The Pat Wong Diaries

My girls were all giggles as they took their clothes off. It had been a long time since we had last seen each other naked, and it felt strange. Between us, we had produced 15 children. We had toiled and slaved ceaselessly for those children and had given them our sweet youth, without once thinking that it could have been otherwise. We had patiently put up with moody, selfish husbands who did not have the courage to age gracefully and who found fault with every little thing we did, no matter how hard we worked and how much we tolerated their nonsense. We gave them our pussies and even our asses; we sucked their penises and even swallowed their semen. And yet they still complained.

But in spite of it all, we had held pretty well: our bodies were for the most part still firm and our breasts, though saggy, were still attractive and full of life. Even Bao, who had always been on the heavy side, had kept her figure and still looked attractive even after taking her clothes off.

After returning from upstairs with the towels, I had them wash their hands and pussies with disinfectant soap and then made them lie down on the towels I had spread on the sofa.

"I need you to spread your legs and rest your thighs on the girls next to you," I said as I dimmed down the lights and lit a Tun Huang incense stick. "I need you to feel the warm flesh of your sisters," I said. Then I turned on a CD of soft Sanxian music and fanned the incense to spread it around the room.

The girls were quiet and serious and followed me with silent eyes.

"Mei," I said. "Look how tall and handsome you are. Look how well you have done in your life. When was the last time anyone told you that you are a hero, that your sacrifices have not been in vain?"

Mei smiled and tilted her head, confused.

I got up and stretched my arms to her and grabbed her hands.

"Such a beautiful woman," I said, hugging her tightly, our breasts and nipples pressing against each other. I hugged her for a long time and rubbed my cheek against hers. Then I felt a tear roll down her left eye and onto my cheek. I pulled back and looked at her face. She was crying softly.

"You silly girl," I said, and then I planted a full mouth on her lips and began to kiss her.

"Mommy," she whispered, "oh Mommy."

Chun moaned, overwhelmed by the unexpected, bold scene she was witnessing. Chun loved decisive action and respected people who took steps others feared to take. As she watched us kiss, she frowned as though angry at the world, and began to slap her vagina. She was staring fixedly at us, her index and middle finger deep inside her hairy pussy.

"This is how it should be," she said, "this is how it should be."

"And look at Chun," I said calmly. "Faithful Chun, who taught us what we have learned about sex. Have we ever thanked her for what she did for all of us?"

Chun started and slapped her pussy even more loudly.

The other girls were now masturbating with a serious look on their faces. They seemed to have grasped the meaning of what I was doing and were now fully engaged.

"Have we ever said 'thank you' to Chun?" I said, getting up and looking around. The girls knew that I was only trying to stoke the fire of their excitement and intensified their masturbation.

"Where have the years gone, Chun -- those years when our hearts danced with joy?"

Bao was now sticking out her tongue and wagging it left and right. She had a large pussy and had easily inserted four fingers inside of it. She was looking at me as if I were a man and had a cock that I could whip out and stick inside of her.

I went to her and stared at her in the eyes. She looked fixedly back at mine and then grabbed me by the head. She wanted to kiss. I pushed her back a little and sat down beside her.

"Bao -- sexy Bao. Look at those huge feet," I said, pointing to Bao's monster feet and giant toes. "We used to tease you about your big feet, but men lust for those feet and you don't know it."

I knelt down and parted the big toe of her left foot from the second toe and stuck my nose in between and drew a deep breath.

"Sweet Bao," I said. Then I stood up and stuck my tongue out and dipped down to Bao's face and slipped it in her mouth. She sucked on it noisily and began to tug at her pubic hair, her sweaty breasts bouncing up and down.

"My sister, my sister," she cried.

Then I got up and looked around, surveying my girls. They were in full masturbation mode, eyes closed and hands rubbing and squeezing the lips of their pussies.

How hungry they were, I thought. How hungry for affection and physical contact. Why don't we Chinese hug each other more often? Why do we bow and shake hands? They say it is cultural, and yet I always felt better when I hugged. These girls needed hugs, not once in a while, but every day. They needed someone to hold them. They needed to feel human flesh.

Lin, who had a shaved pussy, once in a while paused to smell her hand, spit on it and then resume her rubbing. Ming had the middle finger of her left hand in her asshole while the whole of her right hand effortlessly slipped in and out of in her pussy.

"Masturbate my babies, masturbate," I whispered softly as the music played. "You deserve the pleasure. White men love you and desire you and lust for you. Revel in that thought. When you walk around, they dream of possessing your pussies, of smelling your asses. You are beautiful, my babies, beautiful."

I went around and hugged each one, kissing them on the forehead and on the lips. Then they began to cry softly, all of them. Bao began sobbing quietly, her face red, her pussy now overflowing with vaginal fluids.

Lin was the one who had her first orgasm, grunting in a low, almost manly voice, suddenly opening her eyes wide, as though in astonishment. Then she began to spasm violently, slapping her pussy and spitting on her belly and breasts, all along cursing in Chinese.

"Yes, that is it," I said encouragingly, "spit it out, spit it all out."