Kung Fu Nuns Part 3

"How should I know!" said Uncle Ma. "It works, that's all!"

"You wait!" screeched the Old Boss. Before Uncle Ma was fully dressed, Kee Djung Pau returned with Beautiful Birthday Present in tow. He pointed to the phonograph and said, "You want that one?"

"No!" she said emphatically. "That's no good. One hundred and fifty watt system! Component system."

Old Boss jabbed his finger menacingly into Uncle Ma's chest and said, "Get dress! We drive Saigon! You buy one hundred watt system. I buy new suit!"

Eugenia stamped her foot and screeched like the old man, "One hundred and fifty watt system. Component system! Cartridge! I told you, I'll write it down!"

CHAPTER THREE.

Kee Djung Pau's second childhood, or, rather second span of teenage years, didn't go unnoticed among the Black Families of the world. But he was more a subject of envy than of scorn. All the leading Old Bosses had hopes of avoiding the trip through the Seven h.e.l.ls as long as he did, but they didn't expect they could be so blessed with a functional Joy Stick. They started dropping hints that they would appreciate expensive birthday presents such as that given to the head of the Kee clan, and even Uncle Ma and Chuk Foo Kee agreed in private that Beautiful Birthday Present could become a millionairess several times over if she could shake herself free from bondage and apply her talents on a free-lance basis. Her very presence was so inspiring that every male Kee in the household suddenly found new life in his Golden Orbs--which pleased all the wives and the Mystic Place trade for miles around. Even Uncle Ma, who could take it or leave it, started to explore the more exotic delights in Saigon and Thailand and managed to have time for at least one lunch a week at Gai Foon's noodle and suck shop. Elder Niece Kee was delighted when she learned that her son Chuk Foo Kee had asked Uncle Ma if he could accompany him on his next trip into town; she was relieved to know her son might utilize his Joy Stick for something more than just pa.s.sing water.

The Old Boss's mode of dress freed the younger men in the family from years of conservatism, and they could be recognized all over Vietnam by their long hair, beads, and jeans. The colts of the other Black Families were quick to follow, thrusting all the tongs into the modern world, sartorially if not spiritually.

The only one not totally pleased by the events immediately following the miraculous erection, and hence, resurrection, was Uncle Ma; as the Old Boss devoted himself entirely to his young bride, the ch.o.r.es of running the business were left to him, and many of the decisions he had to make were somewhat repulsive. He tried to reach the tacit understanding with Elder Niece Kee that upon Old Boss's pa.s.sage he would stand aside and let Chuk Foo Kee take command. All Uncle Ma wanted from the deal was an annuity and retirement in a place far away from the Kee clan. It was an arrangement that none of the other Kees would jump at, as they all hated Elder Niece Kee and liked Uncle Ma.

When it seemed that he was doomed to live out his life strangled within the embrace of the family, an opportunity to break free presented itself. A few short weeks after his return from Saigon with the best one hundred and fifty watt stereo component system that money could buy, there was a knock at the door of his apartment. Uncle Ma, who had been catching up with his study of the French Revolution, opened it cautiously, as Kees usually just walked in on the off chance that you forgot to lock up, giving them the opportunity to steal you blind. He was surprised to discover the Old Boss, and even more surprised by his att.i.tude. The old man addressed him as "Honorable Nephew" and "my closest relative" and "the man I wish my boy-child to be most like."

Terribly depressed by the fact he was actually Kee Djung Pau's closest living relative, Uncle Ma replied, "Honorable leader of us all, my gracious Uncle. Your wish is my command."

With a crooked finger, Old Boss motioned Uncle Ma out onto the veranda where he said, "I buy my favorite nephew a present!"

"You didn't have to do that! Your presence on my threshold is a welcome enough gift," said Uncle Ma, wondering if the old man was going to bring up the subject of drowning Elder Niece Kee in a bucket of pigs.h.i.t again.

"How you like present?" asked the Old Boss with a smile.

Uncle Ma, who hadn't taken his gaze off the old man's eyes, stammered, "Huh?"

The old man cackled, "Present! Virgin cherry slave."

It was then that Uncle Ma noticed that not far behind the old man stood a beautiful naked Eurasian woman of about twenty. He could tell by her demure stance, and her gentle, shy spirit she was a woman who'd yet to be touched by a man.

Uncle Ma was rather speechless and less than enthusiastic, as all he could think about was what the old man would want in return for such a unique and expensive gift. The only conclusion that he could reach was that he was going to have to f.u.c.k the girl. Otherwise, Old Boss would lose face. As he tried to react to the situation, his wife called out from the sitting room, "Who's there, Ma?"

"Uncle Kee Djung Pau!"

"Tell him to come in! I'm putting on some tea!" Mrs. Ma was a dutiful and complacent woman. Uncle Ma kept no secrets from her and found her a pleasant companion although she was a Hai Foi, a family who in some respects were worse than the Kees. Although she was aware that her husband had other goals in life, she couldn't understand why he didn't just flow with the tide, kill Elder Niece Kee, her son, and Beautiful Birthday Present for that matter, and take over the family, if only for the sake of his own piece of mind.

"He brought us a present," said Uncle Ma as cheerfully as possibly under the circ.u.mstances.

Mrs. Ma, aware of what a present from Old Boss might connote, fell silent. She came to the door and looked out. Uncle Ma shrugged and pointed to the gorgeous, shapely, long-haired beauty. "She's beautiful," exclaimed his wife.

"Guarantee one hundred percent virgin cherry," said the Old Boss, reaching in his pocket and producing a slip of paper which he handed to Mrs. Ma. "Doctor certificate! Good doctor! Saigon doctor. But Western and traditional! Check both ways!"

"My husband thanks you from the bottom of his heart," said Mrs. Ma. She then walked up to the young woman and gently took her arm, leading her toward the bedroom. "I guess you're going to pluck this young one's bud right away to show your appreciation," she said to her husband. Before he could answer, she brought the girl into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Then she inspected each orifice.

Mrs. Ma gently pried apart the girl's legs. The girl, a bit scared, at first refused. A sharp whack on the behind changed her mind and soon her legs were wide apart so Mrs. Ma could dutifully inspect the Mystic Place. The p.u.s.s.y mound was covered in fine, silky hair. The outer lips were very fat and juicy, and the inner folds were plump as well. They all formed around a very deep pink, extremely tight opening.

"You're definitely cherry," Mrs. Ma said to the girl, while inserting a pinky finger into the opening to feel the intact hymen. "Very cherry. My husband love breaking this cherry open for you, girl." Mrs. Ma continued to inspect the inner sanctum by inserting a middle finger, making the Mystic Place nice and wet as she glided the finger in and out of the virgin opening. The older woman then withdrew the finger and placed it into the girl's mouth. "Suck own juice," she insisted. After the girl licked the finger thrust into her mouth, Mrs. Ma licked it as well. She could feel her own c.u.n.t warm up with wetness as she further explored the new love slave. Next, her hands went to her small, firm, well-formed t.i.tties, which had pale pink areolae and tiny, erect nipple buds. She squeezed the tiny buds between two fingers to see how hard and big they'd get, and then bent to lick the young t.i.tty orbs. "I taste for my man," she said. "Now, need to see other hole. Turn over," she said. The girl obeyed. "a.s.s up," she was instructed. Soon, the smooth-skinned b.u.t.t was up in the air as the girl got into a doggie position. Mrs. Ma wet a finger with spittle and explored the girl's a.n.a.l opening, pressing her finger into the puckered entrance and then in as far as she could go, which was about a quarter of a finger length. "Oh, this tight place cherry too," said Mrs. Ma in excitement. "Husband like take a.s.s cherry; like to rip you open there, too. I smell to see if clean."

Mrs. Ma bent her nostrils to the slavegirl's bung and sniffed. Greedily, she took a quick taste. "Ah, you need bath and quick lesson before you have the honor and privilege of riding my man's Joy Stick."

Mrs. Ma marched the girl into the bathroom. Both Uncle Ma and Old Boss followed her as she sat the girl in a chair and ran a bath with scented soap crystals.

Uncle Ma motioned Kee Djung Pau to a seat outside the bathroom door and asked, "Some scotch?"

"I wait! You go pluck cherry!"

"I'd rather have a drink first. This is a rare and well-appreciated gift. I want to savor it slowly."

The Old Boss reached out playfully for Uncle Ma's crotch and cackled, "What's the matter. Your Joy Stick on vacation?"

As Uncle Ma handed a gla.s.s of Chivas to Kee Djung Pau and took the first sip of his own, the sound of one solid whack followed by another burst from the bathroom, along with the yelps of the young, Eurasian girl. Old Boss t.i.ttered, "You got fine wife. She train new slave good!"

"Excuse me," said Uncle Ma, turning and heading off.

The old man laughed, "I wait. Make sure you no waste present!"

Uncle Ma entered the bathroom to discover his wife spanking the girl. The young woman was kneeling on the bathroom floor, her upper body resting against the chair, as Mrs. Ma applied vigorous whacks to her reddening behind. He said, "That's a little too much, isn't it dear?"

"Not too much! I teach her how a good slave act, how to suck you good and open Mystic Place nice and wide. I give her good practice and make p.u.s.s.y wet before you pop cherry," she insisted.

"I think I'd better take over from here," said Uncle Ma, with a bit of anxiousness in his voice.

"I give her a bath. She hasn't had one in days. I wash and scent her Mystic Place for you. I train her."

"Kee Djung Pau is waiting for me to dye the bedclothes red. You can train her afterward." Although he was a kind man and would not have spanked the new slave himself, he was quite surprised that his wife actually seemed enthusiastic about the new member of the household. Mrs. Ma was disappointed about delaying her training program.

"Please," the kneeling young girl said as husband and wife argued over who got the girl first. "I'm hungry."

"Now the only thing you get in your mouth is my beloved husband's Joy Stick! Watch me!" Mrs. Ma crossed the room and knelt before Uncle Ma. Adjusting her rather bulky frame so her head and shoulders did not block the girl's view of her actions, she gently undid the zipper of Uncle Ma's trousers and removed his Joy Stick. Uncle Ma was stunned by her actions. Although his wife was a capable pract.i.tioner of the art of "le b.l.o.w.j.o.b" as she referred to it in French, she had never shown so much overt aggressiveness in approaching his member in the past. She normally left all the overtures to him, leading him to believe that the only satisfaction she got out of the meal without nourishment was the fact that she was pleasing him. Not much younger than Uncle Ma had shipped himself, she was a healthy woman who had presented him with two fine sons. Uncle Ma had raised them carefully outside the fold of the Kees, and, before anyone in the family noticed, had shipped them off to foreign schools to be educated. But their genetic structure won out in the end. One of the boys was doing a long prison term for drug smuggling in France, and the other was somewhere in the United States, a wanted man.

Noticing that he was in less than a state of arousal, Mrs. Ma's eyes drifted up to her husband's, and she gave him a curious look. As soon as her hand reached through his open fly to bring to light his Joy Stick and his Golden Orbs, the virgin winced and turned her head away. Mrs. Ma rose, strode across the room, took the girl's hair firmly in her grasp and twisted her head so that she was forced to watch. She then returned to her husband and began to suck him, placing her lips over his wilted rod and drawing it in until it filled with some life. The virgin watched in awe, until Mrs. Ma got the idea to enhance her husband's hard-on by continuing to spank the still-virgin girl. She rose, crossed the room again, and put the lithe creature over her knee, gently ma.s.saging the firm b.u.t.tocks and then whacking them with sensual spanks. The girl cried out and squirmed, and Uncle Ma found his exposed mechanism springing to life as it had never done before. He stood full, firm, and erect, watching hungrily as his wife continued to spank the sweet cheeks of their virgin guest.

The posture of his Joy Stick did not escape his wife's gaze. Within moments, she rolled the girl off her lap and returned to suck her husband's hard member. "You'll never learn if you don't watch carefully," she warned the virgin, before slipping her husband's c.o.c.k down her throat.

Before Uncle Ma could blink, his wife had resumed her previous position, and for the first time in her life, she properly applied some of the expensive techniques provided by Madame Hot and Moist Mouth. In the incongruity of the situation, he thought, "Maybe it's only because she has an audience!" His sardonic way of reasoning gave way to pure pleasure as his wife's now enthusiastic tongue tiptoed along the sides of his shaft, and then played a melody upon the Golden Orbs themselves. When a bit of fluid appeared at the head of his c.o.c.k, she licked it up greedily, turning her head to make sure that the Old Boss's present was taking it all in. Reaching up, she placed her hands on Uncle Ma's hips and urged him to turn so that they presented their profiles to the newly purchased virgin. The girl now got an unenc.u.mbered view of the older woman's actions as she took his entire Joy Stick into her mouth and as far down her throat as possible, allowing just the tip of her tongue to tickle his Monkey's Apples. Mrs. Ma was so caught up in the venture that Uncle Ma had to tap her on the shoulder and ease his Joy Stick out of her mouth carefully, lest his Golden Orbs disgorge before he had the opportunity to do what he was supposed to do with the young, virgin slave. Reason had gone out the back door, and he was burning with desire to possess the innocence of the girl. The fact that Kee Djung Pau would lose face if there was no blood on the bedclothes didn't play a part in his thinking at all.

Mrs. Ma stood and motioned the virgin toward her husband's Joy Stick. When she hesitated, Mrs. Ma reached over and yanked her toward Uncle Ma. The young girl forced herself to stare at the swollen member before her as a look of total bewilderment swept over her face; she did nothing for a long time. The very lack of action aroused Uncle Ma even more, and it wasn't until Mrs. Ma's hand came down on the girl's tight, trim b.u.t.tocks that the virgin's head moved forward to very awkwardly kiss the extended shaft. Mrs. Ma whacked her again and shouted, "Lick! Use your tongue! Lick!" Her demands were loud enough to please the Old Boss waiting in the outside room.

Fearing that his wife would strike his Joy Stick in her haste to educate the young girl, Uncle Ma caught her arm gently and said softly, "See if Uncle Kee Djung Pau wants a snack. I can handle matters myself from here on!"

"Use her as you please!" she said explicitly. "And remember, she belongs to both of us!"

Uncle Ma nodded as his wife withdrew dutifully. He proceeded to get ready to pop the girl's juicy cherry and his Joy Stick began to bulge and burn with pa.s.sion. Uncle Ma bent and scooped her developed young body up in his arms, then placed it on the Western-style bed which had been made ready by his wife. Arranging her comfortably on a pillow, he said, "I'm really against this sort of thing, but what must be, must be." Kissing her tenderly on the cheek, his lips then found her mouth. She responded, if only out of fear, and when he forced his tongue between her lips, she replied in kind. Uncle Ma then ran his hands over her body in initial exploration, turning her over on her stomach to study every inch of her, and letting his fingers linger on her b.u.t.tocks. He then rolled her over again so that her firm, flat stomach presented itself to the palm of his hand, which gradually worked its way down to her Mystic Place. She winced and clamped her thighs together tightly. "No!" said Uncle Ma sternly. "You must flow with tide. Spread wide for me. There's no other way." The girl began to sob again, but did exactly as she was told as Uncle Ma's hand reached between her legs and caressed her ever so gently. Because her p.u.s.s.y was endowed with such fine, silky strands of pubic hair, Uncle Ma was besides himself with pleasure. He carefully spread the lips of her Mystic Place and stroked her c.l.i.toris with his finger. The Old Boss had chosen well. There were no signs of her ever having been even approached by a man. Beaming, Uncle Ma kissed her small, tight, desirable place and prayed that his Joy Stick would be capable of making entrance to such a narrow receptacle. He flicked his tongue back and forth on her rising bud and hoped the shiver that swept through the girl was one of pleasure.

Rising, he undressed completely, the girl watching and continuing to tremble softly. When he returned to the bed, preceded by his erect shaft, she spread her legs wide, not totally unaware of the next step in the procedure. Uncle Ma, instead, buried his head between her thighs and hungrily began to kiss and lick her still-unviolated entrance, attempting to suck all the youth out of her in the ancient Chinese tradition. Also, in a more practical sense, he was lubricating her unused pa.s.sage to a state of delight so that it could accommodate his member which, like the Old Boss's, was considered large by the Cantonese. Whatever his motivation, he found the act so enjoyable that he lost himself in it totally.

His mouth encased the sweet lips of her untouched c.u.n.t and lapped at the plump folds, his tongue roaming up and down, over and around the lips, c.l.i.toris, and open hole for a long time. His mouth was nearly numb, and his nose wet as he continued to lick away at the delicious place between her thighs. His tongue probed the opening, flicking over the hymen. He slipped a finger inside, and just the feel of the tight, unbroken sheath made his d.i.c.k rise even higher, as he imagined slipping himself into the tightness of her young t.w.a.t.

It was over an hour before the door opened and his wife stuck her head in. She said, "What taking you so long? Old Boss waiting!"

The interruption brought him back to reality, and he cursed his wife and Kee Djung Pau under his breath. His said to himself, "Ignorant fools! Don't they know that the gift of a virgin should be handled in the traditional manner. You just don't stick it in! You create an aura of acceptance, and, when you finally make entrance, you leave it there all night without moving. In the old days they killed virgin slaves for causing their master's Golden Orbs to disgorge within them too quickly."

The Old Boss, who stood behind Mrs. Ma in the doorway, tried to sneak a peek like a naughty child and cackled, "Hurry up! Important business! Break cherry! Plug up with cotton ball to save juice. Then put back later!"

"Okay! Okay!" gasped Uncle Ma, looking back over his shoulder and making a gesture indicating that they should be gone. After what seemed a lifetime to Ma, his wife closed the door and he was again alone with his l.u.s.t. Studying the young woman intently with the hope that he was pleasing her, he saw nothing but the fear of the unknown in her face. Placing his Joy Stick before her trembling lips, he said as kindly as he could, "Please, suck on it! Gently!"

Her head moved forward and her lips gingerly caressed the head of his shaft, "More!" gasped Uncle Ma. "Deeper!" He then arranged himself on the bed so that he could service her Mystic Place with his tongue, while at the same time burying his nose into her rear garden. The very movement caused his Joy Stick to drive full-length down her throat. It was a moment before he realized that she, losing all will of resistance, would have gone to her maker if the act was continued. He withdrew from her, allowing her to fight for breath, and then said apologetically, "I hope you'll forgive me, but this has to be done!"

Rising, he reached for a pillow and placed it under her b.u.t.tocks so that her Mystic Place presented itself to him at the precisely correct angle. Then, on bent knees between her widespread legs, he entered her. She was tight, very tight, and began to moan continuously at first penetration. Uncle Ma's powerful, thick hands reached down and, grasping her under her thighs, drew her upwards and forward, forcing her body to accept the entire length of his Joy Stick. He could feel the pop as her hymen, rather than just being torn apart, exploded. Sweat pouring off his brow, he started to sing with joy and then thought, "To whack with tradition!" Within five minutes his Golden Orbs disgorged themselves inside her. Still erect, he left his member inserted in her until his wife rapped at the door. The girl's moans had turned into a series of soft, uncontrollable sobs.

Uncle Ma rose and said, "Come in!"

His wife entered and, looking at his crotch, said, "Worthless girl! You're still hard!"

He gasped, "I'm not done yet."

His wife bent over and kissed his well-used device. Then, taking it in two fingers, she made the pretext of examining it carefully. "What? You expect me to clean too?" asked Mrs. Ma, noting that his tool was still covered with virgin blood.

"Don't spank her again," said Uncle Ma, adding, "without my permission. Get her something to eat. She was very pleasing."

Mrs. Ma threw her head up jauntily and went off. Uncle Ma kissed his new present on the lips and then reached for his pants. Stopping suddenly, he turned and asked, "By the way, what is your name?"

"Che," she said.

"Well, Che, it won't be as bad as you think. We'll get you lots of clothes and your own television set. Would you like that?"

The girl nodded.

"You can have anything you want," he added. "We even have Western ice cream."

"Thank you," said the girl.

"Thank you!" said Uncle Ma.

Mrs. Ma reentered the room with a damp bath cloth in her hand and, kneeling before her husband, carefully cleaned his Joy Stick. "You watch!" she commanded the girl. "It's your job from now on."

He had to suppress a giggle. His wife had never even gone as far as offering to scrub his back before. He pulled on his pants without bothering with his underwear, as his wife rushed to place a pair of slippers upon his feet. Entering the sitting room, he discovered Old Boss seated on the couch with a gla.s.s of scotch in his hand and a grin on his face. He said, "Good f.u.c.k! She pleased? You show virgin good time?"

"Fair," said Uncle Ma, hurriedly making himself a stiff drink. "It was quite a surprise. I could have done better with ample warning."

"What you mean, done better? You forty year younger than me! You kid! When I your age I had problem getting rid of hard-on, not getting hard-on."

"Thirty years younger! You said you wanted to talk business?" said Uncle Ma.

"Wait! First make sure you pluck cherry! I pay good money for that piece of a.s.s!"

Mrs. Ma's voice boomed out, "How can you say something like that. You know he gave her the honor and pleasure of breaking her with one stroke."

Uncle Ma looked over his shoulder to discover his wife in the doorway holding up the bed sheet which bore a telltale stain of red. The Old Boss cackled, "How I know you not fooling me? Lots of time girl use red ink to cheat!"

Mrs. Ma crossed the room and held the sheet directly in front of his nose. The old man laughed, "Hey, I only make joke. Your husband my closest relative. He got good Joy Stick, just like me!"

To his wife, Uncle Ma said, "Throw that in the wash, will you!"

"She not throw in wash. She going to hang on door so everyone know," crowed the Old Boss. "Kee tradition!"

"s.h.i.t!" muttered Uncle Ma. He told his wife, "Do what you please, but get that poor girl some food!"

As she walked off, the Old Boss said, "Let's go walk. Talk business!"

"It's perfectly okay to talk business here!"

"This special business," said Kee Djung Pau rising. "Come on!"

"Let me put a shirt on!"

"You no need shirt. You home. This is Kee compound. What you think, this Palace hotel filled with bunch of pigs.h.i.t gwai lo? We walk down by farm."

"Why all the way there?"

"Special business," cackled the old man. "What you think? I going to stick your head in bucket of pigs.h.i.t?"

Uncle Ma a.s.sumed about the only thing the Old Boss wasn't going to do to him was kill him. The Kees' sense of humor involving murder never encompa.s.sed spending any money on the victim. They hated poisoning anyone because it meant the waste of a perfectly good meal. It was once said that the Old Boss stopped a letter bomb from being sent to an enemy because the postage was excessive, remarking, "A knife can be used twice, a stamp once!"

Uncle Ma followed the doddering old man down a long, winding path to the truck garden, where they both sat near the pigsty. The Old Boss said, "That good present! You owe me your Golden Orbs."

"I've owed them to you since the day I was born!"

"I your closest relative."

"You said that earlier this evening."

"You good man, Ma. You smart man. You educated man! What you really want to do with life?"

"Really? Retire!"

The Old Boss laughed. "Retire from what? You did dogs.h.i.t around here since you came back from school. All the other Kee steal and make deals. You stick nose up in air."

"I give advice!"