The Pat Wong Diaries

Akram was gentle with both of us. Chun was right, it was more wonderful than anything we had experienced. More wonderful than getting a high grade on an exam or even getting the highest mark in the class.

He was smiling all along, blushing and blinking, as though this was the first time he was spending the night with a girl. My heart was pounding and my brain had stopped thinking.

He kissed me for a long time, sitting by the sofa. He was caressing my hair and rubbing his nose against my lips and cheeks.

"You smell so nice," he said, "so fresh."

"Thank you," I said, feeling my nipples harden.

Then he stuck his tongue into my mouth and spread his lips inside mine, sucking my teeth.

Then he began to fondle my breasts gently, taking out my right nipple and licking it. Then he put it back in and we continued kissing.

I sighed and felt limp all over. A new sensation for me.

I then felt his hand on my thighs and up my skirt, then I felt a finger inside my vagina.

I groaned. His finger was thick and my small vagina had never had anything as thick as Akram's finger enter it.

He took out his finger and smelled it.

"You are ready," he said. He then picked me up with his thick arms, walked steadily to his bedroom and gently deposited me on his bed.

I stared at him blankly.

He kissed me again for a long time, and then he began to slowly undress me, one article at a time. When I was completely naked, he gave me another long kiss, as if to say that I had done a good job.

My pussy was aflame. I understood now what needed to happen: he needed to stick his penis inside of me.

He was still fully dressed in his gray polo shirt and his expensive silk pants. He even had his shoes still on.

He stared at me straight in the eyes, a soft smile on his face.

I looked on as he deliberately took off his clothes. I was all along staring at his genital area, not bothering to conceal my anticipation at the sight of his penis.

And then he took it out. A thick, healthy, dark, pulsating animal, much larger than I had imagined or anticipated.

This was a serious matter, I thought, very serious. And my heart skipped a beat.

What caught my attention right away was the red eye of the penis: a Cyclops with a mission. It looked angry and determined, and ready for battle.

I gasped and to my astonishment immediately reached out to grab it.

Akram was surprised a bit, but pleased and came closer to help me grab his cock, as he took off his polo shirt, the remaining piece of clothing on him.

It was hot and as hard as a broomstick. I gripped it tightly and began to sniff it. It was so innocent and yet so powerful. I stared closely at the eye and poked at it with my finger, then placing it between my thumb and index, I parted the eye and inspected the moist red meat even more closely.

Akram was staring at me, his face still soft with a smile. I smiled back and turned my attention back to the strange creature I was holding in my hands.

I then slid my hand back and grabbed his dangling balls. They were hairless, but that didn't strike me as out of the ordinary. I smelled them and gave them a little kiss.

Akram stood patiently, saying, "take your time, Pat, take your time."

But I was ready and so I opened my legs and pointed to my pussy without saying a word. It was time, I felt, that he did what he needed to do.

"I am going to use a condom," Akram explained softly, and then he produced a small blue square packet and gently ripped it open.

"This will make sure that my semen does not get into you," he went on with his explanation. He then slid his penis inside the condom and gently placed the torn packet on the night stand.

"It will hurt in the beginning," he said, "since you are a virgin. And maybe some blood will come out," he went on, "but do not be afraid. It's normal."

Chun had explained all that to me, so I smiled and nodded.

He then gently parted my legs, stuffed a pillow under my ass, opened the lips of my pussy with two fingers and said, "May God bless this vagina, may God bless this penis, may God bless this penetration."

And his cock went in -- my first cock. No blood came out and I didn't feel any pain at all.

Akram made love to me for more than two hours that night, and he ejaculated only at the very end. Thinking back now, and comparing him to my Harry and how he can't sustain an erection for ten minutes without ejaculating, I am in awe at the stamina of youth.

And Chun was more than right. It was heaven. It was as it should be. How awful that such a wonderful experience would be shrouded in such mysteries and obfuscations. Akram made me feel like butter, soft and happy. I cried several times as Akram penetrated me, from sheer joy. I felt like a female and my voice went even higher as I expressed my appreciation for Akram, saying, "feel so nice, feel so soft." Akram kissed me and mock-consoled, saying, "I'm sorry Pat. I am sorry to make you feel so good."

I didn't want him to stop, but when he stopped, I felt that I could do anything he wanted me to. But he didn't ask me to do anything. He was as sweet as when we had started, as gentle and as smiling.