The Pat Wong Diaries:

"Bring me his socks," I whispered to Harry in Chinese, speaking firmly, "bring me his socks."

Harry started, almost in a panic. Holding his cock tightly with one hand, he bent down and began to remove the sock off of Paul's left foot, his face and thick glasses clumsily pressed against Paul's sweaty lower back. Paul halted his thrusting, looking a little annoyed, to let Harry remove the sock.

"Here you go," Harry dangled the sock over my nose. "Smell it."

I snatched the sock from Harry's hand and pressed it against my face and drew a long breath. It smelled like a man's foot, sweet and sweaty and vinegary.

"He loves your bulgy eyes," Harry bent down and whispered to me in Chinese, "he loves them so much!"

I looked at Paul and smiled and then asked him in a high, childish voice, "Why do you treat me so nice? Why do you treat me so nice, tell me?"

Paul smiled and said nothing and just kept pumping my inflamed vagina.

Then he turned to Carol and said, "I love only you baby -- my lone star in the skies, only you!"

I smiled and looked at Carol. She was looking at Paul, smiling, her eyes twinkling with tears.

Then suddenly his glare hardened as he looked at me and he yelled, "Lust! Lust! I am full of lust!" Paul was a pure male at that moment, a pure cock in the swing of copulation.

I closed my eyes and stuffed the sock closely against my nose.

A few minutes later, I heard a cell phone ring. I opened my eyes and saw Stephen hunched down on his cell, whispering.

"Everything is good," I heard him say. "He's with her now... Harry is here too.... Not yet....."

Then Harry yelled, speaking in English this time, "Sex! I am talking about sex!" He had been sitting on his chair when he started yelling, but now was on his feet again, his face red, violently masturbating, once in a while spitting on his right hand.

"Sex! Sex!" he kept yelling.

"It's Harry," I heard Stephen whisper in his phone, "he's very excited." Then he hung up the phone.

That was when I heard Paul say, "Wǒ cào, wǒ cào! Niúbī!"

I opened my eyes and looked at Harry. He had stopped pumping his penis and was looking at me with a meaningful smile. Then he began to laugh.

"Very good, Mister Paul," he said, "very good."

Paul was saying, "I fuck, I fuck, fucking awesome!"

I smiled and then closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on Paul's strong thrusts. Two minutes later I opened them again. Harry was on the bed now, bent down, his back blocking my view of Paul's large chest. At first I didn't understand what was happening, but then quickly realized that he was eagerly licking one of Paul's arm pits, whispering, "this is tasty!"

Paul looked at him and caressed him on the head. Harry's thick, heavy glasses began to slide off his small nose, so Paul picked them off and handed them to Carol.

Harry smiled and nodded, then shifted to the other arm pit and started licking it greedily. "Men! Men!" Harry kept whispering as he licked Paul's arm pits. "Men! Men!"

Paul groaned and stopped pumping me.

"The KY," Paul whispered, turning halfway towards Carol.

Carol got up slowly from her corner seat and slid her dangling breasts back into her blouse. She then walked to the main dresser, opened the top drawer and took out a large tube of KY. As she opened the tube, she walked towards the bed and squeezed a healthy dollop of cream on her right palm.

"Bend down, Harry," I heard Paul say, gesturing to the bed with his chin.

Harry looked at me and frowned. I looked at Paul and then at Carol. I did not understand what was happening. Crol winked at me mechanically and nodded.

Paul then withdrew his penis out of my vagina and gently grabbed Harry by the waist.

"Bend down Harry," he said, "so that Carol can lubricate your ass."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked with a voice trembling more with excitement than with apprehension.

"Carol, go ahead," said Paul, not answering.

Carol smiled and nodded at Harry and whispered to him, "Don't be afraid." She then slowly slid her right hand on Harry's ass and began to lubricate his asshole.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, a little worried. "What are you going to do?"

"No worries," Paul said and then slid his large penis back into my vagina.

As Paul pumped my pussy, I saw Harry smiling widely and nodding. Carol was inserting her finger into his ass and he was enjoying the experience.

A minute later, I heard Carol say, "He's ready for you now."

Hearing this, Paul immediately took out his cock and stepped back.

It was then that I heard some whispers in the corner and turned to look who was there. It was Kang. She was listening intently to something Stephen was telling her. She was drinking a tall glass of milk and biting firmly on a large piece of cheese. She looked at me and frowned.

"It's what we want," I said, defensively, speaking in Chinese. Kang shrugged her shoulders and said nothing.

"Ooh," Harry said softly in anticipation of what Paul was going to do to him. Then he winced and cut his breath short.

Paul was penetrating Harry's asshole, yelling, "The Abbot of Pafnuty put his cock thereto. Roghozin! Roghozin!"

"Oh mommy," Harry said, "oh mommy." I grabbed Harry's hand and sat up.

"Be gentle with him," I said, frowning at Paul. "Be careful. Don't break his ass."

"Not to worry," Paul said, and proceeded to slowly push his cock deep inside of Harry's ass.

"I am his wife!" Harry whispered to me softly in Chinese, "I am his wife!""

"This is your reward, Harry," Paul said. "You have been a true friend and I knew you have been craving this cock."

Harry squeezed my hand and smiled with satisfaction. "I love the cock, the cocky cock, the cock and balls!" he said.

Then he turned to Paul and said, "You are the Devil, you are the Devil! Look at what you have done to me! Look at what you have done to us!"

"Yes, the Devil," echoed Paul. "I am Satan. Smell the sulfur! Smell it! I am Mephistopheles."

"You are the cock, the cock!" Harry yelled, "the strong cock!"

"Yes," yelled Paul, "I am the cock of Zeus and the balls of Sisyphus."

Then he added, "I love China, I love the PRC! Long live Mainland China!"

"I love America," Harry echoed back, returning the favor, "I love America! I am a citizen! I took the oath!"

The loud sound of shouts from Harry and Paul excited me and I began to masturbate, using Paul's semen, which was still oozing out of my vagina, as a lubricant. I locked eyes with Paul and we glared at each other for a long time, as if angry over what we were doing and what we had brought ourselves to.

A few minutes later, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure Paul was giving him, Harry started yelling, "I am a woman! I am a woman!" He then turned around and looked at Paul and said, "Paul, I am your wife. I am your wife."

Harry then turned to me and whispered in Chinese, "I am his wife, Pat, and your husband." Then he added in English loudly, "I want some lipstick on my lips. Put some lipstick on me now! I am a woman!"

I turned to Carol and smiled. She smiled back and immediately picked up her red lipstick tube and bent down in front of Harry and began to color his lips!"

"I am a woman!" Harry continued to yell, suddenly using a high pitched voice. "I am a woman! Give me some stockings!"

Carol sprang to her feet and grabbed a pair of black stockings from a drawer and handed them to Harry.

"Wait, Paul," Harry said breathlessly, "I want to put these stockings on."

Paul stopped and pulled his penis out of Harry's ass. Another long fart ensued. Harry sat down and began to put the stockings on. He was panting, his face burning. I asked him if he was OK, but he didn't answer as he stumbled to put on Carol's panties. I helped him and a minute later, he had both stockings on.

"How do you feel Pat, watching your husband being screwed like this," Paul asked, not looking at me.

I didn't answer him but kept my eyes on my husband.

Stockings on, Harry sat up and then assumed his doggie positions and said, "Put it back in. I want to feel your semen inside of my ass."

Paul went back in, sliding his penis effortlessly and began to pump Harry very strongly.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Harry kept yelling in Chinese, "I am a homosexual! I love men!"

Hearing this, I began to slap my pussy loudly. The loud sounds, the sight of Paul penetrating Harry, the sight of Harry grinning happily, the smell of sweat and ass, and the sensation of Paul's semen in my pussy -- the feeling of overwhelming sex overcame me and I shuddered, gripped by a powerful orgasm, this time not just tapping my over flamed pussy, but outright slapping it while staring at it and yelling, "Bad pussy! Bad pussy!"

"Let me know when you want me to come, Harry," Paul then suddenly said.

"Come now, I want to feel the semen now!" said Harry immediately.

"Here you go!" answered Paul, and began to ejaculate inside of Harry's ass.

"You are the Devil, Paul, the Devil!" Harry said in English, speaking breathlessly and laughing. "What a feeling! I love it!"

And then suddenly he added, "It's my turn, now. I want to screw your ass, Paul."

Without hesitating, Paul turned to Carol and stretched out his arm. Carol got up slowly and handed him the KY. Paul squeezed out a thick glob and slapped it against his ass hole. As he did that, he slowly pulled his penis out of Harry's ass and nodded with satisfaction at the sight of his semen oozing out of Harry's ass. He took Harry's place and bent down, offering his muscular, hairy buttocks.

Harry bent down and smelled Paul's asshole.

"Very strong! But clean!" he said, giving me the thumbs up. Then he grabbed his cock and began to push it clumsily against Paul's asshole. He had a look of intense concentration on his face. When he finally slid it in, he smiled and then laughed out loud.

"Debauchery, debauchery!" Harry yelled in Chinese and beat on his chest with both hands. "I am engaged in homosexuality!" Then he continued in English, "Chairman Mao, I am penetrating a man! Dear Chairman Mao -- I want to suck your dangling breasts!"

Paul smiled and shook his head, exchanging a smile with me. Harry kept laughing and smiling and thrusting into Paul's ass.

I watched Paul's face closely to see how he was feeling and realized that Paul's sarcastic expression had faded and was replaced by an intense look of pleasure. At one point, Paul grabbed his cock and began to pull on it. Then suddenly, a gush of semen emanated from Paul's cock. Paul cried out and looked back at Harry, who was penetrating him without a pause. He stared at him as he ejaculated, as if trying to figure out how this strange situation he had gotten himself into had been pushed to such heights of delight.

A few seconds later, Harry pulled out his cock and began to ejaculate on Paul's back. And it was by far the thickest ejaculation that I had seen produced by Harry in years.

Carol clapped her hands and smiled. I nodded at Harry with approval. Paul shook his head and smiled, and then turned around and shook Harry's hand. Then he bent down to me and shook my hand.

"I hope this was to your satisfaction," he whispered to me.

"It was. It was to mine and Harry's satisfaction. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"I did," he said, then got up, took Carol by the hand, and left the room.