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[latebloomer]

Since there are no comments, I have to assume that my stories are, so far, acceptable. The next one is the last one in this series. It's the longest one, 8 parts in all.

The Medium

The smoke was cloying, assaulting her nostrils and throat. Tears were rolling in her eyes and she blinked hard as they flowed down her cheeks. She was afraid.

On the altar facing her sat several figurines, each in its own glass case. The most prominent was the Monkey God, standing on one bent knee and holding a long staff, his free hand shading his eyes as he looked into the distance. Next to him was Ne Cha, the Third Prince, riding on his wheels of fire, and carrying a spear.

"Don't worry, your grandmother will be alright. As long as you believe," the man said, speaking Teochew. He adjusted the wick of the 'perpetual' oil lamp, then topped up the oil in the shallow dish.

"I believe, Uncle, I believe!" she answered quickly. She was on the verge of tears.

"Just do what I tell you and you will ensure her swift recovery." He put his arm around her shoulder.

She nodded vigorously, shaking drops of sweat off her broad forehead. Her eyes darted around the darkened hall, reflecting the dancing orange-red glow of the electric candles on the altar, two on each side of every figurine. A small fan sat on a stool, rotating slowly as it cooled the room.

"You didn't tell anyone you were coming here, did you?" he asked, concerned. He observed the young girl, noting her plump figure and big eyes.

"No, no! I wanted to tell Ah Bu I'm going out but she was sleeping." Pursing her thick lips, she scratched her head just behind her left ear.

"Alright, but remember what I told you the other day? That you must keep this visit a secret or else the powers won't work?"

"Yes I remember, Uncle. I won't tell anyone, I promise!"

The girl had come to him a few days ago, looking forlorn and pathetic, Under the canvas tent, she stood apart as devotees surrounded the medium. Wearing a pair of off-yellow cotton pants tied at the waist with a draw-string, his skinny body bare and sweaty, he danced around in front of the altar, moving and gesturing like a monkey or, more appropriately, like the Monkey God, ‘Sun Wu Kung’, who was supposed to have possessed his body. Assistants hovered around making sure he did not hurt himself while in trance.

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[latebloomer]

After most of the devotees have gotten their answers and blessings from the Monkey God, speaking through the medium mumbling in a high pitch voice, and interpreted by a able assistant, the girl stepped forward. "Can I ask if my Ah Mah's illness can be cured?" she asked the assistant.

"Of course! The Monkey God is all powerful. He can answer any question!" He pushed her towards the medium who was sitting on a wooden chair painted red with gold trimmings, with ornate carvings of dragons incorporated into the armrest and back.

'Hmmm, not bad!' Eyes half-closed, his head and body repeatedly swaying from side to side, he still noted the young girl's big eyes gazing with a mix of fear and curiosity at him.
In the confusion, she was not able to get the answers she wanted. The Monkey God's assistant told her that her case was complicated, requiring more elaborate prayers. She was asked to wait.

Half an hour later, she met the medium as himself. Despite his friendliness, she felt uncomfortable. He stared at her body openly, glancing at her chest especially. Then again, she had noticed that most men do that.

"Yes? Did you say your grandmother has cancer?" he asked, addressing her breasts.

"Eh, yes." She sounded unsure, hesitant. She bit her lower lips, her eyes darting from him to the floor, back again, repeatedly. Her forehead was wet with sweat but she made no attempt to wipe it.

"Well...this can be difficult. Tell me what kind of cancer she has," he said. Something was different about this girl, he realized. He could not quite tell, yet.

"My Ah Bu only told me Ah Mah has cancer and she will die. What do you mean 'what kind' har, Uncle?"

And he knew why she felt different. He should have realized it earlier, kicking himself mentally. "Never mind. The Monkey God can cure any kind of cancer. But for this you will need special prayers."

"Eh, special prayer?" Now he saw the dullness behind the big lovely eyes. What he thought adorable was simply immature childishness of a mental sloth. Still, this girl had a pleasant face, with those eyes and the pouting lips. Her figure was fleshy and her chest was just so, eh, overwhelming. However she was definitely slow mentally.

"Yes, special prayers. You've to come to the 'temple' for that." He looked around, making sure no one overheard their conversation.

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[WazzupBro]

Nice story, thanks bro

[latebloomer]

He had eventually convinced her of the need to attend a separate session alone. Even then, he had to repeat himself till she remembered the address of the rented flat that he had used to install the altar and the paraphernalia of his trade.

"Let's start, okay?" he said, noting the time: 4 pm. He'd better not keep her for more than an hour, he decided. After that, she might be missed.

He glanced at the thick curtains covering the windows, particularly those facing the corridors. Had to make sure no one walking by could see or hear anything happening inside.

"You must kneel here. Hold these joss-sticks. Here, move up a little on the futon," he instructed, taking the opportunity to test her response to his pressing on her behind. She moved, displaying no reaction to his probing hands.

He stood at the altar, his back to the girl. Mouth chanting softly, he drew an ideogram on a rectangular piece of yellow paper with a Chinese brush dipped in red pigment, then gripped it between index and middle fingers. Still mumbling, he turned around and swirled the paper in the air over the kneeling girl.

He lit one corner of the yellow paper from the flame of the 'perpetual' lamp. Still chanting, he made patterns in the air with the burning paper before dipping it into a half-bowl of water, just as the flames reached his fingers.

Unseen by the girl, he added white powder from a small satchel he had hidden behind an urn into the water. He stirred in the ashes and powder, took a careful glance before bringing the bowl to the girl. "Drink this. You must swallow it all down. Then we can begin." he said.

The girl gamely swallowed the liquid without complaint. Then she gazed expectantly at him.

"Close your eyes. Pray for your Ah Mah now." He began chanting distractedly, his mind already running away with what he would do to the girl, once the drug took effect.

Fifteen minutes passed. As he watched, the girl started to sway, just a little at first as he continued to mouth nonsensical phrases he knew she would not understand. Soon she was slowly swinging her head from side to side, her eyes appearing blank and unfocused.

"Come here, girl," he called. No answer, although she turned her head vaguely towards his voice. Just about ready, just be patient, he told himself.

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[latebloomer]

Ah Di did say he needed to wait at least fifteen minutes. His special concoction, which he guaranteed would knock a girl out fast and make her forget what happened when she woke, he claimed he only offered to trusted friends. It did not come cheap, and he had had no opportunity to use it till now.

"Come with me." He helped her up, started walking her towards the bedroom. "Where...we...going?" she asked.

"Just come with me," he said. She sounded drunk, but was still able to walk on her own, although he had to steer her.

There was just a mattress on the floor. A small TV set sat in a corner, connected to a portable VCD player. Pornographic VCDs were strewn around the player.

"I...so...sleepy....Uncle," she mumbled. As he sat her down on the mattress, she flopped backwards and laid on it, eyes half closed, her head still turning slowly side to side.

"Go to sleep then. Uncle will pray for your Ah Mah," he said, "And take good care of you too." The last he added in a whisper.

Her breasts felt soft and so full even through her clothes. He pulled up her T-shirt, turned her to the left and undid the bra from the back, not bothering to remove them completely. He stripped her of her blue shorts though, and of course her black panties.

His eyes feasted upon the half naked girl. Slowly he took off his shorts and briefs. He was ready and willing, and the time was now.

Kneeling, he attacked her breasts, slobbering and suckling like a crazy long-starved baby. He pushed aside her clothing, pressed his ugly face right into the softness, alternating hands and mouth over first one then the other side. His yellow teeth and cracked lips clamped over her nipples as he suckled vigorously, causing the girl to whimper slightly even in her drugged state.

He ran his grimy hands down her plump body, squeezing, grabbing, and poking his dirty fingers where they will. He turned her over to one side so he could enjoy the generous flanks and her plump behind. Next he laid her upon her back, then knelt and dipped his head between her thighs, exploring at close range her nether regions. Her untidy bush, plump lips and blubbery thighs somehow excited him more than the slim, skinny girls he used to have. He found himself burying his face into her groin, tasting the alkaline acrid scent on his tongue. As he did so, she mumbled softly, "No...no...cannot...cannot..."

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[latebloomer]

Looking around the untidy room, he searched for the small package he thought he had more of. A discarded opened foil was thrown into a corner, and the empty box sat on a stool. Suddenly he remembered! He had used up the remaining rubbers three nights ago, when he brought a KTV girl home. That skinny girl had kept him up all night, right up into the morning asking, begging and pleading for more. The last two rounds he had in fact done her unprotected. So what was he going to do now?

The girl stirred, and that decided him. The hell with it, he thought, before she wakes on you. Kneeling, he tried to enter, found obstruction, pushed harder, a big grin now on his face. "Strike lottery liao!” The words reverberated in his mind.

Leaning in, he pressed on, determination evident in his beady eyes. "Pain...pain...ooh!" she mumbled, trying without success to push him off. As he tore his way through, she began to moan incoherently.

For ten minutes, the scrawny man pumped his way to ejaculation. Manipulating her limbs this way and that, he attempted to change her posture and thus his position, but found it way too complicated. So he simply continued to hump in missionary, enjoying himself tremendously burying his pimple-scared face into her breasts. Throughout this period, the girl remained comatose, only responding if he caused pain.

With a final jerk, he unloaded and withdrew. He walked to the bathroom to wash off, using soap copiously in the secret hope that whatever germs, if any, he caught would be washed away if he scrubbed hard enough. Then it was back to the room, where he quickly dressed the girl. As he was finishing, she began to wake.

"Uncle, what happened? How come I in bed?" she said, rubbing her eyes. She started to get up.

"You fainted from the smoke. I brought you inside to let you rest."

"Oh, I fainted ah? Is that why down here so pain?" She indicated her groin.

"No, no, that's because you're dirty there. Whey don't you go wash in the bathroom before you go home?"

"Then how about Ah Mah?"

"Go home. Don't tell anyone about coming here. I'd already prayed for her. She will get well soon."

"Thank you, Uncle! Thank you!"

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[latebloomer]

"Now go wash, then go home." He dismissed her. "Remember..."

"Yes, don't tell anyone!"

Back home, two persons were getting anxious waiting for the young girl:

"Ma, you just take good care of your health. Don't worry too much about the girl lah."

"How not to worry? Poor girl! Don't know which gods we offended to punish her like this?"

"You want to blame me again is it? Sure. Go ahead. Blame it all on me. Everything was my fault, okay?"

"Ma never blamed you ah, Daughter! You also suffered so much. You poor thing! Sob..."

"Aiyoh, Ma. Don't cry lah. You cry so much not good for your health."

"What's the use? You heard the doctor what! My cancer got no cure. But I'm an old woman, one foot in the grave already. The poor girl's still so young. So many bad things already happened to her."

"Nothing much we can do, Ma. It's her karma lah."

"Must be bad karma from your Ah Pa and me. We make money from turtle soup, killed so many turtles. Now our younger generations suffer."

"It's me lah. I'm the one who got pregnant before marriage. I'm the one who chose to keep the baby against your advice, even after the bastard ran away. Now my daughter suffers for my mistakes."

"But she's such a filial girl. Takes such good care of me. She was so concerned about my illness. Said she wanted to go to the temple to pray for my recovery."

"I know. She told me. Maybe she went there this afternoon and is coming home right now."

"Kwan Yin bless her! She's so helpful with all the neighbors, getting groceries and running errands. And so trusting."

"Too trusting sometimes. Remember Auntie Soh?"

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[latebloomer]

"You mean the stuck-up pig who used to sell vegetables at the market?"

"Yah lor! She tried to cheat Ah Girl one time. Sold her bitter gourds that must have been kept more than a few days old, all dry and wrinkled. I went to her stall to scold her, she also dare not scold back!"

"Didn't she die last year? Quite a horrible death too I remember!"

"Yah lor! The papers made it sound so scary. They said it was rape-murder!"

"Aiyoh, yao siew ah! Look like her also got people want to rape her meh?"

"Aiyah, this rapist must be very desperate! But then she liked to wear so revealing what. Still, quite sad. To die like that! With so many stab wounds and naked..."

"Wait! Wasn't it about one week after she tried cheating Ah Girl that she was found dead?"

"I think so. Such a coincidence hor?"

"Maybe not coincidence leh. Remember our old neighbor Ah Sai Pek? The lau chee koh?"

"The lau bu siew who used to touch Ah Girl's backside? He died already quite a few years. Accident right?"

"A lorry ran over him. Crushed his skull. The papers said his brain was all over the road. You remember when or not?"

"Now I remember! About ten days after I caught him trying to take Ah Girl's shorts off outside his house!"

"You see? Maybe Kwan Yin already protecting Ah Girl. I must go to the temple to thank her."

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[latebloomer]

"Ma, I'll go. Tomorrow after I go CDC, I'll go and make offerings."

"Make sure you get some flowers. But so soon you go for checkup again meh?"

"Doctor said my last blood test not so good. That's why must do again so soon."

"Then Ah Girl how ah? She went with you last time right?"

"Her blood tests so far alright."

"That poor girl! Born already got this kind of disease!"

"Aiyah, Ma!"

"Then you make sure you pray for yourself also. By the way, I heard there's this medium who's very good. The Monkey God works through him and he can cure so many illnesses. Maybe next week you and Ah Girl go and ask him to help?"

"Ma, no need to waste this kind of time or money lah! I told you so many times liao: HIV got no cure!!"

The End

[dgsk]

Thanks bro latebloomer for all the stories. They fill in all the blanks that the newspapers omitted reporting.

Great Read.

[latebloomer]

Softly

Softly, everything happens so softly, so quietly. Eagerly she participates. Her girlish movement tentative with inexperience, yet ever so tender. She sighs as I touch her, soft, smooth and warm, ever pliant.

She smiles, her lips somewhat crooked yet endearingly so, awkwardness inherent in her skewed dimples. Yet her eyes dart over my face, the bright lively orbs beaming her subtle almost hidden amusement. We kiss.

Sleeveless bare upper arms have never been sexier. No skinny bones but toned muscles, she is a regular swimmer, school representative at this meet and that. Now wrapped around my neck, my junior college girl, trim figure just losing the baby fat, presses her lips against mine, head tilted as we search for a good fit. She sucks hungrily and bites my lower lip.

I feel that familiar figure against me, her softness ever so appealing, reminding me of when I was her age fifteen years ago. Her youthfulness invigorates me, like an elixir older men yearn for. She starts licking my left ear. Her hand, long slim fingers so delicate, touches me carefully, traces lines down my cheek.

We don't hurry since she is staying over. Something we only talked about, an eventuality she considers essential to our relationship, shall ensue this night. Her smile when she told me yes I will remember. That afternoon we spent in my pad, tasting the cheese and sipping wine, no more mention made of her decision.

I run my coarse palms down her arms, her neck tilted away from where my tongue licks. She leans, her straight back against my chest, her broad squarish shoulders moist with sweat. The mirror reflects, shows my broad hands caressing her inner thighs, just beyond where her red shorts end.

She had told me how she wondered about us in the beginning. An older man was never on her agenda, at least not one so much older. Eventually it was her move, another critical decision for this unusual young lady, mature beyond her age in some aspects yet still girlish and giggly with me.

She giggles now, wiggling her waist, my hands reaching under her blouse tickling. She protests in mock-fear, play-acts a poor servant girl harassed by her rich towkay. Oh no, please don't, I'll do anything but don't make me do that, she begs. My hands cup her breasts right over her sport bra. She giggles some more.

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[ol'coyote]

Originally Posted by latebloomer

Since there are no comments, I have to assume that my stories are, so far, acceptable. The next one is the last one in this series. It's the longest one, 8 parts in all.

bro...no comments cos really bo eng these couple of weeks...
me thot me job very eng one...
office pay me to surf net and snake around...
sekali...new project...not time to even pcc...
anyway...me sent you a sms tdy...u got it ?...
if u didn't...then please sms me...
so me can update me address mobile's book...

[latebloomer]

Meeting her was fateful, serendipity it seemed. Events interlink in order that our paths cross. She had fallen ill, retching away as she sat pale and shivering in the waiting area of my family doctor. I was there to collect my report, health screening yearly a priority after passing thirty. I was a day early, initially being told it would only be ready one day later. Seeing her stumbling out of the clinic, I offered my help, and drove her home. She vomited in my car, insisted on making up for it, and took down my number. The call came three days later, and we were together since.

With her top off, hands crossed and shielding her modesty, she chews her lower lip like a pampered but shy child. Slowly, she peels off her hands, and offers up a heady mix of innocence and sensuality, her assets impressive for her slight build.

Intimacy followed soon after we grew close, hand holding and farewell kisses progressing to serious petting, usually in the privacy of my bachelor apartment. She was bold, adventurous, and, as we discovered, rather expressive with her desires. Early on though, an unspoken line was drawn, one never crossed however caught up in our passions we were.

I watch as she sheds the red shorts. Slim hips, flat belly, and trim thighs, balanced by a behind slightly more endowed. The white cotton panties, taut over the curves, glares against her tanned skin. My gaze meets hers, her smile now relaxed. She points.

The soft hum plays in the background, blending with Ella Fitzgerald crooning off the speakers. The chilled air heats up, our passions electrifying the room. I strip slowly, feasting my eyes on what awaits me. Propped upon my pillow, her shoulder length hair frames her young face, sweet lips parted in a toothy smile.

Whimpering catches at her throat, a moan suppressed, she blinks tears down flushed cheeks. I frown but continue slowly, feeling the tight grip gradually loosening. There is no rush. Ever so gently, my hands on her bent legs helping, I slip within. She gasps, then sighs.

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[latebloomer]

Gentle sex consumes us. I dislike rushed couplings, prefer to linger and appreciate. Shifting, getting comfortable for the long haul, I economize my movement, just rocking the hip from where I knelt. She, getting the hang of it, still gaze upon the action mesmerized.

The night is still young as we settle down, cozy under my blanket, our naked bodies warm and steamy. She wraps herself around me, one shapely thigh across my waist. We talk at intervals, quietly sharing the enhanced intimacy. I have never felt closer to her.

In the cool morning, the sky still dark outside my window, the muffled sounds we make seem stark against the quiet. Twice more we coupled, each better than the last. She feels fulfilled, tells me so. I never expected to be so happy with someone so young. Maybe my turn has come around.

As the sun peers through the drawn curtains, I watch her sleeping peacefully, a frown between her brows, and wonder if she is dreaming of us. Her breaths are gentle and silent, only the rise and fall of her chest an indication. I lift an edge of the blanket. Her nubile body looks delicious. I sit up, gasp as my body feels the chilled air. I walked to the bathroom, still erect.

The End

[latebloomer]

So far so good?
I certainly hope so.

There are more to come. I promise.

Just wondering if I should post something not exactly erotic.
In case any of you were wondering, I do write non-erotic stories.

I also tried writing in a blog-like format, a long long 'story' which I posted
in the other forum. Which has gone the way of the dodo. (my 'blog', not the forum)

And, yes, the blog is erotic. I wrote about this boy's sexual awakening, from his point of view, and his adventures with his neighbor.
Recently I started to look at the events from the point of view of the MILF neighbor, in the form of a diary she keeps.

If I post these, I'll have a new thread to do so. Should I?