Author: Sterling
Title: Every Time Is Your First Time on Groundhog Day
Summary: Carl has lost his job as an RN and is relegated to being
the gofer as his wife starts up a drama camp for teen girls. When
the girls are cruel to him, he makes a plan to exact revenge.
Among his nursing things is a "silly juice" drug that will also
make a girl forget everything that happened. They will pay! But
one girl is curious and open to new experience, and she happily
loses her virginity to him. But since she remembers nothing, she
loses it again and again, night after night.
Keywords: Mf drug cons pedo loli oral 1st  rape

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 11/19/2016.

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 Every Time Is Your First Time on Groundhog Day

"Carl, could you make up the beds too?" Mary pointed to a pile of
sheets and pillowcases she'd dumped on the living room sofa.

"Really? Couldn't you do that much yourself?"

Mary turned to look at him. "I'm still working on the curriculum
for the first day, right? I'm the teacher."

"Oh." With a sigh Carl picked up the pile of sheets and headed
out to the barn. He'd spent several weeks converting the barn
into the Lake Washington Drama Camp. This was Mary's dream -- to
start up her own drama camp. Their daughter Charlotte would be
the first camper. She was 13. And somehow Mary had managed to get
three other girls to sign up who were a year or two older.

It was a small barn. This hadn't been a working farm in decades,
and the previous owners had built this barn for the atmosphere.
The conversion had meant putting up a stage, meaning a raised
platform with a decent floor. He'd hung some strong overhead
lights at Mary's suggestion, and he had to admit it made it
created a nice effect. In the back of the barn he'd spiffed up a
little half-bath. For a shower he'd jury-rigged a hose mounted on
the outside of the back wall of the barn. And he'd made the
sleeping quarters out of a former horse stall  -- which had never
known a horse. Mary had gotten a good deal on craigslist for a
pair of used bunk beds. He had to drive an hour and a half each
way to haul them back in the pickup, but they would work fine.

The camp would be in the barn, and Mary and Carl would have the
house for their own use -- a small house, with just their
bedroom, Charlotte's smaller room, and a living room/kitchen.

Carl made up the four bunk beds.

Saturday morning. One camper arrived, and then another. Mary
realized she desperately needed a few more things from the store,
so Carl set off on the 20-minute drive to town to get them.

When he returned, the third girl had arrived and the four campers
and Mary were already reading from scripts up on the stage.

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Carl was unhappy.

He was a registered nurse, with a decent job at the hospital that
was a 45-minute drive away. His income supported the family. But
he'd lost his job in May. The hospital was being consolidated
with one farther away, and Carl had been a casualty of the first
round of lay-offs. That was a disappointment, but he'd
immediately set in motion his job hunt. After four weeks it
became clear that there weren't any jobs within a reasonable
commute that paid enough to support the family. Mary didn't seem
to be that interested. She didn't say it in so many words, but to
her it was his responsibility to have a good job, and if he
didn't it was his fault.

They had already enrolled their campers when he lost the job.
Mary could argue that they really needed to make the drama camp
work so next year it would have a dozen campers and they'd earn
real money. And since Carl wasn't employed, he was available
seven days a week to help her out getting it ready -- somehow
there was a lot more work than she'd planned for.

But even with 20 campers the numbers wouldn't add up. What they
needed to do was sell the farm and move somewhere he could get a
decent job. She deflected his gentle attempts to make that point.
In any event they were committed to the six weeks of camp this
year.

Back from his errands, he went out to the barn to say hello.

Mary made introductions. "This is Charlotte's father Carl. He'll
be helping out at the camp. This is Megan, Liz, and Emma," she
said, pointing to each in turn.

Carl said hello and beheld the five people in front of him.

His daughter Charlotte was the one bright spot in his life. He
took a moment to really look at her. Brown eyes, shoulder-length
straight brown hair, 5'6" with a typical girl's body. He noticed
she really was developing -- those bulges under her flannel shirt
were real breasts now. She was a pretty good student. She'd
always been pretty easygoing. In the past year she and Mary had
started the sniping and fighting that was typical of adolescence,
but she still got along fine with Carl.

Emma was shorter, maybe 5'2", with pixie cut reddish brown hair
and big blue eyes, thin and not even as developed as Charlotte.

Megan was Charlotte's height, with brown hair halfway down her
back, brown eyes and quite a womanly figure. She exuded energy,
with sparkling eyes and a loud voice that she used often.

Liz was 5'8" or so, with shoulder-length blond hair and blue
eyes. She had a willowy figure, with hips and breasts definitely
there but understated. She was model material.

Then there was Mary. Her figure was long gone. Butt, belly,
breasts -- everything sagged and spread. Her ponytail showed a
fair amount of gray. They had had Charlotte late, and now she was
53 -- same age as him. She'd been an enthusiastic lover when they
first met. She came every time. Then it had been once a week or
so, and then she'd gotten enthusiastic again in the years they
were trying to conceive. But once she was definitely pregnant,
her interest had fallen dramatically. Ten years ago sex had
become a monthly affair. To try to get more he'd taken to doing
what she liked best -- eating her out slowly until she had a big
orgasm. He then got a couple minutes to plunge his cock in and
thrust his way to release. Even so, the frequency went to
quarterly, and then it seemed like an annual event, driven more
by some trace of Mary's guilt and duty until it had stopped
completely three years ago. If it was up to Carl he'd have sex
every day, even with Mary's body so bloated. But sex only happens
when both partners want it.

There was a sixth person in the barn -- him. He had something of
a belly himself, though nothing like Mary. He was 5'9" and his
dark blond hair was balding. He had a weak chin and close-set
brown eyes, and while no one called him ugly he knew he was
definitely below average in sex appeal.

They went back to reading their scene, and Carl wandered up to
the house. He sat back and tuned in to the ball game on TV.

Not long after, Charlotte appeared and said, "Dad, mom needs you.
We've got a problem with the sleeping," before racing back out to
join the class.

Carl wanted to see if the Red Sox could get out of the jam they
were in. Five minutes later, he heard racing footsteps and
Charlotte appeared once more. "Mom says she needs you like right
now."

With a sigh Carl put his shoes back on, turned off the TV with
the bases still loaded, and headed down to the barn.

"Oh, finally!" said Mary when he appeared. While the four girls
talked, she said, "None of the other girls will sleep on a top
bunk. No way, no how. Charlotte will, of course. But we gotta
come up with another plan for an extra girl."

"Oh, I guess one could sleep in Charlotte's room."

"Oh, come on, they would never go for that. You know how girls
are. They need to be together, not with the stodgy grown-ups.
You've got to make another bed down here."

Carl thought. "Not sure I can do that for tonight."

"Well, OK," said Mary with a sigh. "But tomorrow at the very
latest!"

Liz drew the short straw and had to sleep in Charlotte's room.

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The next day Carl set to work. There was another room, much
smaller, maybe a tack room -- though one that had never known
tack. He fashioned a platform at bed height and in town managed
to get a new mattress. Unlike the converted stall, this room had
a full-height door that shut.

Although far better than Charlotte's room, the solo room in the
barn was still less appealing than the converted stall. To be
fair, Liz, Emma, and Megan would take turns sleeping in the
single in a fixed rotation.

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The girls were all very sexy, Carl realized. They might not be
especially hot among their peers, but most girls that age were
hot -- and next to Mary anyone would look sexy. Charlotte was
too, though his reaction to her was totally different -- she
would be sexy to other guys, but not to him. When hot weather
came, the girls appeared in short shorts and skimpy tops, making
it all the harder to ignore or hide the effect they had on him.

He was elected to drive the four of them to the local swimming
hole -- a wide spot in the creek. Naturally all four rode in the
back, none in the cab with him.

He stayed in the cab while the four in their bikinis walked down
to the hole. Four pairs of gorgeous legs, four cute behinds. He
adjusted himself so his erection wouldn't just press painfully
upward against his shorts. In the water the wet bathing suits
clung to what they covered, accentuating breasts and crotches. He
could see the water glistening on bare skin. He could even barely
make out beads of water on eyelashes when they sparkled in the
light.

Burning with desire, he found his hand idly stroking the front of
his shorts. It would be so easy to explode in his pants. But he
mustn't.

When the girls returned, with wet hair, glistening bodies, and
faces brimming with the animation and excitement of youth -- it
only reinforced in him a powerful yearning.

On the way back, he made out Megan's voice from the back. "A
nurse? Not a doctor?" followed by hushing sounds.

He sighed to himself. Yeah, a nurse, not a doctor. He'd assumed
the training would be less demanding and less expensive. Ha. He
knew almost the same stuff but earned half as much -- when he had
a job. He hadn't gotten into med school either, the year he'd
applied.

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Going around the barn in the evening, he paused outside the
window to the girls' room as he heard them talking. He should
keep going, of course but...

"You see him perving on us this afternoon?" said Megan.

"Yeah," said Charlotte. "My dad..." with a sigh.

Carl burned with shame. He thought he'd been very discreet in
stealing glances at the girls, but apparently not. And there his
daughter was, going along with them behind his back. She was just
fitting in with her friends -- he got that at one level -- but it
also really bothered him.

At night he lay in bed beside Mary, the fat slob, with images of
nubility filling his mind. He'd still bury his cock in Mary's
pussy and relieve himself if she'd let him, but no chance of
that.

He overheard snippets other times too.

"What is your dad, like your mom's gofer?" "His cooking sure is
mediocre." "Well, yeah, compared to your dad most guys would look
gorgeous!" "Why doesn't he get a job? Isn't there like a nursing
shortage?"

One morning, a week after camp started, Mary was in the house and
he was sweeping the stage.

"Hey, Carl," said Megan, approaching with a basket. "Here's our
laundry for you to do." On the top were several pairs of panties.
Just a coincidence?

"Wait, take mine too!" said Liz, approaching with a bra and
panties in her hand and sticking them on top. Both girls giggled.
Megan was in bare feet, wearing a T-shirt with no bra on
underneath. Liz's button shirt was not buttoned and her bra
showed. Both girls wore panties on the bottom but nothing else.

"And do a good job with it!" said Megan.

"Yeah, a very good job!" said Liz, and the two girls turned and
pranced away giggling. Emma and Charlotte were fully dressed and
watched from a distance. Emma smiled and turned away. Charlotte
met her father's eyes only briefly, then turned and went back
into the bunk room.

"I'll leave this here for Mary," he said, setting the basket
aside.

As he went into the house, he passed Mary on the way out.

He was furious. The truth was, if he'd been left alone with the
dirty panties he probably would have sniffed them deeply while
masturbating furiously -- if he didn't actually ejaculate in the
crotch of one of those pairs. And the idea that the girls
apparently knew this -- it was intrusive. They not only knew it,
they'd humiliated him in front of the others and his own
daughter.

The anger did not ease as the day wore on. It festered and grew.
There were further little barbs and put-downs.

In his dark thoughts he hatched a dark plan.

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It was 3am. There was enough moon for him to see his way to the
barn, and then he turned his flashlight on to a dim setting and
tiptoed to the single room. He knew it was Megan's turn. He
turned the handle and went in. It was a warm night, and she had
on a T-shirt and panties and nothing else. No covers. A thrill
went through him. She was sexy, and tonight she was his.

He shut the door behind him and wedged a bar between floor and
latch to serve as a lock.

Next he produced the small bottle and opened it. The sweet smell
of ether was unmistakable. He poured a bit on the cloth, and then
held it under Megan's nose. Just a few breaths was all he needed
for his purpose.

"Hey, Megan," he said softly, shaking her and then pinching her
shoulder. No response. Good.

He swabbed her upper arm with an anesthetic and numbing wipe.
From his bag of tricks he then produced a syringe. He jabbed it
into Megan's arm and pressed the plunger.

Before the ether wore off, the new drug Amnesed would take effect
-- a drug like Versed but even better.

Carl stripped naked and lay down beside Megan on the narrow bed.
That close to such a nubile girl his erection rose quickly. His
mix of emotions was potent -- some guilt and shame, but then this
was a very sexy girl, and a very mean girl. She deserved what was
coming to her. He could just take her while she was out cold, but
that wasn't his thing. What made this merely risky instead of
suicidal was that the Amnesed would obliterate Megan's memories
of what happened in the next couple hours. It also should make
her relaxed and happy and uninhibited.

He slid her onto her back and opened her legs a little, then
began gently stroking her crotch through her panties.

Megan began stirring as the ether wore off. Then she woke.

"Mr. Jones!" she said with alarm. "What's? Why? ..." She reached
down to move his hand away from her crotch.

"Hi, Megan," he said through clenched teeth, forcing his hand
back to her privates. "You humiliated me. You're a cock tease,
and now you're going to pay!"

"No, Mr. Jones, no, no! I'm sorry! ... Why do I feel so funny?"

"Just some happy medicine. Doesn't that feel good, down in your
little pussy?"

She shook her head.

He slid his hand up under T-shirt to feel a breast.

Megan squirmed but he was not deterred. "Hold still!" he
whispered with command. He then removed that hand and slid it
down inside her panties from the top.

Megan looked at him with alarm, eyes wide.

His fingers under the panty cloth found her slit and opened it,
rubbing a bit more. His finger probed her pussy opening. It was
already pretty moist.

"You thought I'd ejaculate on your panties. Ha! You're a mean
girl, and now you'll find out how a man gets his pleasure. I'm
going to ejaculate in your vagina instead!"

"No..." whimpered Megan.

He raised himself up and pushed her T-shirt up above her breasts.
Then he pulled her panties down, forced her legs apart and got
into mounting position. His flabby belly contrasted strikingly
with her nubile curves and perfect skin. He spread his thighs
over hers and lowered his cock into position, nudging her labial
flaps apart.

As he prepared to plunge in, he looked at her face and froze. The
Amnesed did nothing to lessen the look of fear, of vulnerability,
and of youth. The shame and guilt in his mix of emotions surged.
She was still a minor, and not fully responsible for her actions.
Yeah, she'd been mean to him, but kids do that. She wouldn't
remember this, but even so... He couldn't take her virginity.
Maybe he'd just jerk himself and come on her face... But his cock
was softening quickly.

He sighed and let himself down beside her, then sat on the edge
of the bed. "Oh, forget it," he said wearily. "Let's get you
decent again."

"Thank you," she whispered quietly, then eagerly pulled her
T-shirt back down and pulled her panties up.

"You stop saying mean things about me, you hear? I can rape you
any time I want!"

"I promise," said Megan with total sincerity.

He grumbled as he dressed. She'd never remember her promise.

Now what? What would she do when he left? She was wide awake and
agitated, and the Amnesed wouldn't put her back to sleep. She'd
probably go wake up the other girls. She wouldn't remember
anything, but they would.

He shrugged and pulled out the ether rag from the bag he'd sealed
it in.

"What's that for?" she asked with alarm.

"Just to help you go back to sleep," said Carl soothingly.

He held the rag under her nose.

She struggled briefly but stopped when he held her in place. She
held her breath a long time, but eventually she had to breathe.
The ether had its effect.

Carl packed everything away and made sure there were no telltale
signs of his presence. He stole away and back to the house and
crawled into bed beside fat old Mary.

His thoughts were confused. He guessed maybe he just wasn't a
rapist. That was a good thing, surely. But he was a frustrated
old guy with a fat wife who never put out. Teen girls made fun of
him without fear. He was pussy whipped. That realization made his
anger surge again. Why hadn't he just fucked the daylights out of
mean little Megan?

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Mary did the laundry and returned it to the girls neatly folded.

But when Mary was back at the house, and he was sweeping the
stage again, Megan said, "Hey, there are stains here that weren't
there before... It smells funny, not like anything that comes out
of a girl... Hmmmm." She held a pair of panties up and looked at
him with an unfriendly leer.

"Yeah, definitely!" said Liz, holding up another pair. "I have a
big brother, and I know that smell. That's what he leaves in HIS
underpants sometimes... I wonder if there are any men around
here." She looked up and saw Carl. "Oohhh! I didn't know you were
here!" with an unpleasant little laugh.

That night Carl had an extra beer and then another. Tonight was
Liz's turn in the single room. That body. What a body! And she
had been so mean to him... To plunge into her, to take her, to
shoot her full of sperm -- it felt like it would be incredibly
exciting. More exciting than anything that might happen for the
rest of his life. He remembered what his fingers had felt inside
Megan's panties, how her smooth-skinned body had looked laid out
for the taking -- it drove him crazy.

He tossed and turned, and at 1:30 he woke up, dressed, and sat in
the living room, brooding. He had two more beers. He was going to
do it, damn it!

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"Oh, Carl!" said Liz with alarm. "I mean, Mr. Jones."

Hand fluttering between Liz's legs, he growled, "You're a mean
bitch. Making fun of me like that. I didn't do anything with your
panties. You smelled your brother's sperm, did you? Well, you
didn't smell any on your panties today. I'll show you where sperm
goes!"

"You've been drinking," she said quietly.

"Yes, I've been drinking, damn it! Now shut up and hold still!"

He worked her loose nightgown up over her head, took her panties
off, and reared up on his knees below her. God, the perfect girl.
He spread her lips to the sides with his fingers to reveal the
wet, welcoming hole. He was going to conquer her, invade that
pussy, and blast his sperm way up inside!

He worked himself into position, and then looked at her face. She
was fighting back tears, her face numb with shock. Oh, damn it!
He forced his eyes to look down between her legs -- down at her
business end. She wouldn't remember a thing. Why not just go for
it? He placed his cock tip at her opening, but couldn't help
steal another look at her face. She was crying now, her face
awash in grief.

Maybe he'd just jack off and decorate those lovely little breasts
with a couple ropes of sperm. He started wanking himself, tip
aimed at her chest. But his erection was softening rapidly.

"Oh, shit," he murmured. "Well, fuck you to hell, you bitch, but
I guess I'm just not enough of a rapist."

Liz cried on.

"Hey, you hear me? I'm not going to rape you."

She looked at him suspiciously.

"Yeah, let's get you dressed."

The Amnesed made her sway a bit when she sat upright, but soon
they were both dressed and he produced the ether again.

Liz didn't protest and took a couple deep sniffs.

He was angry and horny as hell. Twice now he'd pulled back from
the brink of something terrifically exciting because some girl
would feel bad. Pussy whipped. He had another couple beers and
collapsed in bed beside the snoring cow.

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"Hey, dad," said Charlotte, finding him out behind the house with
no one else around.

"Oh, hi honey," he said. "How's my girl?"

Charlotte glanced up at him briefly before looking down again.

"I'm sorry they're so mean to you -- Liz and Megan. You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm OK, Charlotte. You don't need to worry about me."

"I think they're disgusting," she said. "I mean, I gotta get
through this camp with them, but, blech!"

"Oh," he said. "What about Emma?"

"Emma? Well, ... She's nice to you, right?"

"Yeah, she's been OK."

"Good," said Charlotte, with a fake smile. "OK, glad you're doing
OK. Bye."

Charlotte's meaning was clear to him. Emma said mean things about
him behind his back. It felt worse in some ways. With the other
two, at least he knew where he stood.

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This time he was going to do it. He was going to look a crying
girl in the eyes and rape her anyway. And even if he ended up
wimping out like the other times, he wanted to at least see Emma
naked, rub her between the legs, and show her he had power over
her. At least from then on if the girls were mean to him he'd be
able to remember the feel of each pussy under his fingers.
Besides, this way he wasn't playing favorites. He should treat
all three campers the same.

It was quite a hot night, but he was still surprised to see Emma
completely naked, not wearing even a pair of panties.

As he waited for the ether to wear off, he stripped and sat on
the edge of her bed. "Hi, Emma," he said softly.

Her eyes opened. "Oh, Mr. Jones!" She giggled. "Is this a dream?"

"No, a nightmare maybe," he said. This time he was just looking
at her, not stroking anything.

She raised her head briefly. "You're naked! And I am too!" She
turned away from Carl, shielding her breast with her arm, drawing
her knees up. "Why do I feel so funny?"

"Just some happy medicine. Hey, Charlotte says you say terrible
things about me with the other girls."

"Oh... Oh, that!" she said, turning her head back over her
shoulder. She looked thoughtful, or as thoughtful as the Amnesed
allowed. "I'm sorry. But I guess I thought I had to fit in. I
didn't mean them. You're a nice guy." If she had shown fright, he
would figure she was just saying that. But somehow he believed
her.

"The drug is also so you won't remember anything."

"Oh," said Emma, facing the wall. "Yeah, I see. If I tell folks
you came to my bedroom naked, you'd be in trouble, right?"

"Right. Does it make you feel good?"

"Uh, I guess so." She giggled again. "I feel kind of like high."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, kind of..." She paused a few moments. "I'm in a bedroom
alone with a man, and we're both naked!"

"You bet." he said. "You've said mean things about me and this is
how you pay the price. Turn over so I can see you."

"Why would you want to see a little kid naked?"

"You're no little kid!"

"But my body... it's just a skinny little kid body."

"Oh, no. You're a gorgeous young woman," he said, daring to place
his hand on her hip and caress gently.

"You're silly."

"OK, you're not fully grown. But you've definitely come a long
way from being a little girl. And you're gorgeous."

He caught a trace of a smile on Emma's face as she raised her
head to look over her shoulder at him, and then looked below
before turning away again."Your thing. It's, uh, big."

"Yeah, because you're sexy. Come on, turn towards me so I can see
just how gorgeous you are."

Emma hesitantly turned back onto her back, looking nervously down
at herself, his face, and his penis.

"Beautiful," said Carl.

"I've been awfully curious about all this stuff," she said with a
giggle.

Lustful thoughts surged within Carl. He put his hand on her
stomach and began rubbing gently. Somehow anger wasn't guiding
his actions now. If she was willing, that changed everything...
How far would she let him go?

"I've never been kissed. Will you kiss me?"

Carl realized he'd love to kiss this girl.

He lay mostly on his stomach beside her right side, but his torso
was angled to put his face over hers.

He slowly lowered his head and offered her a gentle, tiny kiss.

"Oooo, my first kiss," sighed Emma.

Carl lowered his head and kissed her again, and then again. Slow,
small, sweet kisses, over and over.

"I like kissing," said Emma. She squirmed her hips slightly.

"Does it make you think about other parts of your body?"

"Yeah," she said with a giggle. "How'd you know?"

"You tell me if I do something you don't like." He slid his hand
over to caress her stomach, but then slid gradually up to her
left breast. He kept kissing her, gently, over and over.

"That feels nice," said Emma. "You don't mind it's so small?"

"Oh, not at all -- and it's not that small. It's wonderful."

He kissed both cheeks, then moved slowly to her chin, her neck,
the base of her neck.

"Uh oh," said Emma as she realized where he was heading.

With a few more pecks he found his way to that nipple. He licked.

She giggled during his first licks, then stopped, then breathed a
little faster than usual.

Then he sucked hard, and she squirmed her hips again.

"I gotta find out what all this squirming is about," he said as
he slid his hand down over her stomach and below. His fingers met
downy pubic hair on her mound. He slid lower.

"That's private," said Emma tentatively.

"Unless you want to share it. You want to?"

Emma shook her head.

Carl removed his hand, pulled his head away and looked at her.

Emma bit her lip, then she giggled, then nodded.

Carl smiled and returned his lips to her right breast this time
as his hand cupped her girl sex. His fingers caressed gently up
and down the crease where her lips met.

Emma gave a little questioning moan, then lifted her pelvis
against his hand.

"Do you do this to yourself?"

"I masturbate a lot. Like every day. Or sometimes five times a
day." She giggled. "Not usually five times."

Carl stroked up and down her centerline with his fingers, over
and over. "Feel good? Different from playing with yourself?"

"Yeah. Mmmmm, I see why girls really want to do this kind of
thing with boys."

Carl lifted his head and looked longingly into Emma's eyes. Down
below he gently worked her labia to the sides to explore within.

"How'd I guess you'd do that next..." said Emma with a laugh.

Carl found her young clit, put a finger on each side and very
gently squeezed them together, just a little, then did it again
and again...

Emma rolled her eyes and moaned.

He gently explored below at the opening to her vagina.

"How'd I know you'd want to explore there..." She giggled. "Guess
it's kind of natural."

It was not at all dry. He gradually worked his ring finger inside
a little, then a little more. There was no obstruction. He
switched to his middle finger.

"Sure you haven't done this before?" he asked with a smile.

Emma frowned. "No, of course not! What made you think that?"

"Your pussy is not tight or covered up. My fingers go in easily."

"Oh, well, I've had my hairbrush handle up there."

Carl feigned surprise. "Really? Why would you do something like
that?"

"Because... Because I'm curious."

"Oh, dear," said Carl, holding his finger still.

"Was it bad of me?" She sounded worried.

Carl tried to look stern but couldn't help smiling.

"You're bad!"

"Oh, yes. It's all natural... playing with yourself, exploring
your pussy..." He began sliding his fingers in and out, while
pressing her clit gently with his thumb. "You know what else is
natural, right?"

She looked at him. "Yeah, but I dunno... Hey, I'm curious about
your penis too."

"OK," said Carl with a smile, withdrawing his hand.

She sat up and listed to the side before righting herself. "Whoa,
this medicine," she said, and giggled. She then reached out
slowly to touch his erect organ.

"Soft and hard at the same time... It looks funny... I'm kinda
dizzy, I'd better lie down again."

"Ooooo," she said. "If you don't ejaculate in our panties in the
laundry, where do you ejaculate instead when you masturbate?"

"Me? Oh, well, I don't much at all. I save myself for the real
thing."

"Oh," said Emma, looking away. "Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy."

"You dizzy because of my penis?" asked Carl.

"Maybe a little," said Emma. "Or the medicine."

Carl put his hand back between her legs and began to pulse his
fingers on her clit.

"Or that thing you're doing," she said, sighing. "Or all of
them."

He began kissing her cheek and ear as his fingers kept exploring.
His middle finger was back inside of her, going in and out, thumb
and forefinger pulsing on her clit, gently. After a minute of his
explorations and Emma's little gasps and moans, he shifted
himself on top of her, thighs on thighs, his erect penis several
inches below her pussy.

"Are you going to...?" Emma gulped.

"Only if you want."

"I shouldn't," she said.

Carl's hand froze. Seconds passed.

"Liz said she did it with a boy a couple times... She's my age...
Oh, keep doing that with your hand while I think," she said, then
giggled.

"It wouldn't be your fault," he said. "The medicine has you
feeling not like yourself."

"Yeah, that's true. And what you're doing with your fingers!" She
arched her pelvis up against him strongly.

Carl slid himself up higher until his cock was right at her
opening, then removed his finger from her vagina, while nestling
his cock tip right between her inner lips. He went back to
pulsing on her clit with the two fingers.

"Oh... In, put it in! Careful, though!"

With a smile, Carl gently nudged himself forward. His smooth tip
slowly spread her wetness, then started burrowing in. Oh, the
pleasure and the joy!

"Oh, more!" said Emma.

"That feel OK? Does it hurt?" asked Carl.

"A little, but more! Deeper!"

Carl used more force, easing his cock in more and more. Then he
met resistance and stopped. He resumed his motion on her clit
with his fingers.

"Oh, God..." moaned Emma.

Carl began a gentle in and out motion, alternating with finger
work. He'd do five strokes, then pause to pulse on her clit, then
five more strokes, then a pause. He sighed with pleasure whenever
he went in and out.

This girl with the reddish hair was offering herself to him.
She'd been curious about sex, and although hesitant, she'd laid
herself out on her back, legs spread wide, to lose her virginity.
Now she wasn't hesitant at all. She'd felt his cock inside her
and she wanted it. She wanted more. Her little nipples stood up
straight, her eyes half-closed, face relaxed with pleasure.

The minutes passed, Emma getting more and more excited. Carl
enjoyed the physical pleasure immensely -- while holding himself
back from getting too excited.

"Can you... Can you hold it deep inside and do that with your
fingers at the same time?"

"Sure," he said.

"A little deeper?"

"Sure!"

"Oh, oh, ... yes, oh, that's great, oh, oh..." Suddenly Emma let
out a big gasp and her body twitched.

As she came down from her orgasm, he removed his fingers, held
himself up on his hands and began gliding in and out. The sight
of this beautiful girl with the small breasts, glowing with
sexual satisfaction, laid out for the taking, was tremendously
exciting.

She brought her eyes into focus. "Did you ejaculate?"

"Not yet," he said. "Though I will soon. God, you are so sexy!"
He began thrusting faster and deeper. "Let me know if anything
bothers you."

"OK," said Emma. "It feels really nice..."

Man thighs over girl thighs, shaft disappearing up between her
legs, thrusting in and out, girl looking up at him happily... It
was perfect.

As he approached orgasm, he thrust more insistently. "Oh, Emma,
Emma, Emma..." His loins glowed with pleasure, and the pleasure
spread. It built and built...

"Yes!" he said with a gasp and a final lunge. He held himself way
up inside her, deep and still, and ejaculated -- shooting glob
after glob of sperm way up inside her pussy. The pleasure flooded
every level of his brain. When his orgasm was complete, he
relaxed and slid out of Emma and onto his back beside her. It was
a narrow bed, so she had to scoot over to make room for him.

She turned on her side to face him. When he opened his eyes and
looked at her, she said, "I'm not a virgin, I'm not a virgin!"

"True. How was it?"

"Pretty great. It kinda hurt at the end there when you went in
really deep... but it was OK too. A girl kinda expects it to hurt
her first time, and since I'd already had a great orgasm and it
was the end -- that was a good time for it. Did I do OK?"

"Oh, you were fantastic! Just amazing!"

"What did I do?"

"You didn't have to do much, actually. But you coming was great,
and smiling at me... And being young and beautiful, too, but I
know those aren't exactly things you do."

"Oh, good." She yawned.

He brushed his fingers along her cheek, then rose to sitting.
"Think you can get to sleep?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He got dressed quietly and then sat on the very edge of the bed.

She opened a groggy eye at him.

"Just sleep," he said.

He waited many minutes, until her breathing was deep and regular,
before he crept out and back to the house.

Such total pleasure! Such immense satisfaction!

He was no rapist, but with a willing girl... It was perfect. She
was too young to get pregnant, there was no risk of disease. And
with the medicine, she wouldn't be at any risk of hashing it over
later and decide she had been abused.

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Carl wasn't totally sure he'd been safe skipping the closing
ether dose with Emma, so he was anxious on his first appearance
in the barn the next morning, but Emma paid him no particular
attention. That was a relief.

Now when the girls made their little digs at him he felt OK,
smiling inwardly. Emma didn't make any, but then she never had in
his presence.

And then two days later he overheard Liz say something. "He's
such a wimp. A nurse. Sweeps floors and does dishes. Pervs on
high school freshmen. Scared of women? Did your mom have to order
him to do her to get pregnant with you?"

He smiled, thinking of the feel of her pussy lips. But as he lay
in bed that night, the words replayed in his head, over and over.
What a vicious girl! And to say that to Charlotte about her own
father? The memory of the feel of her pussy wasn't enough. It was
Liz's turn in the single. And that offhand comment Emma had made
-- Liz wasn't a virgin.

At 2am he paid a visit to the barn.

"Oh, Mr Jones!" said Liz.

"Oh, just shut up and lie back and take it, cunt!" he hissed. He
didn't bother telling her off. She wouldn't remember it.

Liz's expression was stunned and mostly empty, but grief showed
through.

He didn't give a shit. He looked at the magnificent girl laid out
for the taking, the willowy blond with a model's body. He knew
where her cunt was, and he spread her legs wide so he could get
at it. And then he stuck his cock at her hole and shoved. Her
tissues gave way to allow him entry. She was plenty warm inside,
but not so wet. Too bad. He fucked in insistently, getting deeper
and deeper. And then he held himself up on his hands and looked
at the grief-stricken girl -- mean as anything, and sexy as
anything. He gave her exactly what she deserved. He fucked her
hard and deep and fast and then he came, blasting her innards
with his sperm. He'd conquered the bitch. The physical pleasure
erased most of his anger. He smiled as he rearranged Liz to hide
all evidence of the rape. She didn't resist the ether he put
under her nose.

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The next night it was Emma's turn in the little room again. The
temperature was more moderate, so he found her in a light
nightgown. This time he gave her an extra shot -- three months of
contraception, just in case.

He stripped to his underpants, sat on the edge of the bed and
caressed her face.
"Oh, Mr. Jones!" she said as she awoke.

"Hi, Emma," he said softly.

"What are you doing here?"

He had to remind himself she had no memory of their earlier
encounter.

"Just thought I'd come say hello to such a lovely girl. A curious
girl who's not a little girl any more."

"Oh," said Emma, looking away. "Why do I feel so funny?"

"Drugs. Nice, happy drugs," he said soothingly... "I just had a
hunch you'd be curious about things. Big girl things."

"You shouldn't be here," she said, but then smiled and looked
away as she said, "How'd you know?"

"Yeah, I shouldn't, but as long as I am..." He brushed the back
of his hand along her cheek. The fact she was decent instead of
naked put a different cast on the situation.

"What I'd love more than anything is to kiss you," he said,
slowly moving his face in towards hers. "You ever kiss anyone?"

"No," said Emma, looking up at his face, just a couple inches
from hers.

"Only if you want," he said softly.

After a moment she moved her lips up ever so slightly. Carl took
the hint and kissed her once, very gently. After their lips broke
apart he kissed her again.

She giggled. "This is pretty weird."

He didn't answer but went back to tiny kisses.

He slowly reached his hand out to touch her belly through her
nightgown. When she didn't protest, he began rubbing in small,
sensual circles.

Without stopping the kissing, he eased himself down onto his
stomach beside her, and began letting hands rove higher, up over
her lower rib cage.

Emma's pelvis wiggled ever so slightly.

As his hands began exploring the southerly slopes of her breasts,
he said, "I've noticed your breasts. Small ones are the very best
kind... Can I touch?"

"OK," she said with a little smile.

He could feel how her nipples were erect under the nightgown.

"You don't have any shirt on," she said.

"True, and wouldn't it be fun if you were more like that?"

"OK," she said with a giggle. "Just don't laugh at my breasts,
OK?"

"Oh, I'd never want to do that." He helped her lift her nightgown
over her head.

"Whoa, I'm kinda dizzy," she said.

"Yeah, the medicine. Or the kissing. Or both."

She lay back.

With a glance down, he said, "I knew your breasts would be
perfect."

He began kissing her lips again, letting his hands roam higher
and honor her feminine chest.

He stopped kissing and slowly moved his head down to her breasts
to lick and then suck.

Emma moaned with pleasure.

His hands slid lower, to her panties. After swirling his fingers
around on her mound, he nudged his fingers between her legs.

She spread them a little to allow him easier access.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she said.

"OK," he said, lifting his head and ceasing to caress her with
his fingers. "But it would be nice, wouldn't it? Who knows how
long you'll have to wait to find another man, or a boy..."

"Yeah... That's true too. It's like you know what I'm thinking."

Carl smiled. He went back to the nipple sucking and panty
fondling. He lifted his fingers and slid them down inside the
front of her panties, exchanging the feel of cloth for skin and
downy hair.

She reacted more strongly to direct touch of flesh on flesh
inside her panties. She raised her butt to let him pull them down
and off.

"You ever wonder what a penis was like?" he offered kindly,
removing his own underpants. Instead of making her get up, he got
up on his knees so she could examine and caress while remaining
flat on her back.

"That's pretty ugly," she said with a giggle. "But it feels nice.
Kind of like it's meant to slide into something -- some day."

Her interest in exploring his cock was perfunctory, just like the
other time, so he slid down beside her and set to work with
fingers on her pussy, pulsing on her clit, working a finger in,
pulsing and working it in further.

When she was sighing consistently, he pressed his cock against
her leg so she could feel his erection. At the same time he slid
his middle finger in and out of her pussy strongly.

"You do that in case I didn't get the idea?" she said with a
giggle. "I shouldn't... I really shouldn't."

"But why not? You're obviously big enough, somehow. A hairbrush
handle, maybe?"

"How'd you know?" she said with a mischievous smile.

"Lucky guess. You're so curious... With the drug you're not
really yourself... Who knows when the chance will come again..."

"When you put it like that..." she said.

He moved up into mounting position and once again held her lips
apart as he removed his thrusting finger and left his cock tip
right at the opening. He pulsed with his fingers on her clit.
Then he stopped and just held himself there at her opening.

"In... In!" she said.

He surged his penis inside. It went more smoothly and it went
deeper. Not that she would remember the earlier time to compare
it to.

"Oh!" she said, eyes wide.

He went back to alternating finger pulses with thrusts, gauging
her reaction.

After her arousal built for a few minutes, he kept his cock in
pretty far while he thrust and at the same time pulsed on her
clit.

She finally erupted with an "Ohhh!"

When her shudders subsided, he held himself up and began
thrusting. Now she could take his hardest thrusts in deep -- his
pubic bone bumped hers. And thirty seconds after her orgasm
ended, his pleasure exploded as he pulsed sperm deep inside her
pussy once more.

She snuggled up beside him. "I'm not a virgin!"

"That's true. How was it?"

"Really nice. You did it so hard... so intense."

"Yeah? You mind?"

"No, it felt good. Like I was sure you weren't just doing me a
favor or something."

He laughed. "No way. You were hot and sexy and you drove me
wild."

"Oh, goody," she said.

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"What's got into you, Emma?" said Liz.

"What do you mean?"

"You seem -- different, somehow."

"Yeah," said Megan. "You're weird."

"I sleep really well in that other room," said Emma. "I'd be
happy to just sleep there all the time."

Liz and Megan were delighted to take her up on that deal.

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Night after night Carl went through the routine. Ether, Amnesed,
wait...

Knowing more about Emma's reactions, he got smoother and faster
about getting from step to step. Kissing, tummy and breasts,
fingers in panties, lots of patient clit pulses, and then his
cock eased into her vagina, right where it belonged. She had an
orgasm every time. So did he, naturally. Such a splendid release.
Confidence -- confidence went a long way in getting her to agree
quickly and happily. He'd never been big on confidence before,
but here the deck was stacked in his favor. He got to practice,
while she stayed the same.

Twelve times he got to enjoy her reaction as she experienced sex
for the first time. But he remembered each one. Each time with
the lovely girl felt fantastic. He only wanted to do it more.

Suggestions for variety were not accepted enthusiastically. For
her it wasn't variety, of course -- it was the first time for her
every time. She turned down his offer to go down on her, and she
resisted his suggestions that she give him some head. Nor did she
ever want to do it a second time. He realized that riding him
cowgirl style would be unworkable because the medicine made her
unsteady sitting up. Doggy style wouldn't be much easier. With
Amnesed, she was good for lying flat on her back -- which was
wonderful, because in that position with her legs spread apart,
they could both have a tremendously good time.

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Emma smiled at him more during the day and even found an excuse
to talk for a minute here or there. He kept checking that she
remembered nothing. She might have no specific memories, but
somehow a lasting affection for Carl was building. He hoped he
treated her just like he would if he wasn't making love to her
every night.

A week before camp ended, Carl caught Liz alone during the day
and told her with firmness and confidence that she was being rude
and immature, saying those things about him. She'd better grow
up. What's more, for her safety she'd better watch out how she
insulted men. She caught the look of menace in his eyes. He had
the same talk with Megan. They listened, and they didn't talk
back. With those talks, he realized he also strongly countered
the large grain of truth in what they had been saying. He was
pussy whipped no longer. Or at least a lot less. Things with Mary
might be pretty much the same, but he felt much better about
life.

The end of camp neared. The girls all wanted to come back again
the next summer. They swore they'd even arrange for some friends
to join them.

When the camp ended, the financial situation wasn't any
different. But Carl didn't raise the issue of moving so he could
find work. He found a job a two-and-a-half hour drive away. But
he was fine with that, since it meant they could run the camp
another year. During the year he stayed over in the city two or
three nights a week. When the camp was in session, Carl came back
just about every night, even if he had to get up and leave again
six hours after he'd gotten back. He also arranged to take his
entire vacation during the camp session. The thought of Emma even
inspired him to lose a little weight.

The next summer Emma reappeared with her lovely reddish-brown
hair halfway down her back, with fuller breasts and hips. She was
even more sexy than before.

And somehow or other Emma managed to keep her small room to
herself, even as he built other rooms to house the new campers.
He made the other rooms more appealing, so the other girls would
naturally prefer them. But Emma's body somehow remembered what
happened in that little room and she wanted it and no other.

He lived for his summer affair with the gorgeous Emma. She
naturally completed her physical development year by year.

He took her virginity 103 times. Her sex drive strengthened too.
She became quite OK when he licked her to an orgasm. She was
willing to take his cock tip in her mouth as she lay on her back,
if he promised not to come in her mouth. He kept his promise,
because he could always come in her hot lovely pussy instead. She
was often willing to do it a second time.

But then after three summers it was time for her to move on to
other summer plans.

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"So, Emma, this is your last night in camp," he said tenderly.

"Yeah. I'm glad I finally got to do it. At least mostly glad.
Maybe just as well we waited this long, right? So we wouldn't be
tempted to do it again."

"Yes, my dear," said Carl, fighting back tears. "That was a very
good thing. You can just treasure this memory."

"I will. I will treasure it always." She kissed his cheek.

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Carl tried his medicinal tricks on a couple other girls, but none
of them was interested the way Emma had been, so he didn't press
the point. He'd had his Emma.

Charlotte had had enough after two summers. After five years,
Mary realized she didn't really like running the camp after all.

With Charlotte off at college, Carl had had enough of his
marriage. He left Mary and found a nice 40-year-old woman of a
reasonable size who liked sex. Oh, they got along in other ways
too, but the sex was really important. He was pussy whipped no
more.


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