Chapter 9
Pat's mother did not come with her. However there was plenty of time to work out our plan later. The girl was very shy and I watched her as she gazed apprehensively at her sister when the pill was dropped into her tea. But she did not protest. It took twenty minutes for the drug to work and by then she was fast asleep. I carried her upstairs.
It seemed a good idea to do the job very quickly for we had only given her a half dose and we did not know how long it would last. I bent over the unconscious girl and let my eyes play over her lovely young body. She was breathing deeply and evenly and her face had a faintly ethereal palour. I gently opened her eyelids but her eyes held no intelligence. I could do what I liked with her ...
I lifted the slack soft arms and spread them apart then gently lifted her head and pulled away the pillows. I collected all four and piled them beside her, then reached down to pick up her legs and put my arm under her knees. I lifted her legs, raising her soft feminine bottom. Then, one by one I moved the pillows under her bottom, lifting her a bit higher each time till all four pillows, one atop the other raised her hips up by about a foot. I moved her gently and settled her bottom into the pile of pillows.
Then I gently lowered her legs, wide apart, her heels falling naturally just over opposite sides of the bed and her hip bones were thrust out. The inner tendons of her thighs stood out in ridges. Then Molly came in softly, took the scene in at a glance and came to lay out the shaving things. She fetched a bedside chair for the shaving mug, then moved round to the foot of the bed and leaned over to look at Pat's cunt.
"Isn't she lovely?" she sighed.
I gave her a lopsided grin.
"All brides are beautiful," I said, "she takes after you."
"Oh thank you, that's a lovely compliment."
"I was referring to her hairy cunt," I grinned.
"Pig!" she giggled.
"Go look in the bottom drawer and get me two cellophane bags, one each for the hair."
"It's unlucky to keep hair," she said.
"Not cunt hair. I want it for your temple decorations. I'm going to do some carvings and I shall want real hair, lots of it, in matching colors, you can both keep letting it grow till we have enough."
"What sort of carvings, Dick?"
"An outsize prick and two or more cunts! Perhaps some carvings of tits too."
"You can let your imagination go on that, can't you? Make them as if they've been cut off ... with red paint round the edges to looks like blood ... "
She came back with two bags and held one out as I began to use the hair clippers. She crawled on the bed and took pinches of the thick curls, quickly anticipating the path of the clippers. She stretched the helpless flesh and held Pat's buttocks open for me to clip out the hairs and she also carefully placed the harvest in the bag until only a short stubble remained. She held the mug then while I lathered the area and again used her fingers to stretch the skin while I shaved closely. Afterwards she wiped and dried it and puffed on talcum powder and rubbed it into the skin.
"I can see why you want the hair off, Dick, it looks better naked. Now do me ... "
She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt on the floor. She helped me in the same way as with Pat, placing her hairs in the second bag. She lathered it herself and helped as I shaved it. I shaved over twice, then she wiped dried and powdered it.
"It's a pity it's useless at the moment ... " she sighed.
"It's a good useful cunt just temporarily out of action," I consoled her. "Lots of work for it yet. Now clear away, I'll wait till you get back."
She collected the things briskly and went out with them and I just sat looking at the sweet victim, lying with her hips raised, naked cunt pouting, then I gently began rubbing the unconscious girl's clitoris. To my surprise it had the desired effect. The juices flowed and her whole cunt became wet.
When Molly returned I told her to hold her sister's feet. I knelt over Pat and placed my knob lightly against the cluster of virginal buds. Though it didn't matter whether I was gentle or brutal, I chose to make a good performance for Molly's sake. I began to prod rhythmically but gently. Insistently I continued. With a steady unyielding pressure upon my stiff penis, I pushed, feeling the soft flesh cave in. Then the small rips split, separating the cluster of buds and the final destruction of Pat's maidenhead and my taking of her virginity was over quickly.
The blood began to flow. I paused again, then in a series of short thrusts I inched my penis in deeper ... in an inch ... back half an inch ... gradually stretching the young vagina. When I had about half buried in, I spoke to Molly.
"Hold my balls, darling."
I felt her long fingers close over my testicles and lift. I continued to fuck more penis into Pat, but at last I had to put it all in and keeping it pressed in firmly I jerked and wallowed and hooked, doing a further amount of damage to the wounds to loosen the hole, spending a few minutes at what was, I admit, a very pleasant task to me. Then I slowly pulled out all my glans, then thrust it in and out about ten times. Finally I pulled right out and moved away.
Molly craned forward to see. We watched the raw ragged hole slowly close. Then she was unable to restrain herself and bent over it and plunged her face into it, licking up the spilled blood before clamping her mouth over the welling hole to suck the flesh.
"Suck it clean ... " I told her, meaning my penis.
She turned from herself appointed task to my weapon. Flashing me an adoring smile she opened her mouth into which I pushed my bloodied spunky penis. She licked it absolutely clean with great relish.
The job was done.