Every Time Is Your First Time on Groundhog Day
by Sterling
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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!
"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.
"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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
"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.
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.