Chapter 7
Right after dinner on Saturday we went up to change for the visit to Molly's parents. Personally I didn't think I should have any better chance of getting her young sister, Patricia, alone, at least for long enough to make any progress, than I had on the other times I'd been there. But Molly seemed confident enough and I was willing to go along on the off chance.
It surprised me that Pat was still walking around free and single, because if anything she was slightly prettier than Molly and unless she had had it cut since our last visit she wore her hair long.
Molly certainly seemed somewhat lacking in filial spirit, for she seemed to have a thing about throwing Pat's virtue down the drain, but it wasn't for me to raise objections. Perhaps she held a grudge against Pat for her sister's unsuccessful attempt to get me.
After locking up we walked to the bus stop and boarded a number 12A and the fare was a shilling each. They lived in the older part of the town in a terraced house that was about due for demolition and half an hour later Pat let us in and welcomed us enthusiastically.
"Mom and Dad in?" Molly asked.
"Mom is, Dad's gone to the match with the boys," she meant her two brothers.
"You get prettier every time I see you," I murmured into Pat's attentive ear as we followed Molly into the dim living room, "lost your cherry yet?"
"You're cheeky," she giggled, "no, I haven't, I'm still pure. Are you after it?"
"I'd like to add your scalp to my trophy belt," I said.
"I bet you would ... "
We couldn't take it any further just then as her mother turned from kissing Molly to greet me. I kissed her cheek and gave her a hug that made her gasp. It was easy to see where her daughters had got their good looks. She was still slim and her face showed only faint signs of wrinkles, but there was grey in her black hair.
"Ouch, you brute!" she laughed, "you've got a hug like a bear, you're looking well."
"We've brought you some news. Tell her, darling ... "
"Let me guess," she laughed, "am I going to become a granny?"
"You are, love, we waited till we were sure."
"How soon?" she asked Molly.
"Some time next May, mom," Molly told her.
I noticed Pat counting on her fingers, then she cried:
"You did it when you were on holiday - I'm shocked," she tittered.
"Pat, behave yourself. They're married and have a perfect right. Your turn will come, see if it doesn't."
"I'm surprised she isn't courting," I remarked.
"Well, I am too, she has several boys after her, but sit down do, what're we all standing up for? Pat, take their coats and hang them up."
"This is splendid," she said to Molly, "I wondered how long it would be before you started a family. I'm delighted and of course, there's lots of things I can tell you. But I don't like talking mother talk in front of Pat. She makes fun of everything, nothing is sacred to her. There's a fire in the front ... Dick, do you think ... would you like to watch T.V. in the front with Pat? Keep her out of the way for a bit ... while me and Molly have a talk?"
"I want to listen," Pat protested, dropping me a sly wink.
"I'd rather you didn't Pat, go on ... leave us alone."
"Come on-big-ears," I grasped Pat's long hair and pretended to drag her out, closing the door behind us. In the hall she slipped her arm around my waist and hugged me. We went into the front room and closed the door.
"Alone at last," she whispered, "kiss me, Dick."
I folded her warm, soft body in my arms and she clung to me, returning my kisses avidly, then I picked her up and carried her to the settee and sat her down.
I went to the T.V. and switched on, setting the controls as the picture settled at the match between Manchester United and Aston Villa, then I went to sit beside Pat.
"Oh Dick," she slid her arm round my waist and snuggled close, "Mom keeps on at me to find a boy and I ... can't. I'm in love with you and no other man will do. It's hopeless. I ... I've tried to forget you, but my dreams are of you."
"Well, I'm married now and Molly is a good wife, I have her well trained," I grinned.
"I bet you have," she giggled, "she's alright, I'm very fond of her and the only time I hated her was when you wouldn't give her up for me, but I got over that. She found you first and now you've got her pregnant. It was during your holiday, wasn't it?"
"I won't lie to you, precious, it was. It rained for about three days at the beginning of the second week, so we spent most of the time in bed."
"Oh! Don't Dick. I can't bear it," she closed her eyes tight and quivered, "what wouldn't I give for three days in bed with you. Dick, would you think me awful ... " she opened her eyes wide in a baby stare and pouted her red lips, "could I persuade you to be unfaithful to Molly, with little ... me? You see it's like this. Lots of boys have tried to get my panties down, but I always think of you. So I can't. I've kept myself pure, hoping that you might still love me a little and ... want me ... "
"Want you? Oh Pat, I still love you. Molly had given in, she gave herself to me the first day we met and she was a virgin. That's why I couldn't swap over to you. She loves me and I can't let her down. You aren't going to break up our marriage."
"Oh no. I wouldn't do that. But well, she's pregnant and I've been told a woman goes off sex after she conceives, so I thought you might like a nice loving girl to offer you what she doesn't want to give you. You say you still love me?"
"I do, you're lovely and you have something your sister hasn't got."
"What's that?" she asked eagerly.
"Your maidenhead."
"Oh-so I have! I saved it hoping you might want it. Do you?"
"I couldn't Pat. You should save it for your husband."
"I don't want to get married," she pouted, "I want you. Oh Dick-have me ... you do want me, don't you?"
"Yes ... " I murmured.
She freed herself suddenly and jumped to her feet. She turned and stood facing me, just beyond my reach, her eyes were moist and soft with passion.
"Dick darling, you know what a girl does when she decides to give herself. I told you, they all want to get my panties down, but, because I love you I never have, but for you ... watch me ... "
She bent forward and began to gather up the sides of her skirts, then thrust her hands up to her waist, then she peeled her panties down, let them drop around her ankles and stepped out of them. She let her skirt drop, then folded her panties and carelessly tossed them to me. Her lovely face was flushed.
"There, I've taken them off, at last. If I could I'd take all my clothes off too, but you know, I can't go that far with Mom in the next room."
I nodded, swallowing. I slipped her panties into my jacket pocket, then slowly ran my fingers down the front of my trousers, releasing my fly buttons and the skin around her eyes became pink and damp. Her lips parted and saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward as I slid my hand in. Her eyes avidly followed every movement of my hand as I eased my penis and testicles out and exposed myself to her. I was at my virile best and had a magnificent erection, which I displayed without a hint of shame. As an afterthought I pressed my foreskin down. The effect on her was gratifying.
"Oh Dick-it scares me! It's huge ... I'm surprised does Molly take all that?"
"She does, she adores it and it will fit you, but there'll be a mess ... "
"Oh-that. I know about that. Oh, we can't, not here. I shall scream ... I want to, but Dick, could we wait. I'll try to come over ... tomorrow. I think Mom will let me. If you think Molly would let us? Oh, it's so terribly important to me and I want it properly."
"I agree. It will be quite an operation and you needn't worry about your sister. She wants me to have you and she'll do all she can to help us to be together. Let's have a look, darling ... "
"There isn't much to see ... " she demurred, blushing warmly.
"Come and sit down," I said.
She hesitated, then came and sat beside me.
"Dick ... I'm sorry, but I feel so shy."
"Nothing wrong with that, but I'll soon break you of it. Here ... have a feel ... "
I took her unwilling hand which she tried to pull free. Her arm flinched as I wrapped her slim fingers around the thick shaft. I gripped her hand and moved it up and down making her move my foreskin up and down and gradually she lost her fear and began doing it of her own accord, so I let my hand slip away and lightly moved it to her knee, then her attention full occupied, I slid my hand under her skirt and a moment later I touched her warm cunt.
Gently I separated the wet bridging hairs and tenderly eased my finger into her spunky furrow. A moment's search located her clitoris, which I began to rub and soon her thighs twitched apart and she was breathing faster.
"Oh Dick ... ooooh, you seem to know ... everything ... "
"I'm a married man, sweetheart and you're built on the same pattern as Molly, you're sweet and tender ... "
"It's ... wet," she murmured ashamedly.
"Let me do it with my prick, darling ... no, I won't try to push it in ... trust me, I have your welfare at heart."
"Have you?" she giggled, "I'd love to, but ... how?"
"The best way would be for you to sit on my lap, but we couldn't spring apart if your mom came to see if we're behaving ourselves, so we turn towards each other-like this ... "
I turned sideways and pulled her over, pushing her skirt up. She stared down as I took hold of my penis and guided my skinned knob into the centre of her hairy nest. She moved her upper leg back as I rubbed my knob in the upper part of her soft furrow, actually frigging her with my glans.
She buried her hot face against my chest and clung to me, shivering.
"Like it?" I asked.
"Oh-it's lovely!" she sighed.
The friction of her cunt was far too mild to give me anything but a pleasant titillation, but for Pat it was her first sexual experience and within a few minutes she became tense, then moaned and cringed and jerked her cunt away. She turned from me and curled her legs up to nurse her throbbing cunt. She pulled her skirt over her knees modestly, then asked:
"Oh Dick-what happened to me? I've never felt anything like it."
"You had a come, darting," I said and I felt a sense of satisfaction. I knew she had never masturbated herself!
"I've never felt anything so thrilling in my life," she murmured, uncurling her legs and sitting up to look at me with glowing eyes, "oh Dick, will it ... the other thing ... make that lovely feeling?"
"Yes every time, it should anyway, that's why we do it, to get and give ecstasy. Love is very beautiful, Pat."
"If it feels like that, it is."
"It might not feel so good the first time. There'll be pain and blood when I open you up, but afterwards you can expect the ecstasy."
"Well, I'll come tomorrow and get the nasty part over, then what Dick ... the trouble will be meeting you, won't it?"
"There's none my end, Pat. I'd come here to give it to you but you know we wouldn't get a chance. I'd meet you half way but winter's coming on and it'll be too cold out of doors, otherwise, well, lovers can always find somewhere private to go."
"I shall have to come and see you often, then till winters over. Will Molly mind, you sure Dick?"
"It'll be alright, don't worry."
"O.K. tomorrow then ... I feel a bit scared about it, it's so awfully big and it makes me feel small and weak. I wish you could get some chloroform or something, like the gas they give at confinements ... twilight sleep, isn't it? I don't want to be conscious through the nasty part ... what about sleeping pills?"
"I think Molly might be able to get some, yes, I'm sure she could, our next door neighbor suffers from nerves and has them under prescription. I'm glad you told me, a couple of pills will make you unconscious and while you're out I'll get it over and clean you up ... alright?"
But at that moment her Mom came in and we hurriedly rearranged ourselves. She seemed to have no suspicions and her chat with Molly had obviously pleased her. It was time to go and we all said our goodbyes. I left feeling a good job had been easily accomplished.