The Pat Wong Diaries Ch. 11

"This is not a man -- this is a wild horse!" Harry whispered, his mouth half open as he stared in astonishment at the video of Paul ejaculating. "This is the Devil himself! What have we done, Pat!" he added in Chinese, speaking in a low voice, "We have brought the Devil into our honorable house!"

Harry had stripped naked, except for his black socks, and had started masturbating greedily in anticipation of an erotic video, his skinny cock erect like a stick. He was giddy like a little boy about to try something new. But now that he had seen Paul's supernatural feat, he was a little scared and his penis went limp. He watched the video loop a few times, mainly in silence, his hands clasped behind his back, grunting and shaking his head at the ejaculations.

"He is a volcano and his soul is boiling with fire for you," he said with a somber whisper. "It is going to be very important for us to ensure that this fire does not go out of control."

"I wonder if his semen is still downstairs," I said out loud.

"Hmmm," Harry grunted, nodding, as if he understood why I had asked the question. "Let us check."

Before going to the bathroom, Harry stopped by the kitchen and opened the small drawer where we kept the matches and took out a matchbox.

"Don't turn on the light," he whispered, as I carefully opened the door.

We slowly slipped in, as if not wanting to disturb any spirits.

"Close the door," he whispered, even more faintly.

"This is where that Devil did his deed," he said. Then he opened the matchbox and swiftly struck a match, the way only a former smoker knows how.

The match flared up, lighting up Harry's puffy face and thick glasses. His eyes were wide open.

"Smell the sulfur," he said, "this is the smell of the Devil."

I outright laughed, but Harry was in his trance.

"This is where he took out his horse cock and masturbated thinking of you and your pussy, Pat."

I switched on the lights and blew off his match.

"Twist off the sink stopper and let's see if his semen is still there," I ordered. Harry was creeping me out a little.

Harry twisted it and pulled it up.

"Yup," he said, "here it is!"

A large clot of semen was still clinging and still white and thick.

I shuddered.

"Get a glass and pour some vodka into it, quick," he ordered.

I hurried into the kitchen and poured out half a glass of vodka into a cup and came back.

"Very good," Harry said approvingly as he slowly lowered the clot into the cup and shook it in. "Very good. Yes, we must save the Devil's semen. It is not every day that you can come close to it."

"What are we going to do with it?" I asked, bewildered by what Harry was doing.

"We must find a jar and save this semen into it. It will serve as a reminder, if you ever forget, just how you can spark such intense desire in a man."

We found a tall thin jar and poured the semen and the vodka into it, and planted a long plastic flower in it. Then we took it upstairs and found a good spot for it, on the dresser, beside our wedding picture.

We sat on our bed and stared at the jar for a long time.

"You see what you have done, Pat?" Harry said, shaking his head. "Your old vagina is driving this man crazy."

I laughed again.

"This was your idea," I winced at him, pretending to be annoyed, but I wasn't. Ever since we started our neighbor adventure together, Harry was alive and communicative, not the languid and sullen Harry who seemed to have figured out what life was all about and had settled for a compromise to live out his existence in peace and quiet.

I started getting up, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me down beside him, then stuck his tongue out and started wagging it left and right, a sign that he was excited and wanted to engage in coitus.

"It is the odor of your pussy that has attracted this devil, Pat" he said, whispering in Chinese and licking the inside of my right ear. "The strong odor of your old pussy. He could smell it from downstairs. And he could hear you masturbating. I hope you know that. The Devil can hear from far away."

Harry was playing with his nipples and his tongue was deep inside my ear.

Tickled by his tongue, I laughed and tried to pull away.

"Hop on the bed," he ordered, still whispering. "I don't have the penis of a horse, but I will fuck you nonetheless. I am entitled to that pussy -- entitled by law and by tradition!"

I pulled myself on the bed and opened my legs. My pussy was wet. Harry took off his thick glasses, bent down and started sniffing loudly at my pubic hair.

"Tuna!" he exclaimed in Chinese, "Ah, the scent of tuna!" He then sank his nose deep into my pussy, stretching his tongue to my asshole, all along breathing with his mouth.

"He was here, Pat, and he ejaculated in our house," he declared in a clear voice. "And he is going to fuck the both of us sooner or later, I know it."

He then grabbed his skinny penis with both hands, imitating Paul, and slid it inside my pussy.

"No doubt, my dear," I answered him. "No doubt he will have his way with both of us."

"There is no looking back. He is going to penetrate our asses and your pussy. What would your parents say, Pat," he added, his heart thumping in his chest.

"Yes, baby," I barely managed to say between my cries of pleasure as he violently penetrated me, causing my pussy to give out a loud fart every few thrusts.

"Say his name," he ordered, "say his name."

"Paul, Paul," I cried out, picturing Paul's large cock and how he shuddered, his strong back bent by his orgasms.

"Paul, Paul" Harry started chanting with me, his eyes open and staring straight at my eyes.

"What would they say back home if they saw Paul fucking our asses? We have no shame, Pat, no shame."

"Sex! Sex!" he cried in Chinese, and then he ejaculated, straight on my face, and it felt hot and thick and smelled fresh.

"Aaah," he said, slumping beside me. "We have entered a new era. There is no looking back."

Then he fell asleep and in minutes started snoring.