The Pat Wong Diaries:

A week later, all the venereal disease test results were back, including the men's and Carol's, which Kang insisted needed to be done as well. And all of them were clear, including Kang's. She had volunteered to take the test, "so that no one can accuse me of hypocrisy," as she put it.

So on the following Saturday, three Chinese ladies in their mid to late fifties visited the Shapin family home, where that day, Paul Shapin was going to spend an hour on each lady, kissing, smelling, sucking, and penetrating her until she cried and sobbed from happiness. He started at 2 in the afternoon, beginning with skinny Ming, then after an hour's rest, met with Chun, then at 7 in the evening, finished the day with Lin, with whom he spent more than two hours. He greedily licked their ass hole, eagerly swallowed their saliva, and loudly sniffed at their armpits, delighting and reveling in the smell and the taste of old, flabby Chinese female flesh. He grunted and hollered when he penetrated Ming, staring at her wrinkled neck and her large, hairy nostrils. As he penetrated her, he kept watching the images reflected in the mirror of him descending with his large cock upon a serious-looking and respectable woman who stared at him with wide open eyes, as if astonished to find herself in such a situation, her old, bony legs eagerly parted, greedily receiving a man she barely knew, while another man filmed the action.

"This is a married Chinese woman," Paul shouted several times out loud, turning to Stephen and looking at him quizzically. "This is an honorable married Chinese woman I am fornicating with!" Stephen smiled and nodded, a couple of times chuckling and shaking his head, focusing on capturing the sights and sounds of what he was witnessing.

Paul then took out his cock and looked at it, then looked at his own thighs and at his ass, then at Ming and the pale, loose flesh of her legs and her droopy belly and saggy breasts -- looked at his own flesh and her flesh and laughed with glee.

"And I am going to have six more of these," he cried out loud, speaking to himself, and then let out a joyful squeal: "What a wonderful world!"

"I want to be a pure cock," he then started chanting, "I just want to fuck." And he stared directly at Ming as he penetrated her, shaking his head left and right and grunting loudly with every thrust of his large penis.

His lust only grew with Chun, when she visited him a few hours later. She was short and skinny and had a flat chest, but Paul was aflame when he picked her up in is arms and began to kiss her. Her head looked disproportionately large compared to her body, her overbite made her look older than she was, and half of the pubic hair on her pussy was gray. But all of that only made her that much more attractive to Paul. He didn't see an old woman: he saw a woman who had been neglected and who needed to be urgently satisfied. Chun immediately gave herself completely to Paul, spending a long time hugging him and kissing him, and hiding her face behind her hair like a little shy girl as Paul lavished tender words of love and praise her, expressing his feelings of intense desire for her. By the time he was penetrating her, Chun was yelling at the top of her voice, spouting Chinese curse words and flapping her arms in the air. She yelled Paul's name, but she also yelled the name of her husband, Xun, and several times, in the grip of her orgasms, she yelled out, "Sex is important! Sex is important! Do not forget to make love!" as if wanting to make sure that the powerful epiphany that overwhelmed her was taken down for the record and heard by others.

When Lin visited Paul in the evening, she had already heard from both Ming and Chun that what awaited her was an hour of pure delight and happiness. And Paul was ready, his cock as erect as it was for Ming, and his libido aflame and overflowing. He made her laugh and smile, then made her yell and cry and sob, and reminded her of days long gone, when joy was possible and easy to find. And so she cried and cried and laughed in her tears because she had discovered that she was still alive and capable of feeling strong emotions and very much the same little tiny girl she was when everyone could not help but love her. Paul was overwhelmed by her emotions and could not get himself to stop. By the time Lin left, he had ejaculated six times that day -- three of them with Lin. In his last ejaculation, his orgasm was the most intense of the day, yet not a single drop of semen came out of him.

The men also held their gang-bang that day. They started at 10 o'clock in the morning, and the plan was to hold it for one hour. But the orgy went on for three and a half hours. It took place in Paul's and Carol's bedroom and it turned out to be a far dirtier affair than anyone had expected. Many of the men ejaculated three or four times, all of them either on Carol or on the carpet, and a few times accidentally on each other, and not once did anyone bother to clean up after their ejaculations. There was beer and cigarettes, and James Brown music was playing in the background.

Paul was present and kept a close eye on the activities. He stood silently and watched from a corner of the room, his arms folded. Harry had told the other men that Paul was very protective of Carol and would not tolerate any overly physical actions on her. "No slapping and don't put your fingers in her pussy or her ass. And don't insult her in any way...."

The men treated Carol with utmost respect. They all brought her a present, mostly flowers and candy, but Gao brought her a Van Gogh -- Café Terrace -- and spent a minute or two telling her about the artist and the painting, pointing out how Van Gogh had tried to "capture the intricate subtleties of natural and artificial nighttime without ever using the color black." It was clear that he had rehearsed his line many times and was trying to impress her and please her. The other men laughed at him out loud, but Carol frowned at them and kissed him on the cheek.

The flowers and the candy were set on the dresser and the painting was hung in place of an old one, and the festivities commenced.

Stephen was there, capturing the action and making sure that there was enough light to produce a high quality video. Harry was also there, as a participant, but he kept to himself, mainly watching and masturbating. He was the only one who did not penetrate Carol that morning, but he did masturbate and he managed to ejaculate twice over her belly when he came. Paul nodded and smiled, as Harry came, and winked at him with an index-to-thumb "OK".

All through the three hours, the men chatted without a pause as they went about making love to Carol. They spoke mainly in Chinese and every once in a while, burst out laughing. Initially, they were overwhelmed by the strong feminine odor emanating from her vagina and were thrown into confusion as to what to do. But they quickly recovered and got used to the smell. (Paul laughed and reassured them that it was nothing to worry about and that they would become used to the smell after a few minutes of bathing in the aroma.)

Gao spent a lot of time sucking Carol's large breasts and kissing her. Xun was the one who spent the most time penetrating her vagina, looking sternly at her face. Wen, Yun's husband, short and bold and quiet, with a thick, fully shaved cock, came four times, and each time yelled outright, at the top of his lungs. On his last ejaculation, he fell to the ground, gripping his cock with one hand, and stomping the carpet with the other hand. "Sex, sex, sex," he kept repeating in Chinese. That was when Gao accidentally ejaculated over Wen, eliciting a furious round of laughter from the men. Wen twitched at the sensation of Gao's semen splattering his lower back and ass, but he was too exhausted to protest, let alone clean up the semen. Paul laughed and clapped his hands, which only intensified the mirth of the other men.

Collectively, the men had ejaculated a total of twenty four times, most of them in or on Carol's vagina, but a few on her face, and a couple of them inside of her mouth. Carol smiled all along, and even laughed and joked with the men. When the men had exhausted themselves and sat on the sofa or the carpet, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer, Paul stepped forward from his corner and slowly took his clothes off. Carol was glazed and shiny with Chinese semen, her hair sticky and her eyes red from the sperm that had touched her eyes. He parted his wife's legs gently, wincing a little at the touch of the sticky semen, bent down and planted a full kiss on her cum-splattered mouth. His enormous cock was fully erect and he slid it inside of his wife's vagina without any effort. He then began to lick Carol's face, swallowing with loud smacks what he was collecting. "Salty," he turned to the exhausted men, "very salty."

The men laughed loudly and clapped their hands.

A few minutes later, Paul began to ejaculate. His ejaculation lasted a full thirty seconds. When he was done, he took his wife in a tight embrace. "I love you my dear," he said to her in a quiet whisper. "I love you more than anything in this world."