She let him study her inner place for a moment, and then anxiously brought it to his lips, which opened fully to receive the small, pouty p.u.s.s.y. His warm mouth encased the parts, and then licked up and down, and back and forth. His tongue easily slid into the mystic opening, and lingered there for a while. She pressed herself down harder so the tongue would go in farther, and soon she found her entire opening filled nicely by Uncle Ma's skilled mouth.

Mrs. Fu controlled the action, presenting to Uncle Ma the part she wanted licked, so he was not surprised that she moved her backdoor entrance toward his mouth and demanded he tongue-f.u.c.k her a.s.shole. He pressed his tongue past the sphincter with ease, and nicely filled up that hole as well. His captor swayed and grunted, and pressed herself deeper onto the tongue that impaled her. She became so hot that the juice of her Mystic Place started dripping onto his chin. She began moving wildly, then positioned her groin and presented her c.l.i.toris to Uncle Ma with great urgency. He took her cue, and, drawing the entire muscle into his mouth, sucked the small bud and applied a vigorous b.u.t.terfly-like flicking of his tongue against the engorged love bud. Mrs. Fu began to swoon with pleasure, calling out "I'm going to cream onto your face. Oh, please, flick it harder, harder. Now, suck me off--I'm coming."

The creamy emission came down as Mrs. Fu's legs began to quiver with weakness from all the pleasure. Uncle Ma took a good, last lick and imagined that after this, his hostess/captor would probably rape him.

She got off his face, stretched her legs, grabbed a washcloth and washed the p.u.s.s.y juice from his chin.

Uncle Ma looked at her and said, "I suppose you're going to rape me now."

She looked down at his Joy Stick, which was not erect, and shook her head in slight disappointment. If she couldn't get a rise out of him, she knew someone who might be able to. She handled the matter good-naturedly with a laugh.

"You don't want me. There's young girl in the village. Pretty young girl. She may be better for your Joy Stick than the Shar Yips?"

"Don't worry about my Joy Stick. I'm here for a relative!" Uncle Ma then asked, "Pretty young girl?"

"Very pretty?"

"How young?"

"Too young for what you want to do with her! Just turned eighteen."

Very aware of the smile that formed on his face, she slapped him on the hand playfully and said, "I'm beginning to think that you are a lecher! Instead of mature p.u.s.s.y, you like young flesh! No place in Communist state for a lecher."

"How much?" asked Uncle Ma.

"Not many around here can afford her. One pack of cigarettes and five hundred yuan."

"Five hundred yuan," said Uncle Ma with a laugh, not realizing that it was half a year's salary in most of China.

"I thought the Communists eliminated prost.i.tution here."

"She's young girl. She lose her cherry. No one will marry her. What else can she do?"

"I'll take a look, " said Uncle Ma. "And if I still feel tired, she'll be compensated for her time."

"If she isn't allowed to service your Joy Stick, she'll be highly insulted."

"I will not be the cause of any loss of face in this community."

Uncle Ma had already undressed and splashed his face with water from the ewer on the night table after a tortuous trip to the latrine which was located far to the rear of the mud-brick building he was housed in. He was comfortably settled under thick, northern quilts when the sound of a commotion in the street below drew him to the window. Looking down, he discovered an odd-looking procession approaching the door below. At least two dozen children and as many adults were escorting what seemed to be a young girl clad in a tight black Western dress, stumbling along on high heels. Even at that distance, Uncle Ma could discern that she was heavily made up, replicating some mountain person's idea of what a Caucasian beauty looked like.

"Pigs.h.i.t!" he thought. "I'm supposed to f.u.c.k that? I'm going to have to close my eyes and think of a Western coed. Maybe two or three Western coeds. I should have told Mrs. Fu that I was fibbing. That my Joy Stick hadn't snapped to attention in years and it was I who had come to seek salvation from the monks."

His hand reached down to see if it could get things going by itself as he was anxious to get to sleep, dreading the climb to the monastery that faced him in the morning. He returned to the bed and waited for the rap on the door. It took some time in coming as he could hear his "entertainment" for the evening struggling up the short flights of stairs in the high heels that she was obviously not used to.

"Enter!" he said in Mandarin.

The girl stumbled into the room, retrieving her balance by clinging to the night table. The sight of Uncle Ma's spear point poking out of his boxer shorts caused her to turn red and bashfully cover her eyes with her hands.

"Come on, now," said Uncle Ma consolingly. "I'm sure you've seen one of these before."

The girl giggled, and let her hands drop stiffly to her side.

"Very pretty," said Uncle Ma, aware that somewhere beneath all that makeup was a fairly presentable young woman.

She asked anxiously, "I look movie star?"

"Natalie Wood!" replied Uncle Ma.

"Who Natalie Wood?" asked the girl.

"Natalie Wood! You get Western movies here?"

"Every other Thursday!"

"Then who is your favorite movie star?"

"Claudette Colbert, Hedy Lamarr!"

"I see! You don't get any new Western movies here."

"Sure we do. New one with Greta Garbo last week. Once, even get color picture."

"No p.o.r.n?" laughed Uncle Ma.

"What p.o.r.n?" asked the confused girl.

"s.e.xy movies! Videoca.s.sette."

The girl began to giggle. When she was able to control herself she said, "You give me that kind of videoca.s.sette, I do anything. That kind of videoca.s.sette and I become the richest woman in all China."

"Ah, hah! You're not that naive after all. You're good business woman."

"Already richest in town!" said the girl with authority.

"This is starting to become interesting!" said Uncle Ma in French. He crossed to the washstand, soaked a facecloth in the basin, and then went to the girl and started to rub her makeup off.

Pulling away, she said, "What you doing? That good Hollywood makeup!"

"No good Hollywood makeup. I'll show you good Hollywood makeup! I'm big-shot Hollywood director," said Uncle Ma.

"You show me good Hollywood makeup, I do anything," said the girl, presenting her face to Uncle Ma and allowing him to wipe off the thick application of pancake, lipstick, and eye shadow. When he was done, he stepped back and looked at the results of his handiwork. Pleased, he said, "Now you look like a number one movie star."

"Need lots of makeup to look like big movie star!"

"No! I'll send you some magazines when I get home!"

"Good beauty magazine worth a pack of Kents! You must be very rich man."

"Of sorts!" Uncle Ma sat on the bed and then said, "Take off your dress!"

"Please, payment first! Five hundred yuan and one pack Kent!"

"The dirty face of commerce shows itself in the People's Republic." He rose and crossed to his trousers to peel off some bills from the huge role of yuan he carried, and then to his bag to remove the open carton which he held out toward her. After taking a pack and the money, she went to the two-suiter and looked in the side pocket. "That all you bring, two carton?"

"Lots of good money!"

"That money no good! Too hard to change and nothing to buy around here anyway."

"You're not here to discuss the local economic situation."

The girl nodded and carefully took off her dress. Uncle Ma fell back on the bed clutching his stomach. She was wearing sheer red stockings, a matching bra, and black panties with a white hand embroidered over the crotch."

She pouted, "What's the matter? I no pretty?"

"It's your underthings."

"These Hollywood movie star underwear!"

"I think you look gorgeous," said Uncle Ma mirthfully. "Where did you find such beautiful things?"

"Lingerie factory in Canton. Very expensive! Mail order!"

"Well," said Uncle Ma, "what is your name, anyway?"

"Carol."

"Like in Lombard! I see. Well, Carol, take off your bra and panties."

"I take everything off. You rip stockings."

"I'll be careful!"

"You rip stockings. Expensive!"

"If it makes you happy, help yourself to another five hundred yuan. My trousers are right over there!"

"Two more packages of Kent!" said the girl. She took the cigarettes from Uncle Ma's bag, put them aside, and then gingerly removed her bra and panties. Uncle Ma was surprised when her b.r.e.a.s.t.s came into view. They were large and firm, much better shaped than most of the Chinese t.i.ts he'd seen in his day. Standing before him nude except for the brash red stockings and matching garter belt, she asked "You like?"

"Very much so!"

"We do bang-bang all night?"

"Possibly. But first you suck me!"

A blank expression appeared on her face, and she didn't move.

"You know, suck!" said Uncle Ma, rising just enough to slide down his boxer shorts and kick them off.

She remained frozen in place, totally dumbfounded. "Suck?"

"Yes. Suck! Tongue treat the meat. b.l.o.w.j.o.b!"

"Ah, blow!" said the girl, with some understanding.

"Yes. Blow!" said Uncle Ma, whose Joy Stick was beginning to rise.

The girl pursed her lips and blew through them. Repeating the action several more times, she then said quizzically, "You like that? Very boring!"

Uncle Ma's Joy Stick shrank to its nonoperative size as he laughed and then said slowly, "Didn't you ever suck a c.o.c.k? Lick a Joy Stick? Mouth a male machine?"

Aghast, she replied, "You mean put in my mouth? n.o.body ever do that. That disgusting!"

"It's not disgusting; it's very pleasurable."

"I think it's against the law in People's state."

"Everything is against the law in People's state."

"You pay extra for suck?"

Uncle Ma crossed his arms and replied, "No!"

"Then I no do. You get juice in my mouth, it disgusting."

"If I teach you how to suck correctly, you should pay me. If your customers know that you can suck well, they'll pay you double!"

"No customer ever ask that," said the girl.

"Because they're peasants up here. They probably never heard of it, either. Once you get your tongue on them, they'll pay you double and keep coming back for more."

"You think I'm beautiful, like movie star?"

"So beautiful that I'm going to see about getting you a screen test."

"You teach me how to suck real good so I make lots more money."

"You'll have so much money that you won't know what to do with it."

She shrugged and then said, "How do we start?"

"Get down on your knees!"

"That very uncomfortable!"

Losing patience with her, Uncle Ma growled, "Get down on your knees and get my Joy Stick all the way down your throat before I throw you out of here." The thought of getting himself a mouth-virgin was so enticing that, as his Joy Stick expanded to its full length, a gleeful spurt of lubricant shot out from its tip. The young girl arranged herself awkwardly between his legs and finally, after staring at his erect member for a full three minutes, took it into her mouth. She brushed back her hair as Uncle Ma commanded, "Let's feel a little tongue on it."