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Her inner sanctum was a very pale pink and smooth, with barely a fold of pussy flesh noticeable. It was so sweet-smelling and enticing that before puncturing the tight, warm, wet, mystic entrance, he wanted to taste the dew of her youth. With long, thin, slightly gnarled fingers, he gently pried the tight entrance open and teased it with a middle finger, getting Eugenia used to the feeling of being probed in her Mystic Place. Then he bent his head between her wide-open, waiting thighs and kissed the sweet bud of her clitoris, sending a sensation of pleasure through her petite frame. She moaned in pleasure, and this gave Old Boss great joy, making his Joy Stick even harder and more ready for its task ahead.
He began to lick the entrance to her Mystic Place, pressing his tongue in a little deeper every time it revisited the now-juicy openings. The old man licked the cunt dew out of her and made her wetter still with his saliva, as he began to seriously dive into her virgin hole, fucking her Mystic Place with his hot, wet tongue. Alternating motions, he first dragged his long, wet tongue up to her love bud and licked intensely for a few moments before bringing his licks back to her opening.
Despite the fact that she was a love slave, and despite the fact that she was owned by an old man she would have never chosen on her own, Beautiful Birthday Present was feeling the sweet sting of lust take over her as her elder partner worked on her Mystic Parts with all the artfulness of a master. Her pussy was hot, and she felt the muscles clenching in desire for something more, something bigger to probe her deeper. Her thighs began to tremble and twitch with desire and, reading the cues and following the instincts of his newly erected spear, Old Boss slowly crawled over Eugenia's flat belly, mounted her sweet flesh, and poised his crooked shaft at the entrance of her Mystic Place.
She spread herself open, as wide as she could, and began to press her hips toward his cock. The very tip of him was rubbing against the very opening of her. He began to press into the lubricated entrance and Eugenia moaned in a dialect he could understand. "I want all of your Joy Stick," she said, letting him know in a language he could comprehend.
The verbal stimulation, coupled by the fact that she was pressing herself up to greet him, challenging his Joy Stick to jab her even deeper, made the Old Boss quite wild with sex fire and inspired him to press his cock even further. Before he knew it, he was halfway in. It was at that point, when the crook in his cock met the opening of her Mystic Place, that Beautiful Birthday Present's hymen tore asunder, creating a wider opening so that Old Boss could plunge fully into the depths of his beautiful virgin prize.
Although she flinched when his cock ripped open her hymen, Eugenia soon forgot her pain and surrendered to the pleasure of the old man's hot rod plowing into her once-virgin pussy. She thrust her hips up to meet the crooked shaft and rejoiced in the feel of his crooked shank as it plunged in and pulled softly out, then plunged in and went deeper still.
Kee Djung Pau felt his Golden Orbs about to burst and Eugenia, remembering her training from the Aunties, began to clench her cunt muscles around the Joy Stick, so as to pull from Old Boss's cock the essence of his love juice, and then the juice itself; in exchange, he was receiving the blessing of her youth and vitality.
Old Boss grunted and groaned and fucked wildly as he felt the Golden Orb juice begin to leave its warm sac and travel through his Joy Stick to explode into the sweet, devirgined cunt that held it so dearly.
He cried out, "I am coming! My Golden Orbs are exploding and I am give you the gift of my seed." And the come juice followed, spurting wildly from the tip of his cock as he pounded inside her, pressing himself up to the balls as the last of the liquid left his body and went into hers.
He rested his head upon her soft shoulder, momentarily exhausted by the wild orgasm. Then, suddenly overcome by a burst of youthful energy and strength, his erection was renewed, and he repeated the experience, once again taking Eugenia as if she were his bride. He came again and, this time, Eugenia also experienced an orgasmic explosion of lust. The two were soaked with sweat and come by the time they were done. Then they did it again and again and again.
The rest became legend among Black Families everywhere. The younger men scoffed, but all the Old Bosses, even those sworn to the death of every last Kee, chose to believe it because they wished the same for themselves.
Eugenia Florette, most Beautiful Birthday Present, was so desirable and so innately talented that not only was she able to induce the geriatric old monster to pluck her juicy red cherry, but she alone was responsible for aiding Old Boss in maintaining the youthful state of his Joy Stick through that night, until the golden rays of dawn peeked through the cracks in the cane shutters of the Kee mansion.
No one witnessed the scene. The Aunties, who usually remained on hand to coach and lend encouragement to the initiates, as well as lend their experienced tongues to the Old Boss's shaft itself, had repaired to the kitchen to gossip over a game of Russian poker. They had, many a time, stood by and watched as the old man inserted the olive. There was nothing in the procedure that interested them.
They only smiled politely and nodded when Old Boss came down to the breakfast table for the first time in years and joyfully regaled them with a detailed account of his accomplishments. He even reserved terms of endearment for Eugenia, which he had never done for anyone--even his official wives. Elder Niece Kee attributed his babbling to senility and hoped it signaled the approach of the end. No one was particularly disturbed when he called for a meeting of all the Kee sub-bosses to be held within fourteen days. As he hadn't paid attention to the day-to-day operations of the clan for years, they assumed it was just to allow him to regale his assorted nephews, grandnephews, and cousins with tales of his sexual accomplishments, which they were sure were a fantasy.
It was Uncle Ma who, in innocence, rose the first flag of warning. Even though he was educated and held two doctorates, he bore a sincere sort of affection for the Old Boss, which Kee Djung Pau recognized and returned as well as the power-mad, bloodthirsty, animal-like creature could. Uncle Ma dined with Old Boss at least once a week and made the pretense of reporting on the daily operations of family business, which the old man usually paid no attention to.
After Uncle Ma's first meal with Kee Djung Pau following that first night with Eugenia, Elder Niece Kee escorted Uncle Ma to the door of the mansion as she always did. Even she, the most rapacious of the Kee women, admired his educational accomplishments; a functional illiterate, she could barely read.
"Old limp dick has been behaving like a kid since we gave him the gift," she remarked. "I bet all he could talk about was his amazing feats with his crooked shaft. Ha! The only way Old Boss is going to get hard again is if he dies and stiffens up."
"I really think he's fucking her," replied Uncle Ma casually.
"Even Madame Hot Lips couldn't get that deformed poker to perk up," Elder Niece Kee insisted. "Come on Uncle Ma, wise up. Age is age. Even your wife says you're a once-a-week Charlie now. What, you're half his years."
"I think he's really fucking her," said Uncle Ma again, with emphasis.
As he stepped out of the front door and turned, he said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "He wants everyone to bring their books to the meeting. He's going to go over them himself."
"Accounts!" screeched Elder Niece Kee. "He hasn't asked to see the accounts in years."
"He hasn't had a stiff Joy Stick in years either," remarked Uncle Ma, as he turned and headed off toward his own apartments in the same compound.
The accounts were a serious matter. Old Boss expected all the men of the clan to steal from him--after all, they were only Kees--but he was expressly against anyone in his own household lifting as much as the smallest copper coin. Elder Niece Kee once saw him strangle a housemaid for misplacing a sack of rice. She thought, "I have to look into this matter of the miraculous Joy Stick. I've been stealing him blind for years."
She peeked through the rattan shutters of Old Boss's bedroom to discover him standing nude before his kwang. Her view of his Joy Stick was obstructed by Eugenia, who knelt before him, her head bobbing back and forth as her shimmering ebony hair took on a magical translucence in the dimly lit room.
Eugenia was licking the old man's cock as if it were a lollipop, running her tongue up and down the shaft and then wrapping her whole mouth around the rod and sucking it deeply into her mouth. Old Boss moaned and groaned and held tight to the beauty's head, pulling it onto his hard cock as she sucked.
Eugenia grabbed hold of the Golden Orb bag in one hand and manipulated the balls so that the two round ornaments of male lust were rubbing against one another. With her other hand, she crept up toward the old man's puckered anus and pressed a small finger against the tight hole until it finally slipped inward. Thus, Beautiful Birthday Present finger-fucked his back gate, played with his balls, and sucked his Joy Stick until the old man, practically pulling her hair out because he was so wild with excitement, began to pump himself into her mouth as if out of control.
Eugenia fucked his asshole vigorously, pumping it full of yet another finger, and grabbed his balls tightly, as she continued to suck. She knew his time was near and became an open receptacle for his sex juice. He called out her name just as the juice began to explode through his Joy Stick into her awaiting mouth. He was nearly in tears as he pressed the last of it into her mouth. He then relaxed and looked down on her fondly.
Because Eugenia's head was blocking her view, Elder Niece Kee could not see the monstrous erection, nor could she tell that the old man's cock had actually come and risen again. Then Eugenia pulled away from her sucking duties to hungrily and dutifully lick all the juice from the tip of his cock and the rest of his groin, lapping at his Joy Stick, his balls, and his upper thigh until his spear was again standing at full attention.
Elder Niece Kee tittered at first and thought, "Lick away, slave. You'll wear you're tongue to a stub and the old fart still won't spring to life. The well is dry. His Golden Orbs are capable of producing only dust." Then suddenly she realized that the old man's male meat was hard as a rock.
The smile on Elder Niece Kee's face froze in place, and a gasp escaped from her lips--a gasp so loud that she thought it would alert the Old Boss no matter how bad his hearing was. Not only was the Old Boss hard as a rock, he was getting sentimental with his love slave. Kee Djung Pau took Eugenia's head gently in his hands and lifted her face to his, burying his tongue in her mouth. Elder Niece Kee was mortified. She shook her head again and again. "That just isn't done! That just isn't done! Kissing a mongrel slave just is not done."
The woman leaned forward and carefully spread the rattan slats of the blind to get a better view of the couple before her. The fact that he had kissed Eugenia was repulsive to her but mattered little in her plans for the Kee family. The state of his Joy Stick did. It was still hidden by Eugenia's back and still-childlike round, firm buttocks.
Elder Niece Kee almost screamed out loud as she viewed what happened next. Old Boss, who had trouble lifting his writing brush for years, placed his hands around Eugenia's waist, which was so narrow that his fingertips touched. He lifted the mongrel slave clear up into the air and placed her gently on the bed, granting the now-furious woman a full, head-on view of his Joy Stick. That organ was not only totally erect, but seemed larger than life as it spewed lubricant from its tiny mouth and seemed to cast a sarcastic smile in Elder Niece Kee's direction. The eighty-two-year-old man arranged Eugenia's head comfortably on the pillow and, as he kissed her again, the half-breed gwai lo spread her thighs to receive him and motioned him toward her with what seemed to be a look of desire on her face. Old Boss returned her smile and after arranging her spread legs and bent knees more to his satisfaction, mounted and entered her fully. The young girl moaned a moan of delight when one would have expected a gasp of fear or, at least, a sigh of resignation. The old man pierced the young woman's sweet pussy flesh and the two became a unit of sheer pleasure as they fucked, the Joy Stick easily sliding in and out of the Mystic Place.
Elder Niece Kee was shocked by the sight. "I can't believe this," she muttered. "Fuck him good! Fuck him good, pale-faced whore! Fuck him to death."
It was a moment before the thought entered her mind, "He's not fucking her like a whore--he's fucking her like a wife he wants to make a baby with." The idea seemed implausible for a moment, and then she recalled tales of other Old Bosses who made sons when they were past Kee Djung Pau's age. "No! His Golden Orbs must have pumped themselves dry years ago. But what if ..." It was then that Elder Niece Kee decided to poison Beautiful Birthday Present, lest by some miracle the pretty half-breed became heavy with child--the Old Boss's child, who would usurp her son's place as head of the Kee family.
"That little whore may be smarter than I thought," Elder Niece Kee mumbled to herself. "It doesn't have to be his child--it could be anybody's child. She must also be taking on every young Joy Stick in the village."
The plans that started to form in her mind were aborted by a gnarled hand on her shoulder and the wispy, thin voice of Old Lady Kee, Kee Djung Pau's principal wife, who was said to be even older than her husband. The old woman cackled, "You don't have to play sneaky-peeky. The master likes an audience, quite proud you know. He'll even let you lick it. He let me."
"Honorable Aunt, I'm his niece, not one of his women."
"Niece? Hah! That hasn't stopped any of the men in the Kee family!"
"It's against our law!"
"The only thing against our law is pleasuring your own daughter. A Kee can get his Monkey's Apples sliced off for that. Daughters are for commerce. Their little devil holes are for renting out or trading in our culture! But then, again, you're not even a Kee. I was a third cousin."
"I'm a Kee by marriage and my son will run this family one day."
"Your son, Mr. Read and Write Mandarin, hasn't got a drop of Kee blood in him."
Elder Niece Kee stood and screamed in the old lady's face, "Bitch! His father was the most cunning and bloodthirsty of the Kees. If it weren't for fate, he would have been head of the clan."
"Fate?" cackled the old lady. "He was so smart that the Hop Sings caught him in Thailand with his pants down and his rod up the rear of a young man. And they killed him on the spot, his dick still hard in the backdoor of a nineteen-year-old."
Elder Niece Kee spat. As far as she was concerned, the rumor about her husband's death in Thailand was something concocted by his enemies in the Kee family, although she always suspected that he was less than normal. He had only a casual interest in her Mystic Place and would ignore her for months at a time. She only assumed that her son, Chuk Foo Kee, was natural-born of his legal father because he appeared nine months after her husband deigned to dip his Joy Stick into her, but since she had many other lovers during the same period she couldn't be sure. The actual truth didn't matter much. The Kee way of thinking was to get away with as much as you could without getting caught.
The old lady cackled once more and said, "What kind of a big boss will your sissy-boy of a son make? He hasn't ever killed anybody yet. He has to prove his worth by killing someone in front of all the elders. Your sissy-boy probably has a pig's Joy Stick all acurl, and Golden Orbs filled with warm milk rather than man juice!"
The old crone hit a sore point. She reminded Elder Niece Kee that Chuk Foo Kee would have to strangle someone to take what she thought was his rightful position as head of the clan. It didn't matter who! In cases like his, when there wasn't a war between the Black Families, and no poor villager was into the family for money beyond any hope of ever paying it back, a cheap virgin was purchased. The candidate for Bossdom would usually deflower and decapitate her at the same assemblage. Chuk Foo Kee couldn't even slaughter a duck. She thought, "He's going to learn." Looking straight into the old lady's eyes, Elder Niece Kee said, "My son will do exactly as I say."
"Even strangle with those sissy-boy hands of his?"
"Even strangle," nodded Elder Niece Kee.