Chapter 19

Drama – November – December 1961

Maureen closed her bedroom door behind us and turned to me, giving me the 1961 version of a ‘high five’. “YES!” I was pretty happy too!

We started with a clinch and a smooch, which soon became a heavy breathing scramble to get naked, and Maureen took the initiative to back me toward her bed. When I felt the edge of the mattress against the backs of my knees, I cooperated with the inevitable and fell backwards. Maureen landed on top as I lay on my back across her bed, and rearranged her legs to straddle me.

She wasn’t messing about. I was hard, with my cock sandwiched between my belly and her crotch, which by now was very wet and slippery. Maureen raised herself up and grabbed my shaft, pointing me back towards her entrance, and rubbing my glans on her soaking labia. “That feels really nice!”

I was really tempted to just let things happen, but I had also been here before, and I knew we had to stop. “Whoa! Stop!”

Maureen froze. Her disappointment was palpable. “Don’t you want to?”

“Course I do! But we need to put spermicide in, and once we have, I can’t lick you. It tastes terrible!”

“Right!” Maureen scootched forward to bring her coochie over my face. “Lick away!” I complied (I’ve always been a good boy), and managed to get one hand up under my chin so I could insert a middle finger a little way as I licked her button. She was pretty turned on before I started, and it wasn’t long before she was well on her way to a climax.

That wasn’t a completely unalloyed pleasure, because as she became more and more excited, she was less and less careful about how she was sitting, and began to grind her pubic bone against my nose. She smelled delicious, but it hurt a bit nevertheless, and I was finding it difficult to breathe. Maureen came to her orgasm before I got uncomfortable enough to buck her off, and her twitching and spasming shifted her position and allowed me to get a breath.

We lay together stickily, and after a few more minutes I got up and found my pants, with their tube of Gynomin. Maureen was interested, gingerly fingering the tablet I extracted before handing it back to me. “You’re going to put that into me?”

“Yup. It will dissolve and make a foam that will kill my sperm.”

“That’s a ‘belt and braces’ thing isn’t it. I shouldn’t be ovulating - but just in case!”

She lay back and spread her legs, and I used a middle finger to push a tablet as far as I could into her vagina, stopping to rub the rough patch on her front wall as I withdrew. She bucked a little and pushed my hand away. “Just do it! I’ve waited long enough. Fuck me!”

“Do you really want me on top? I think it would be better to have you ride me, so you’re in control of how fast it goes in and how deep.”

Maureen didn’t answer, but rolled me onto my back and squatted above me. She started by resting her full weight on my cock, squashed between my belly and her crutch. Her coochie was very hot and wet and juicy, with her button protruding between swollen labia. It had completed the transition, and now she was rubbing me with her cunt! I really liked that!

I liked it even more when she raised up and grabbed my shaft and started to rub it on her labia again, and still more when she sat down slightly and enfolded my glans in her slippery warmth. I was paying almost as much attention to her face as I was to the sensations in my cock. Maureen was frowning in concentration, but her expression showed no sign of discomfort as she dropped a little and I went an inch deeper. The second inch was tighter, and her eyes widened a little.

“Take your time.”

She grunted and came down another inch or so. She was tight. And hot. And quiet - holding her body very still. After a few seconds (which seemed much longer), she contracted her internal muscles as she rose back up. It felt as if I was being squeezed out like the carrot. She had been concentrating on her own sensations, but now she brought her attention back to me. “That’s amazing! You feel huge!”

“You feel amazing too!” Not the most inspired reply, but this wasn’t exactly familiar territory, and I was torn between concentrating on the sensations I was getting from my cock half buried in Maureen’s tight and slippery heat, and my concern for her comfort.

She dropped a bit further, and I felt the hard nub of her cervix on my glans and she winced a little before I slipped past it and we bottomed out. The sensations of her bum and crutch pressing against my groins, combined with the feeling of my glans and shaft being wetly squeezed almost pushed me over the top. “Hold on a mo! Let’s make this last!”

Maureen didn’t want to stop. “Bugger that! Just fuck me! Fill me with your spunk!” She started to roll away, but got a hand under my buttocks, pulling me to roll with her, and I did, managing to stay embedded (but only just). We would up in the traditional ‘missionary’ position, and I ‘went for it’! She did too. For the first time in my somewhat limited experience, I was on top of and inside a woman who wanted to be taken, possessed, claimed, and simply fucked! I could do that, but not for very long! Maureen didn’t seem to have any interest in prolonging the proceedings, and I thrust, she bucked, and we both grunted for the thirty seconds it took for me to come to my peak and empty myself inside her. I don’t know whether Maureen had an orgasm in the sense of a peak of sensation and release of tension while we were fucking, or whether her sensations were simply a series of ascending steps. My own sensations certainly peaked as I spurted, and then changed as we lay together, still joined, and our panting and gasping subsided, and Maureen wasn’t complaining.

After a few more minutes, I was soft enough to slip out of her, and she gave a little ‘oh’ that was tinged with disappointment. “When can you go again?”

“Dunno. You can’t lick me ‘cos the spermicide tastes foul, but I’ll get hard sooner if you jack me!”

Maureen got the KY, and lubed me generously. She jacked me for a while without too much noticeable effect, and then straddled me again as I lay on my back, rubbing her crotch along the underside of my limpish dick as it lay on my belly. That had the desired effect, with the slippery pressure of her crotch and bum against my groins fairly quickly getting me hard. Hard enough anyway. She raised herself up a very small amount, and somehow altered the angle of her pelvis so that when she moved right forward, my knob slotted itself into her opening, and when she slid back, I was suddenly right in her.

After that smooth insertion, this second time was much gentler and slower, with Maureen seeming to savour the feeling of each millimetre of my length as it came and went inside her newly stretched vagina. I certainly did, and it was a long time before I found myself on the edge. Again, Maureen’s responses were difficult to gauge, so before I began to meet her movements with the more vigorous ones my own physiology was demanding, I asked.

“Are you ready to come?”

“I have been coming. They’re different from when you lick me. Go ahead. I want to feel you squirt your spunk inside me!” She giggled, and I could hear the excitement in her voice. “Fuck my juicy little cunt!”

I followed her instructions, and Maureen gave every indication of enjoying that process as much as I did. We lay together again, luxuriating in what Frank and Emma called a ‘post orgasmic glow’. It was many years before I learned about neurotransmitters and endorphins, and at the time I was just enjoying the feeling of Maureen’s skin against mine, and the smell of sex that filled the room. We must have drifted off together, because the next thing I was aware of was the alarm. Friday was still a ‘school day’ for Maureen, and the Farrell parental units were nothing if not consistent. Their year ten daughter might be having illicit and very noisy sex in her bedroom, but rules were rules! Both Mr and Mrs Farrell looked at me with what seemed real affection as I bid them goodnight, but made no other comment.

We managed our Friday shift at Mary’s World without drama, in spite of Pauline’s absence. By now we had a well established routine, and the arrival of competitors in the market meant that business was steady rather than frenetic. I worked for Frank all day Saturday, and gave Judith a lift to Pauline’s show.

Auckland Youth Drama had hired a small theatre for their annual production, and all Pauline’s ‘guests’ (though we paid for our seats) sat together in the second row. Judith and me, Frank and Emma, Mr and Mrs Miles and Kevin and his girlfriend Mary O’Hara, and the four Farrells pretty much filled it. The show itself was disappointing. AYD had adapted an A.A. Milne play ‘Simple Susan’. I had been brought up on ‘Winnie the Pooh ‘and ‘Now We Are Six’. I don’t know quite what I was expecting, but what we got wasn’t it! Pauline shone and dominated the stage, but by the final curtain I was confused.

The interactions between the members of our group during the intermission were actually more interesting than the play. Mr Farrell and Frank engaged in quite intense discussion about the problems of retrofitting old houses with modern facilities, Judith talked with Mr Miles about rehabilitation of old people after strokes, Mrs Miles, Mrs Farrell and Emma grizzled to each other about the sins of the current Govt, and Kevin and Mary and Maureen and me tried hard to pretend we were enjoying the play and wouldn’t rather be in our various beds fucking each other’s brains out.

Mrs Miles had loaned Pauline her car so the she could take Chick to the after-show party for cast and crew, so he stayed behind while Maureen and her parents departed in Mr Farrell’s Jaguar, the rest of the Miles Family went home in Mr Miles Vauxhall, Emma spirited Frank away in her A35, and I took Judith home in Harriet.

We sat in the kitchen with the tea and ANZAC biscuits that seemed to have become standard snack fare in the flat, Judith obviously still had a keen interest in how Pauline, Maureen, Chick and I were managing our interrelationship.

“You seem to be friendly with Chick – I suppose that stands for Charles?”

“Charles Edward. We’ve played in the same cricket team for a couple of years now. That’s how I met Maureen.” I dunked an ANZAC biscuit and thought for a few seconds, then went on to answer the question that I suspected Judith was really asking. “I meant it when I said Pauline and I are both free agents, and I mean it when I tell you that I want both Pauline and Chick to get as much joy out of their lives as possible.” I paused again for breath. “I’ll be sad if Pauline becomes exclusive with Chick and unavailable to me, but I might get lovestruck in the meantime myself.”

“How does Pauline really feel about you and Maureen?”

“The ‘really’ bit suggests she might be pretending to feel okay. You came in with breakfast the other day and talked to us. Does it seem like Pauline would hold back if she wasn’t okay?”