The Pat Wong Diaries Ch. 21

The three years Akram was with us were precious and we all knew that we were lucky to have spent them with him. He made it possible for all of us to engage in regular, safe, and healthy sex without disturbing our academic endeavors. In fact, under the guidance and supervision of Chun, our sex life made us better students and wiser human beings. My periods, which were often irregular during exam time, now arrived and left like clockwork, clean and mainly painless. My skin was clear and my appetite was always healthy. Li, who had been suffering from mysterious allergic reactions to all manners of food, suddenly cleared up and was able to sleep through her nights without needing to take Benadryl.

The second year with us, Akram began to behave more and more like a gentle mentor to all of us, counseling us on the art of living well and being good. His cock was as powerful and fulfilling as ever, but he seemed to have matured during that year and spoke to us with a more philosophical tone than he used to. He began to frequent the mosque more regularly and grew a thin beard that gave him a serious, fatherly look.

We always took him with us when we went on trips, afraid to go by ourselves, and he always made time for us. When we went to Florida, our first trip as a group, we rented a large station wagon and drove down for three days, the six of us laughing and singing and telling jokes all the way to Miami. We took turns sitting beside Akram and necked and French-kissed him for hours, and he patiently indulged us, making love to each one of us if he hadn't touched a woman in weeks. Ling-Ling, who was still with us and had not landed her boyfriend yet, sucked at his mouth and nose greedily and at one point began to bite his cheek and jaws until we forcibly stopped her, having to pull over to restrain her wild outburst. (Akram had to finger her to an orgasm before we were able to resume our trip.) I usually drove in such trips, but I did get my turn to sit by Akram's side and be fondled and kissed by him, me more passionately, it seemed to me, than he did with the other girls, as if to thank me for my quiet maturity and patience.

At night, when we stopped to sleep in a Motel, it was usually Chun who stayed in his room, although sometimes, tired or not in the mood, she would let one of us take her place and be Akram's wife for the night.

We all knew what Akram liked and what he didn't like, and those of us who did know taught the rest who didn't. Akram hated messy rooms and clothes on the floor; he hated open doors while in a room, and he couldn't stand it when someone left a bottle open without its cap.

"Do one thing at a time," he used to counsel us, "and focus your mind on that one thing while you are doing it, and you will see how much better your life will become."

When it came to sex, Akram liked a clean pussy and was irritated a little if you opened your legs and exposed a vagina that needed to be cleaned up. But even in such situations he was gentle and sweet with us and merely took us by the hand and himself washed our pussy for us, smiling and shaking his head.

A good Muslim, Akram fasted the Holy month of Ramadan, during which he abstained from eating and drinking and sex from sunrise to sunset. Not even water was he allowed to drink -- even when it was unbearably hot and he was sweating like a horse. During that month, Akram abstained from sex not just during daylight, but for the whole month.

"At least you will share a little of the Ramadan spirit with me," he told us when we complained that it was not fair for us to go for a whole month without sex when we had become used to regular coitus.

"It will pass fast," he consoled us.

But it did not go fast. It was painful. And to us, it appeared like unnecessary, gratuitous privation

When the month was over, we went to visit him to celebrate. He had several friends visiting his apartment, mainly Arab and Pakistani, and they all had the same tired, exhausted look that Akram had on his face. They looked at us and smiled widely, and one of them, a broad shouldered young man who looked a lot older than he really was, laughed out loud and called out to Akram, "Your pigeons are here."

Akram nodded and gave the young man a stern look, and politely welcomed us to sit down, escorting his male friends out the door.

"I am back, girls!" he said, "I hope you missed me."

We nodded and smiled, and sat down. It had been a month since we had interacted sexually with him and we were a little shy and anxious. Had he changed, we wondered? Was it the same sweet Akram?

We sat and chatted, and as we talked, it was clear that it was the same old Akram. His eyes danced as he spoke with us: clearly, he was looking forward to his daily dose of fresh Chinese vagina.

Then Chun stopped him mid-sentence and said: "Since you have deprived us from you for such a long time, we have decided that we need to punish you."

Akram nodded and smiled.

"You will be locked in your bedroom for three days in a row. Once in a while, one of us girls will enter your room and sit in front of your bed, completely naked and will expose herself to you, showing you her breasts, her legs, her ass and her pussy. You will be required to watch, but you will not be able to as much as touch one hair on the girl. And what is more, you will not be allowed to masturbate to relieve your sexual urges. We will feed you cabbage beef dumplings, milk, cheese, and boiled eggs, and you will be allowed to visit the bathroom whenever you need to. But you will not -- repeat, will not -- be allowed to masturbate at any time during that period of time."

Akram listened intently and carefully, nodding to signal that he was following and acquiescing, and when Chun was done, he got up and shook Chun's hand.

"That sounds fair enough," he said.

"We start tomorrow," Chun replied, looking at him straight in the face.

"We start tomorrow," Akram nodded.

Akram did not last the second day before he ejaculated. But he ejaculated without ever touching his cock. He was staring at Lin's thin body and shaved pussy when we heard him let out a loud howl. We rushed to his room and opened the door. Akram was sitting on his bed, both hands under his thighs, his face down, his eyes locked on his cock. He was ejaculating. He had been staring like a mad man at the pussy, Li informed us, laughing nervously, and then his face suddenly turned red, his lips tightened and the veins on his neck bulged out. Then he bowed his head and fixed his eyes on his cock. It was then that he let out his howl as a gush of thick, white semen erupted while his cock began dancing forward and backward, left and right, as if it were about to get up and start walking around of its own accord. The moaning lasted a good half minute, long after the ejaculations had stopped, while Akram kept staring at his cock, clearly astonished at what he was witnessing.

Then he calmed down, looked up at us and smiled.

"You see what happens when you abstain and control your volcano," he said, shaking his head. "When you erupt, it is the best feeling in the world. Let it be a lesson here for all of us," he added, stroking his bread and getting up to take a shower. Both of his thighs were soiled with his semen, which was now dripping down his legs and onto his feet.

"I need you -- all of you -- to undress and to stand here in my room," he ordered, pointing a finger to the ground. "I am going to wash and when I come back, I need you all to be standing here, naked."

We stripped all fourteen of us girls, and made a pile with our clothes in the living room. We did not know what Akram had in mind, so we were a little worried. Chun smiled and tried to reassure us, but we could see that she too was confused and apprehensive.

We stood for a few minutes as Akram washed, holding our hands over our pubic hair. The room was large enough to fit us all in, but it felt crowded.

When Akram finally came back, he closed the door behind him and gave us a wide smile.

"What a sight!" he said, and then started counting with his finger.

"Fourteen delicious girls!"

Then he hopped on his bed, a towel around his waist, and folded his hands behind his head.

"All I want to do now is sleep. I just want to go to sleep surrounded by my lovely ladies."

We stood quietly, all naked.

"Turn off the light," he then said, "and stay here."

Chun turned off the light.

We stood in silence for two minutes, until we heard Akram snoring. Then we quietly shuffled out of the room, taking care not to make any noise as we closed the door behind us.

Ming followed, and then Bao, and then Chun, Yun, and Mei in quick succession. They all imitated Lin, spitting and cursing as they slapped their pussies.

I watched and nodded. "This is how it should be," I thought. "This is how we should feel."