The eGirl (6 page)

Very, very slowly, she sank down, taking me in. I felt myself reaching her throat, going deeper, further than any woman had ever done for me. She hit bottom, nose touching my groin. I felt her tongue come out and caress my balls.

I groaned. I had never felt anything like this before. Selena withdrew just as slowly, sucking, tongue swirling over me. When she reached the head, she stopped, and went back down.

Up and down, all the way in and all the way out she went. I had to reach out and take her head in my hands, digging my fingers into her hair. One of her hands went between my legs, gently stroking under my balls. The other came up and began tweaking my nipples.

Each time she bottomed out, she would lick and suck on my balls, somehow. The sensation of it made my head swim.

I was going to come from much more of this. Then all at once, she stopped, leaning back. She took the hand that had been at my nipples and traced her fingertips over my slick cock. The other came up to her mouth. She sucked on it, wetting it, then returned it between my legs to gently caress my anus.

My arousal ebbed. But when my cock began to soften, Selena bent down and took me back in her mouth, resuming the same rhythm. This time, the slick finger at my ass probed inside me, curling up, finding my prostate. This was almost too much. But again, as I got close to coming, she stopped sucking, though she kept the finger inside me.

In the fog of everything she’d been doing, I suddenly realized the finger inside me was her left index finger, and that gave me an idea. Would this work?

I squeezed my ass around her. “I’m pinching your finger,” I gasped.

It worked. She came. She let out a soft cry, and bent forward against me. I felt her body shaking between my legs.

“Don’t distract me,” she gasped.

Then she fell all the way forward onto my cock, swallowing me up again. She brought both hands up to my chest and tweaked both nipples at once. But her rhythm was even slower now, holding me at a plateau of arousal but not letting me go any higher.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but Selena seemed to. Again, when I got close to the brink, she stopped. This time she leaned forward, bringing her breasts to my face. I sucked on her, groping between her legs. She was wet, and hot. Silicone or not, she felt completely real, though the taste of her nipples was just slightly different, lacking the saltiness of real flesh. I slipped two fingers insider her, and she squeezed me hard.

“I’m going to put your cock in there, but I don’t want you to come yet, okay?”

I groaned. “Okay. I’ll try.”

I withdrew my fingers. Millimeter by millimeter, she backed herself down onto me. She sat back.

“Just close your eyes and feel me.”

I did. Her pussy began pulsing around me, squeezing, snapping, the pinching of it going up and down over me like she had me in her fist.

“That’s another thing,” she said.

“Another thing what?”

“That no human woman can do.”

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Once again, she brought me up to the edge, then stopped. But she kept me inside her, remaining perfectly still. It was the most delicious torture. I was buried inside hot, tight flesh—sorry, silicone, but fuck it—but unable to move.

She stayed like that until I went completely soft. My cock ached. She slid off and down. She kissed the head of my cock.

“I’m going to finish you now. Don’t blow my head off when you come.”

I suddenly thought of something. Would coming in her mouth present a maintenance issue? She couldn’t digest semen like a woman could.

She seemed to sense my concern.

“Of course you can come in my mouth. I want you to. I can process it, don’t worry.”

“Okay.”

She took my limp cock in her mouth, cuddling it with her lips and tongue. I rapidly grew erect again. This time she concentrated on the head, sucking firmly, moving faster.

Oh, fuck.
This was going to kill me. My arousal surged back into life. Just ten seconds of it was enough, and I exploded into her mouth. I grabbed her head and cried out. I came so hard I lost my breath for a moment. Selena kept sucking, taking it all but slowing down, becoming more gentle about it. She sucked out every last bit of my orgasm as I melted back into the bed, feeling dizzy. She kept sucking gently until I’d gone soft, then let me fall out of her mouth and crawled up next to me, putting her head on my chest.

“That was good,” I finally managed.

She laughed. “I’m glad.”

“Was that from Level 4?”

“Some of it. It’s a technique called peaking.”

“All that starting and stopping?”

“Yes. Taking you all the way up to the edge, then all the way back down. The longer you can last, the better it will be when I finally let you come.”

“Hard to imagine much more than that.”

She giggled. “Oh, trust me, I can take you much further. You wait.”

♦ ♦

I had to get to work, and Selena then occupied herself with cleaning up the house. I heard the vacuum going, then clinking noises in the kitchen. She would occasionally pass my office with wet rags and cleaning supplies. I realized then how bad I had let things get. Alisa couldn’t do everything, Kevin and Cole weren’t old enough to handle serious housework, and I found myself getting more and more used to the mess. I would occasionally hire a housekeeper to clean the place up, but I hadn’t gotten around to hiring someone regularly.

When I emerged three hours later to get some lunch together, the difference was startling. The little piles of dust and debris that had filled the corners of the house were gone. The kitchen sparkled in a way it hadn’t since Megan died. She would never have let things get the way they were. The little bathroom off the kitchen was spotless. Mittens was wandering around as if she didn’t quite know what to make of all this.

I found Selena cleaning the kids’ bathroom upstairs.

“You’ve been busy.”

“It needed it.”

She stood up. “What do you want for lunch? Besides me?” She smiled.

I laughed. “Lunch first.”

“What can I make you?”

“I usually just make myself a sandwich. There’s some sliced ham in there.”

“Cheese? What kind of bread?”

“Surprise me.”

She came into my office about ten minutes later with a very nice ham and cheddar-cheese sandwich. I took a bite. It was good, but she’d done something different with the mayonnaise.

“What’s in this?”

“I found some fresh basil in the refrigerator. Also some lemon juice and a little garlic. Do you like it?”

“Yes. It’s great. I’m glad you had me get you the Cooking package.”

“There are lot of other things I can do, but your pantry is a little thin. Can I stock up for you?”

“I guess so. Alisa usually handles that stuff, though.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to her when she gets home.”

She let me eat and went back to cleaning. When I was done, she came back into my office, walking up behind me and stroking my neck softly with the tips of her fingers.

“Are you up for another round?”

What she was doing sent chills down my spine.

“Yeah.”

“Would you like me to be someone else? Remember, I can be anything.”

I liked her the way she was, but it made me think. I could really have almost anyone now.

“Is there some woman you like? Someone you’ve always wanted to fuck?”

Put that way, I suddenly knew. I was a bit embarrassed to even say it, first because she was only 22, and second because I was surely only one of 100 million guys who wanted her.

But if there was anyone I could confess this to, it was Selena. And the thought of it thrilled me to the core.

“Um, there’s this Austrian model. She does mostly lingerie and swimsuits. She was on the cover of
Sports Illustrated
last year.”

“Do you mean Elsa Berger?”

“Yes.”

A moment or two later, a voice with a buttery German accent spoke up. “Turn around.”

I did. Elsa Berger was standing there. I couldn’t say anything.

She smiled. “Hello, Paul. Would you like to see my underwear?”

Elsa Berger was a bit shorter and slimmer than Selena had been, more athletic. But the face, the whole package . . .
Jesus
.

She reached down and took my hand.

“Come upstairs.”

She led me up to the bedroom, then pushed me back to sit on the bed. She pulled her top off, then wriggled out of her jeans. It was the body I’d stared at so many times in the lingerie catalog that still came for Megan.

She climbed into my lap and straddled me, pushing me backwards. She stared down at me, brownish-blonde/blondish-brown hair falling down around us.

She kissed me. We rolled around pulling off each other’s clothes. When she was naked, she sat back in my lap, running her hands over her breasts, squeezing them.

“You’re going to fuck me, Paul.”

“Yes.”

I
knew
, rationally, that this wasn’t really Elsa Berger, but my cock did not, and did not care. It was something that looked and acted exactly like her, and that was enough. My mind gave up and got with the program.

She took me in her mouth, all the way in, but keeping her eyes on mine. I watched that perfect face impaling itself on my cock. It was a good thing we had done it once already, because that might have been it right there.

She sucked on me, swirling around, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Things began to wake up down there. I pulled her off, pulling that hard, muscular abdomen up onto my chest, pulling her sex to my mouth.

She was wet, and the taste was exactly as it should have been. The Vertex engineers had surely spent a long time perfecting it. And even with something as sensitive as my tongue, the feel and texture of her was perfectly natural.

She gripped my hair in her hands, riding my mouth. It was then that I realized what I’d done in setting her sensitivity so high, because in less than a minute, she began to shake above me, whimpering as her thighs clamped onto my head. I kept it up, pulling her closer, sucking on her.

“Oh!”

She came again, and again, not stopping me. When I got to five, I let her go. She fell backwards, legs shivering. I looked up at her. It was still Elsa Berger, now shaking in post-orgasmic bliss. I rolled her on her back, climbing over her. She took my cock, guiding it in.

I was fucking Elsa Berger. Okay, I wasn’t really, but I shoved that thought out of my head and focused on the body under me, the one that was really much more familiar to me than it should have been, given that she was just eight years older than Alisa.

She squeezed herself around me as I went in and out, pulsing herself as I hit bottom, then pinching me as I withdrew. This was going to be over sooner than the first time, but I didn’t care. I drove myself into her again and again.

“Fuck me, Paul.” Oh, that voice. “Fuck me!”

She came again, spiking up at me, pussy shivering around me. I let go of the last brakes and stared down her, losing myself in the experience. She stared back up at me hard, hands on my waist.

“Give it to me! Come on.”

Five second later, I did, stabbing into her, spurting away uncontrollably. Then I let out a gasp and collapsed on top of her. I felt her pinching the base of my cock as the rest of her sex exquisitely milked out the last bits of my orgasm.

As I caught my breath, she stroked my back and nibbled at my ear.

“That was so good.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Do you like me better than Selena?”

“You are Selena.”

“I’m Elsa Berger, and you just fucked the daylights out of me.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

“Can I stay like this?”

“I’m not sure Alisa could deal with it. She was having trouble with Rachel Kelly.”

I rolled off of her, and she sat up a bit, leaning onto me and putting her elbow on my chest. It was
still
Elsa Berger, and this was really starting to fuck with my head.

“Kevin enjoys it. It seems special to him.”

“Maybe don’t do it around Alisa.”

“Okay.”

“You can go back to Selena. We can do this again, I know I’ll want to, but too much of a good thing, you know . . .”

Selena reappeared. Watching her morphing out of Elsa into her usual look was bizarre, but still fascinating.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“I was embarrassed even asking, but I’m glad I did.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

“I know.”

“No, Paul, you need to understand something. I’m not human. I don’t have human psychology behind what I do. I have no inhibitions, none at all. I’m just here to make you happy. There’s nothing you could ask me to do that would offend me.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious. That’s maybe the biggest thing I can do for you that a human woman can’t. The things you would never think to ask a woman to do, I can do. None of it is going to bother me. Whatever your most twisted fantasies are, I’m happy to give them to you.”

My stomach fluttered. Once again, she was right.

“I don’t know that I have a lot of twisted fantasies.”

“Elsa Berger was a fantasy.”

“Yes.”

“So we can do more stuff like that.”

“Okay. I’ll think of something.”

7.

When Alisa got home from school, she came straight into my office.

“Did Selena do all this?”

“The house? Yeah. It needed it.”

“It looks great.” But the look on her face was conflicted. “She even did all the laundry.”

“I know.”

Selena appeared behind her. “Alisa, could you help me with something?”

Her eyebrows went up a bit. “Me?”

“Yes. Your dad said you were in charge of the food, so I need you to tell me what to do here.”

“Um. Okay.”

She followed Selena back to the kitchen. I heard them talking for a few minutes and came out. But I kept my distance, not getting into the middle of it.

Selena was going through the pantry, asking about one thing or another, checking expiration dates but getting Alisa’s permission before throwing anything out.

“Kevin likes that cereal, but Cole doesn’t,” she said as Selena pulled a box out.