Uncle Frank, Pauline, Sex, and Me
Copyright© 2024 by Fatbastard
Chapter 30
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 30 - Coming of Age in 1960s New Zealand. My father's much younger brother guided and mentored me from early adolescence through my teenage years and a series of girlfriends. While each story can stand alone, readers will get most out of this series if they read chronologically starting with Andrea, and progressing through Bronwyn and Robyn to my adventures with Pauline
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Farming School Vignettes First Oral Sex Petting
September – October 1962
We sat on our stools in the dark. Sandra and I rested the barrels of our rifles on top of the tractor in front of us. It was overcast, so there wasn’t even any starlight, but our eyes had become well adjusted to the very little light there was, and we could see the pale shapes of twenty or thirty sheep between us and the corner of the paddock. They were spread out and not moving much at all. Indeed, most of them were lying down on the grass Uncle Bruce had saved for just this eventuality.
The wind was cold in our faces, and it carried the sound of a couple of owls exchanging calls from the bush edge around the side of the hill. ‘Morepork’, and a couple of seconds later, the faint response ‘Morepork’. Apart from that, it was very quiet.
This was new to me and Sandra, but Johnny had done this a few times before, and from what he had said and the blood on the two dead ewe’s back legs, it seemed that these dogs probably did their damage by harrying a group of sheep, and eventually pulling down a straggler. So (if the dogs came back), I was expecting to see a lot of sheep fleeing, with dogs at the center of the disturbance.
It didn’t happen like that. The first thing we saw and heard was a sudden explosion of activity, with lots of snarling and growling. Two dogs had jumped the fence and rushed the nearest ewe. She was lying, and heavy with lamb, and they caught her before she could get to her feet. By the time Johnny turned on the spotlight and illuminated the scene, the ewe was on her back, kicking and struggling, with one dog at her throat, and the other at her belly.
Maybe it was bloodlust, or maybe it was a hangover from their pig-hunting, but whatever the reason, the dogs were apparently oblivious to the light. They didn’t even look up. Sandra got her shot away first, while I was lining up the dog at the ewe’s throat. It seemed to fill the field of view of my scope, and I had just centered my cross hairs on its chest when her muzzle blast made my ears ring and her bullet took my target sideways.
I swung to draw a bead on the second dog. It had raised its head, but hadn’t moved to escape. My bullet took it high in the chest, and it dropped, kicked its legs a few times, and lay still. But the ewe dropped too.
She had been kicking and struggling, and when Sandra dispatched the dog holding her throat, she had got her front legs on the ground and her head up in time to take my bullet after it passed through the dog I had shot, Sandra gave a whoop, and Johnny was happy too. “Good shooting!”
I was less happy. “Bugger! Got the sheep as well.”
“Well done! She was good as dead anyway, and now we don’t have to chase her.”
The dead dogs were huge! Johnny thought they were mastiffs, bred for pig hunting. They had no collars or registration tags, so there was no chance of finding their owner and sending a bill. We loaded them and the ewe on to the tractor tray, and I was about to get into the driver’s seat when Johnny stopped me.
He was slightly embarrassed. “How about you let me drive? These old Fordsons can be bloody dangerous over lumpy ground, particularly at night!”
I was fine with that, and the dogs were soon dumped in the hole. Della had made cheese on toast and a cuppa, but Johnny wanted to butcher the ewe for dog tucker before he washed up.
I wasn’t having that. “We’ve got plenty of dog tucker. In fact, our meat safe is full. Why don’t you take it?”
He grinned. “One dead ewe equals twenty camels?”
Sandra looked slightly embarrassed, but Della laughed. “You can bring her back in the morning!”
We polished off the toasties, then Della and Johnny wrapped the bloody carcass in the tarp, loaded up the Plymouth, and departed, leaving me and Sandra trying to decide whether to share the bath in the nice warm house, or brave the chill of the shearer’s quarters for the pleasures of the capacious shower there. The bath won, and we washed each other without splashing much water around, and repaired to Grandma June’s bed.
We snuggled and smooched for a while, and got lucky with the ‘electric’ connection. I’m pretty sure Sandra was as keen as I was to maintain it at least until we could make genital contact, but we needed a spermicide tablet and a condom before we could do that, and we lost our connection as soon as I started to reach for them.
Sandra was slightly disappointed. “That was really lovely. Let’s see if we can do it again.”
I got the tablet and condom and knelt between her raised knees as we made eye contact. But there was no electricity. Intimacy, excitement, and desire, but no surge of shared body energy.
“It seems to be random. I never know when it’s going to happen, but it’s lovely when it does!”
“So push a tablet in me stick your fingers right in and fingerfuck me good! You know how to get me off.”
I followed her instructions, and she ramped up to an orgasm pretty quickly. She was in no condition to put a rubber on me, so I wrapped myself and slipped into her. My penis is a lot longer than my fingers, and reached some places in the depths of her vagina that seemed to revive her. We fucked energetically for a couple of minutes, and from the noises she was making and the tension in her muscles, I thought Sandra was on the edge of another another orgasm.
Most of me wanted to keep thrusting, since I was only a few strokes and grinds from my own point of no return. But there was another part of me that wanted to hold back. I had no idea whatsoever what that was about, or how to resolve the conflicting impulses, and compromised by slowing right down. Sandra ramped up her activity and I stopped thrusting completely. Soon her vaginal muscles began to contract strongly, rhythmically squeezing and massaging my cock enough to keep me hard even though I was not moving myself.
And as Sandra came down from her peak, and I hung on the edge of mine, it happened again! It was many years before I studied body energies, but the strength of the connection made it really obvious that there was something special happening between us. My orgasm arrived as our breathing synchronized, and that set Sandra off again. We kept eye contact and the electricity between us lasted until I began to wilt and started to withdraw Sandra didn’t seem disappointed. “That was the longest yet.” I was ‘blissed out’, so I just Hmmed, and she went on. “It wasn’t as intense as the first time you touched my pussy with your cock, but it lasted longer.” I Hmmed again, and we snuggled until we drifted off.
We made love, had sex, or simply fucked each other silly half a dozen more times before Grandma June and Bruce and Robert arrived home. Before then, after a ‘heads up’ from Johnny that it would be a good idea, Sandra and I had mustered all the sheep and drafted off the wethers and put them in the very top paddocks up the hill, and put the ‘in lamb’ ewes in the lower paddocks and the flats.
Johnny had assured us that the soil temperatures had risen far enough so that there would be a flush of growth to keep them in good condition when they began to feed their lambs. He was right, and Bruce was pleased with the way the farm was looking. He was grumpy about losing the ewes and the lambs they were carrying to the ‘bloody dogs’, but was pleased we had ‘solved the problem’.
Sandra and I had quite a tender goodbye. We mutually agreed that we would write, and that if either of us was too busy to do that, the other wouldn’t spit the dummy, but instead, keep writing. I wished her luck with Dr Dove, and told her I was looking forward to trying for connection ‘bareback’. Then I loaded Harriet with my gear and the usual mutton for the family, and drove back home.
The big news was that both the Jaygirls had acquired boyfriends in my absence. Jax had been ‘given the eye’ by a guy in her philosophy class, and had agreed to go on a date with him. That had gone very well, and they had had a second, and then a third. They hadn’t ‘done it’ yet, but Jax was pretty sure that it would be ‘fourth time lucky’. She said she wouldn’t sleep with me anymore, and confided that she was a bit anxious that I might be ‘just a little’ shitty. I reassured her that Pauline would console me, and she laughed and offered to let me use her baby oil.
Judith had been to the glowworm caves at Waitomo, and had felt a strong attraction to the guy taking her on the guided tour. She knew his name was Tony, and that she had wanted to ‘fuck his brains out’ as soon as she saw him, but not much more than that. They had flirted with each other and he asked her out for a meal. One thing led to another, and they had fucked repeatedly, energetically, and joyfully over the next couple of days, He was coming for dinner and the night on Tuesday.