Uncle Frank, Pauline, Sex, and Me
Copyright© 2024 by Fatbastard
Chapter 34
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 34 - 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
January 1963
I’d like to pretend I wasn’t embarrassed, but I was. I was standing in the doorway, naked, with an obviously naked girl stretching sleepily in my bed, a tube of Gynomin on the bedside table, and the room stinking of sex and sweat. We surely hadn’t been discussing Pythagoras!
My embarrassment wasn’t about the sex. Not really. Pauline and me were friends who fucked, and we had agreed that we had no obligation even to tell one another if and when we ‘got lucky; with someone else. It was more about not knowing what to say and how to handle the situation, or even the scope and nature of the situation I was faced with.
Pauline looked past me to Sandra. “Jesus! I’m sorry!” She sounded panicked, “I didn’t know ... I mean I didn’t think ... I didn’t expect...”
Sandra was equal to the occasion. “You’d have to be Pauline.” She cocked an eyebrow in my direction. “Unless lover boy here has been lying through his teeth and has a harem!”
Pauline seemed relieved – at least slightly. “And you’d be Sandra then? Unless you’re part of the harem!”
They smiled at each other, and I relaxed, at least a bit. “Is everything okay?”
Pauline seemed uncertain about what to say, but after a second or two she sighed and fronted. “I was on my own tonight, Mum ‘n Dad are up at the Dove’s bach, Kevin is doing a nightshift at the Shell station, and they’ve let Robinson out. I started to freak.”
Sandra clearly regarded herself as part of the discussion. “I got the pill from Dr Dove, but who are the other people, and why are you freaking?”
“Kevin is Pauline’s brother, and Robinson is a nutter who used to live next door and who tried to burn down the Dove’s house. He was locked up, but they’ve let him out.”
Pauline ignored the minor inaccuracy and looked at me. “I rang, and Jax said you had come home, but your door was closed. She didn’t know Sandra was here.” She reddened slightly and looked at Sandra. “I feel a bit stupid about freaking, but knowing Robinson was on the loose and wandering round out there, and knowing he’s uptight about sex and thinks I’m a Jezebel – well every little sound was Robinson. Mum left me her car, so I bailed.”
“And you came over. Makes sense.”
“Only ‘cos I didn’t know Sandra was here!”
“But I am here – so what do we do now?”
Pauline was tentative. “Judith is staying in Waitomo with Tony. Could I borrow her bed perhaps?” I was doubtful, but said nothing while I thought.
Sandra was tentative too. She looked at me. “Is there room in this bed?”
I was stuck. How the fuck was I going to navigate this situation? Judith’s bed was indeed unoccupied, but I didn’t feel comfortable taking responsibility for sending Pauline there without Judith’s okay. My bed was big enough for three to cuddle, but this was new and ambiguous territory. Since there was no way I was sending Pauline away, and since Sandra seemed to have no objection, perhaps the decision had already made itself. But what would happen next?
What indeed! Sandra was waiting for an answer, and so was Pauline. Bulls ‘n horns! “The bed’s big enough – if you don’t mind being close!”
Sandra was definite. “Okay by me if you can stand the sweat and sex smells!” She looked at Pauline.
Pauline seemed relieved. “If it’s okay with you it should be alright.” She giggled. “It’s not as if sweat and sex smells are a new thing in this bed!”
Pauline shed most of her clothes, leaving her panties on, and moved towards the bed. She never wore a bra (didn’t need one), and her nipples were hard and stuck out bigtime from the little mounds of her breasts. Sandra reached across me and patted the bed beside me, and Pauline lay (albeit a little stiffly) down on that side.
Frank had trained as a pilot, and used quite a lot of ‘Airforce slang’. A ‘bomber command’ expression popped into my head. ‘There was I - upside down over Bremen – with all bombs gone and nothing on the clock!’ I didn’t understand it fully, but I knew it wasn’t good!
So there was I - lying between two lovers. A teenage fantasy, but I was less than comfortable. Pauline was a little stiff, and her discomfort was infectious. I found it impossible to relax, and my tension soon transmitted itself to Sandra. Gradually we all inched apart, and after a few more minutes, both the girls were rigid on their backs right at the edges of my bed and I was on my back in the middle between them. The only part of me that wasn’t rigid was my dick!
The tension mounted. Shit! Pauline (as usual), eventually came to my rescue. “This isn’t working! We need to talk!”
I couldn’t resist. “But this three-way relationship can’t be over. We haven’t even had sex yet!”
That broke the tension. I got a laugh and an elbow from both sides, and a “Pig!” from Pauline.
Sandra sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, resting her back against the headboard and turning towards me, and Pauline scootched down and turned to lean sideways against my raised knees so that we could all (almost) face each other. My dick decided the crisis was over and gradually started to stiffen. I decided to ignore its traitorous behavior, and keep my big head in control.
“So would it be alright if we decided to get sexy?”
My enquiry was addressed to both girls, but it was Pauline who answered. “I’ve never been in a threesome, or had sex with another girl.”
“I’ve had topless cuddles, and rubbed nipples”, Sandra replied. She looked at Pauline and grinned before going on. “My breasts aren’t sensitive, so the other girl got a lot more out of it than I did. Are your nipples sensitive? They look amazing!”
“I can eventually get off by having them sucked and twisted, but they’re not anywhere near as sensitive as my clit.”
Sandra’s face fell, and she seemed to lose interest in the conversation, and Pauline picked up that something was wrong. “Did I say something?”
I kept my mouth firmly shut, and Sandra took a deep breath, eventually letting it out with a big sigh. “I have a huge clit. If it was normally sensitive, a little bit of oral or rubbing would send me into orbit, but it’s dead!” She looked quite sad and sniffled a bit.
I chuckled. “That’s an old story. Yonilingam raspberries anyone?”
Pauline looked slightly puzzled, but Sandra brightened. “There’s that I suppose.” She looked at Pauline. “Does he blow raspberries on your clit too?”
“He doesn’t talk about what he does with other girls, but yes, he blows gently round the general area, cos my clit is tiny.”
We were all starting to relax a bit, so I decided to try to move things along if I could. “So would it be okay if we just cuddled up and all drifted off to sleep?” I got a couple of nods, so I pushed it. “How about if we all turned on and started fingering and licking and sucking each other?”
Sandra seemed both excited and apprehensive. “What if two people turn on and the third one doesn’t?”
Pauline giggled. “If the odd one out is me, I’ll watch with pleasure and interest. I’ll probably eventually jill off too.” She grinned at Sandra. “What about you?”
“Happy to watch if I don’t turn on, but I probably will. I’m wet now, aren’t you?”
They both turned to me, then Pauline leaned over my stomach towards Sandra, who leaned forward towards her. I thought they were going to kiss, but Pauline put her mouth close to Sandra’s ear and whispered. I couldn’t hear what she said, but Sandra laughed, and as Pauline sat upright, she swiveled around and sat facing us with her parted legs on the bed.
Sandra pushed my knees down and rolled back the covers to expose my half hard dick. “Would you like her to take her pants off? Would you like to see her cunt. Right there where she’s hot and wet and tight and slippery? Such a lovely little cunt?”
Both of them laughed at the response of my cock. I had almost immediately become painfully hard, and it lay on my belly, twitching gently, as Pauline kicked off her panties, and then leered at me. “What about Sandra? Would you like to fuck her cunt? All slippery and hot, all tight and fragrant. Her cunt smells lovely. Wouldn’t you like to lick her?”
I would. But that ship had sailed when I put the Gynomin in before we fucked earlier. “Gynomin tastes terrible, but we can get her off with our fingers!”
“And your cock!” Sandra wasn’t about to settle for any half measures.
Neither was Pauline. “I’m suckable and lickable, and I’ll get off with that or fingers or cock.”
We did it! I had already come twice that evening, and that was just as well because the sight and sound of Sandra coming on Pauline’s fingers, and Pauline coming on Sandra’s tongue, would have pushed me pretty close to the edge even before I pushed myself into either of them.
I don’t remember exactly who did want to whom, and in what order, but I do remember having Pauline tongue my balls while Sandra fellated me, and the look on Sandra’s face when Pauline orgasmed on her fingers as she pushed a tablet inside her. I eventually fucked them both, alternating between the two of them in the missionary position as they lay side by side, and eventually emptied myself into Pauline. No further ‘cunt talk’ was required!