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It was the start of the summer break, in late May, and Seth had found himself, an unemployed university student wandering around the city's Chinatown, early one saturday morning. He liked to walk around this part of town, with it's colorful shops, full of imported merchanise. At the turn of the century this had been the manufacturing district and over the years had become dirty and decrepid, but the expanding Asian population had taken over and revitalized it. The crowded sidewalks, stalls brimming with fresh vegetables and seafood, the bright signs reminded Seth of photos he had seen of Hong Kong. Every bit of space was used. Small alleyways held street merchants hawking watches, cheap toys and postcards. As he walked along he passed a busy Chinese grocery store on the ground floor of an old brick building. Just beyond was a dark, narrow alley littered with packing crates and paper that led back beside the store. Although he had passed that alley many times before he noticed for the first time a stairway leading down to the basement and a handwritten sign in Chinese characters with the pictogram for healer. He made his way down the stairway to an old door covered in peeling green paint. He had entered an old basement beneath the grocery store. The strong smell, of roots, spices and damp earth hit his nostrils. Through a grime-covered window a single shaft of orange sunlight penetrated the dark, illuminating dust that shook down from the busy upstairs store. Seth was able to make out neat rows of boxes brimming with strangely shaped items and at the rear of the room, several ancient glass and wooden counter tops. The room was unoccupied except for Seth. As he made his way towards the back, a woman appeared from behind a curtained doorway. She was Chinese, Seth thought in her early 20's, about five feet high, slightly built with long black hair. Her face was wide with high cheekbones, dark eyes and a wide mouth. Wearing a plain ivory dress and a single string of pearls around her neck, she waited silently behind the farthest counter, watching Seth from the shadows. She disappeared behind the curtain as Seth moved near, then reappeared a few moments later carrying two sticks of smoking incense tied together with a single red ribbon. Without saying a word, she moved from behind the counter to a small shrine between two huge packing crates. Seth followed her and watched as she lay the incense in a ceramic holder inside the shrine. She knelt before the shrine, saying nothing. Seth knelt down beside her and watched. After several minutes, she rose and returned to the counter, Seth following, still silent. "You've come for medicine?" Her words startled Seth, he'd become used to the silence. "No, I'm a botany student at the university . . . I saw your sign and was curious . . . I've been researching medicinal uses of plants." A faint smile came over her face. She came around the far side of the counter and began to walk down one of the aisles running her hand over the heaped boxes. Seth followed. He found out her name was Jia Xiuyun and she was the owner of this shop. Jia had been trained in Hong Kong, apprenticed to her great uncle, a fourth generation traditional Chinese healer and herbalist. She had immigrated to the United States a couple of years ago with the help of her extended family and had set up shop here in the basement of a relative's grocery store. Her customer's were mainly Chinese immigrants like herself that had heard about her from others in the community. Jia and Seth spent the morning talking and when Seth left in the early afternoon he knew he would be coming back to the small shop. He returned late on Monday afternoon. Jia had asked him about a mushroom, the Dictyophora, native to China, and Seth, with his knowledge of the local plant life, had been able to find her a local supplier much cheaper than her importer. As you might expect, she was overjoyed and they talked late into the night, sitting in the small apartment, behind the curtain, at the back of Jia's store. Tuesday evening, Seth and Jia dined at a small restaurant just around the corner from her store. It was about eleven o'clock when they came back, slightly under the influence from the chinese liquor they had been sampling. Stopping in the kitchen for a moment to drop off some parcels, she took Seth by the hand and led him into the darkened store. Over one of the counters she turned on an overhead light, its dim bulb illuminating the case's contents. "That's higo zuiki" she said, pointing to a bunch of dried up stems in the case, "it's from Japan." She reached into the case and took a handful, along with some smooth steel balls that rested near the back. They returned to the kitchen. Jia explained to Seth that higo zuiki was dried taro stem, used in Japan to bind the male member for extra staying power. She had learned the technique of tying and knotting in Japan one summer before she came to live in the states. The balls were rin-no-tama, the famous "bell balls" of the Ming dynasty, used by women in both China and Japan since the 15th century. These were not some pale western imitation but were authentic, one with a vibrating metal tongue, the other with a blob of mercury or as the chinese called it "dragon spit." She put a pot of water on the stove to boil. "Go wash up" she told Seth. When Seth returned, Jia led him into the small bedroom that adjoined the kitchen. The higo zuiki lay cooling in a porcelain bowl, a wisp of vapour rising from the warm, stringy mass. Seth sat on the edge of the bed, a large towel wrapped around his waist. At twenty years of age, he was in top physical shape from hiking and rock climbing, his lean and muscular frame evenly tanned. Jia gently pushed him back onto the bed, running her hand down over his bare chest and along the towel and down between his thighs. She stood up and reached behind, undoing the zipper that held her simple dress. Stepping out of the dress, she gave Seth his first look at her tiny, lithe body. Wearing only plain white panties and bra, she dropped the dress across the chair and stepped over to the side of the bed, kneeling down with her back toward Seth. "Unhook me" she said. Seth reached up and undid the tiny metal clasp at the back of her bra. Jia had a beautiful back,somewhat muscular yet smooth and feminine, flawless skin that appeared almost translucent. She turned around and dropped the bra revealing her two perfect small breasts, each one slightly upturned and firm, each one capped with an erect dark pink nipple. Now she stood up, her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her plain white panties. Pulling them down, she exposed her pubes, covered in fine, fluffy-soft jet black pubic hair. Her genitals were small, tight, just the slightest hint of wet pink flesh protruded between the labia majora. For her size she was properly proportionedwith small, pert buttocks curving to where they met her back, and a gently rounded belly. Long black hair flowed off her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. Once again, Jia's attention turned to Seth. She sat down naked on the edge of the bed, ran her hand up between his thighs under the towel and pulled it open, releasing the most magnificent erection she had ever seen. With a dark purple flared head and a thick, veined shaft, Seth's penis rocked gently back and forth as he breathed. Jia grasped the shaft about halfway between the pubes and the glans, her small hand was just barely able to close around it. At the base of the shaft was a dense mound of crisp, brown pubic hair and below that a large, wrinkled scrotum that contained testes the size of swallow's eggs. As she slid her hand to the base, she leaned forward and took Seth's glans into her mouth and fellated him. To her surprise, he became even larger and harder, his back arching in pleasure. Holding his penis with her mouth, she reached into the bowl and took out a piece of higo zuiki, soft and pliable yet strong. Working quickly she wrapped the warm fiber around the base of his penis and scrotum, winding and knotting it. Another and another piece were added in quick succession, a complicated pattern of knots and patterns emerged working its way gradually up Seth's penis. Jia secured the final piece of fiber over the flared glans. Seth looked at his penis; it was huge, the fiberous wrapping had forced blood upward creating a bulging glans, the fiber adding extra width to his already impressive dimensions. Jia got up on the bed, straddling Seth across his belly, facing away from him. She reached behind her neck and undid the string of large pearls she was wearing. Holding the string of pearls in her left hand she used her right index finger to push the string of pearls, one-by-one up her tiny, tight pink anus. As the last one disappeared she told Seth, "Pull them out when I cum." She flexed her thighs and brought herself up over his penis and positioned the glans at the entrance to her tight vagina, then pushed down. Jia squealed as Seth's penis penetrated her vagina, the taro juice from the higo zuiki acting as a lubricant, squeezing out running down his shaft and down her thighs. Seth could hardly believe it as his penis disappeared inside Jia, then reappeared with a tremendous sucking sound as she lifted her hips up. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster, both were now covered with a thin layer of sweat. Jia tossed back her head, lifted up and dropped, forcing Seth's entire penis inside of her and let out a moan. He pulled on the string of pearls and was amazed as he felt them move past his glans deep inside her body before emerging from her anus popping out one at a time. She let out a deep sigh and pulled Seth's penis out of her. By this time Seth was ready to cum, but the higo zuiki prevented him. Seth looked down and saw Jia holding a wicked looking knife with a sharp curved blade. Quickly she took the knife and severed the fiber wrapping the base of Seth's penis and scrotum and pulled off the entire fiber net in one motion. Released from its confines, a gob of hot semen blasted out the tip of Seth's penis and splattered into Jia's mouth and over her face. Without losing a moment, Jia turned so her vulva was directly over Seth's face. He could feel her mouth on his penis, her tongue massaging his pee-hole, her teeth carefully nibbling his glans. Her vulva descended on his face and he forced his tongue deep into her vagina. It was tight and muscular, it squeezed his tongue, taro juice mixed with hot vaginal juices ran out on his face and into his mouth. Something firm, about the size of a long pencil eraser turned out to be her clitoris with two small labia minora that disappeared near her vaginal opening. She was still hot, juice flowing out of her vagina, bobbing up and down on his penis, sweating, making animal noises. Her back arched, she came, again, again, finally rolling off Seth onto the bed beside him. But it wasn't over yet. Jia took the rin-no-tama balls and inserted both, one after the other, into her vagina. Each ball was over an inch in diameter. "Get the vibrator from my dresser" she asked. He opened the dresser drawer and took out a heavy steel vibrator with a long black power cord. Plugging it in he turned it on and was surprised by the power. He applied the vibrating end to one of the balls, just visible inside the entrance to her vagina. The ball gave off a high pitched ringing noise as the vibrator touched it, and Jia arched her back one again. It took another four orgasms before she was finally satisfied, laying spread-eagled on her back, dripping sweat. In the wee hours of the morning, Seth and Jia lay awake. Jia explained the basis of traditional chinese medicine, Taoism and its relation to sex. The Qi is the power or flow; Yin the passive nurturing force present in the woman and Yang the active life-giving force present in the man, two that must be in balance for perfect health. Orgasm in the woman and ejaculation in the man were outpourings of Qi energy. It's believed that peak Qi power can be restored by careful balance of the sexual energy of a man and a woman. Out of this came the Shinto phallic cults of Japan and the traditional chinese remedies. The penis is the center of strength and procreative healing. A further extension of this theory is the doctrine of signatures; the disease is cured by something similar in form to the affected part such as the phallic rino horn or the mandrake root for impotence. The more rare and precious the substance the more energy and hence the more curative power it had. Nothing should be rejected, everything has a use depending upon the conditions, any substance may be used as a medicine. Jia showed Seth a case containing velvet deer antler, a substance revered for its qualities as a powerful aphrodisiac and a rejuvenator when taken by men and women, Chinese medicine often uses animal parts she told Seth. Her freezer contained bear gall bladder and bear paw from Korea, which sold for up to one-thousand dollars a bowl of soup created by a Chinese cook that Jia employed. They went from case to case, crate to crate, Jia explaining the uses of the exotic substances within. At daybreak, Seth left. Over the next few days Seth dropped by the shop often. Days were spent taking stock, filling orders. Snakes pickled in wine, dried seal penises, frozen sea urchins, all were in stock and in demand by the community. Most were of questionable legality; Jia's shop was known by word of mouth only. Nights were spent making love, as Jia and Seth had orgasm after orgasm, each successive one more powerful, continuing until they lay in an exhausted state, covered in sweat, in Jia's small apartment. It was late on a Friday afternoon that Seth noticed Jia talking with a customer in low tones near the rear of the shop. There was something about the conversation, that made Seth stop and look up. He had noticed the customer, a well-dressed young woman about twenty-five in the shop on previous occasions, Jia had made special packages up for her from some of the most costly items she carried. After the woman left the shop, Jia came back to see Seth. The woman was Eunice Shuxian, the daughter of a wealthy, ex-patriot Hong Kong developer who had recently moved to the city. Eunice was an only child but she had been sickly since she was small and her doting father wanted desparately for her to get well and marry, not only for her happiness but also to produce an heir to his fortune. He didn't have faith western doctors, they kept telling him there was nothing wrong with Eunice so he had sent her to see Jia whom he trusted. Eunice had been improving steadily under Jia's care but was still underweight and very skittish, she was depressed and didn't even have a boyfriend. Jia and Eunice had been discussing treatment options, options that were rapidly running out since Jia had tried just about everything she had in the shop. It took a while but Jia finally got up the courage to tell Seth what was on her mind. She had exhausted all of the plant and animal medicines she had with only moderate success and now she was ready to try more drastic, less often used measures. Would Seth consent to supplying some of his blood to make into medicine for Eunice? Jia explained that she had only done this once before, back in Hong Kong and the results had been dramatic. "I'll take the blood from a small cut in your penis" she said "blood taken from there is more powerful, it has more of the male essence to balance her declining health." Seth took a few moments to consider this, his curiousity overcame any misgiving he had and he gave his consent. This is the end of Part 1, continued in Jia, Part 2 |