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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: The James Norton Saga - "girls" 013
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted)
Series: The James Norton
Keywords: Warning!  MF,Mg,IR,Oriental,WMBW,romance,ped,ws,
   anal,scat,incest, light sm
   [ For (nasty) adults only.  Yes, we started slow, but we knew where
   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 to the States.  He reconnected with old friends and his first love,
and soon found he had a daughter he never knew about.  Several fuck-scenes
later, we have reached the conclusion of this tale.  James has just
admitted to his lover he has been fucking their 9 year old daughter.
   "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 any other defence.
   "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 really 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 make things better.  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 all this shit.  But now 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.  "Your 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 was a confused white pedophilic polyamorphic
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.  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, not me. 
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 at all.  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 Griard, suddenly interested.  "Who's that may I
ask."
   "This is James's other woman, Sharice."
   "Ooooohhh shit!  I don't think I want to be around for this
conversation."
   "Will you get her though?" insisted James.
   "Sure, she'll be right here.  Just hold on."
   Insipid music came on.  They waited.  Sharice looked at James.  James
looked back.  A minute that seemed like forever passed, then the music
stopped.
   "'Ello," came a light, almost little girl 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 burst into the room, with Bill directly 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.
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   Epilogue
   It took more than a day to get to Thailand.  It took almost another two
months.  Bill had to transition his job to a replacement.  He put
Evangeline in charge of his properties.  Passports had to be arranged, as
well as work permits and other assorted legalities.  But finally, towards
the end of the dry season in Thailand, they made the move.
   After a long plane ride with stopovers in San Franciso, Seoul, Tokyo and
Hong Kong, late one sultry evening, a dirty white van pulled up to the
Sunset Resort.  Out climbed Patrica, Vanessa, Sharice, then Bill and
finally James.  "Let the driver take care of the bags," James noted.
   The whole family had been pleasantly surprised of 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, to get it done as inexpensively as possible, while still
assuring they would arrive in one cohesive group.  Everyone was agog at the
exotic scenery and customs as soon at they had landed outside the U.S. 
James guided them all gently thruough every step.
   As soon as James showed his face he was greeted by his friends, Brad and
Girard.  They shook hands all around and did guy hugs.  James introduced
them to the newest member of their poor man's corsortium, Bill, who was
excited to be part of whatever the fuck it was they were doing and said so
in so many words.
   Next came running up two young girls.  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 gently.  He looked to Sharice and Bill.  "Sorry.  She and I
tend to speak in broken English."
   Sharice nodded and stroked the little girl on the back too.
   "It's okay, baby," she cooed.  The little girl looked at her puzzled,
then reached for her, and went into her arms willingly.  She clung to
Sharice 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.  Patricia was simply holding on to her mom's skirt with
one hand and James pant leg with another, absorbing everything.
   "Where's Pong?" James asked.
   "In the back," nodded Brad towards the bar.  "Even now, she still dances
sometimes.  Says it keeps her in shape, but she doesn't fuck around," 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.  She was dressed in
only panties, as were all the dancers.  Her taut little round ass had
broadened a bit, but was still incredibly inticing as she worked it to the
music.  Her back was to him, but she froze in place as if she felt his eyes
on her.  She turned slowly to reveal her flat stomach was now a pronouced
and round little belly.  Hell, thought James, she was even more pregnant
than Sharice, who had now started to show obviously.  James mouthed "Oh my
God," as Pong ran and launched her pregnant little self off the the stage
and into his arms, trusting him implicitly.
   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, and he started to confess his stateside
infidelties when he saw that Pong was looking at someone behind him.  He
turned, and saw Sharice watching them.
   Pong moved out of James arms towards Sharice.  Sharice stood resolutely
and 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, which Sharice
picked up easily.
   James was relieved.  "Great harmony," he sighed.
   Pong stopped and turned on gun.  "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."
   "On no," chimed both James and Sharice.
   "No.  You did bad.  You got drunk and fucked her tiny pussy.  Good you
didn't bust her cherry."
   "Yeah," said James, not sure of the significance of that, but not
wanting to argue the details.
   Pong then 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
went on unabated as she dragged them both out of the bar and towards 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, suddenly grinning ear to ear, then added,
"and from now on you just call me Momma."
   James smiled contentedly as he walked To a delightful and perpetual doom
in the arms of the women and girls he loved.
   ~~~Finis~~~~
   This completes the James Norton Saga Part Two.  James and Company will
appear in a new segment from the Passions of the Perverted Universe at a
later date, but will have to wait until I complete several other stories
for this universe first.
   
  
The James Norton Saga Part Two - girls 013