james.
   "Don't sorry me," responded Sharice.  "You in this too now.  You got to
deal with it just like me."
   "Um----"
   Sharice turned to face him, ready for a confrontation.  "You got
problems with that, James.  I need someone to stand with and help me make
sense of all this.  These girls were quick to accept you as their father
figure.  If you can't step up, you tell me now."
   "I'm sorry, Shar.  I'm just not sure I'm the right person for this. 
Every choice I make these days seems to be a bad one," said James.
   "You got to get off that self-pity thing, James."
   "I imagine you're right, James said.  but then added, "That's hard to do
when you feel guilt and shame eating up your gut."
   "Damn, James.  You were always s deep , but I never remember you being
so down on yoruself as you are now.  You must have had one hell of a trauma
back there in Asia."
   "Thailand." said James.  "I was in and around a place called Pattya in
Thailand when everything went to hell."
   "You want to talk about it?" said Sharice.
   "Not now.  Maybe later."
   "WHAT about now, then?" she asked.
   James studied her for a minute, taking in this woman he used to know but
who'd become a much tougher and more authentic person.  "Fine," he said. 
"I'll do the best I can, but I can't go along with anything that makes me a
hipocrite."
   "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.
   
  
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