The eGirl

by Michael Dalton

  “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, leg
s 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.

  “All right. I’ll remember that. What does Cole like?”

  “Those berry loops, but he can’t have them every day or he gets hyper. I only let him eat them on weekends. On school days, he has to eat the rice puffs.”

  “Got it.”

  I left them there and went back to work. This went on for a while, even after Cole and Kevin got home in their carpool. After the pantry was done, they went upstairs, and Alisa showed Selena what to do with the boys’ laundry. She finally came down about half an hour later.

  “Everything okay?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. Is she really going to do all this stuff now?”

  “Is that a problem?”

  She shrugged. “What happened to chores being good for the soul?”

  “You guys have had it pretty rough since Mom died, you especially. You all deserve a break.”

  “Okay.”

  “Come here.”

  Alisa came over and sat in my lap, putting her head on my chest. I hugged her.

  “You’re still the woman of the house, don’t worry.”

  “I know. She’s just a robot. She’s a really cool robot, but . . .”

  “Yeah.”

  She was quiet a minute. “Do you still miss Mom?”

  “Every second of every day.”

  “I have to look at pictures of her more. It’s like I’m starting to forget what she looked like.”

  “I watch videos of us a lot. For the same reason.” I even had some videos Alisa had never seen and never would, things that were for me alone. It hurt to watch them now, but I’d made myself do it.

  Alisa hugged me and got up.

  “I have homework to do.”

  “I love you, honey.”

  “I love you too, Dad.”

  ♦ ♦

  Selena ordered up a load of food to replenish the pantry, which arrived around five. Again enlisting Alisa’s help, she put it all way, reorganizing things quite a bit. I got myself a beer and sat down with Cole and Kevin, who were doing homework at the kitchen table. Alisa stayed in the kitchen as Selena began making some chicken dish, watching her.

  “Would you like to help?” Selena asked.

  “I don’t know what to do.”

  “I’m braising chicken breasts in white wine and lemon juice. It’s not hard. I’ll show you.”

  She finished dusting the breasts in flour and got Alisa going with a frying pan.

  “You’re trying to sear them on the outside, then we’ll turn the heat down and add the wine.”

  “Okay.”

  It suddenly occurred to me what was going on here. Don’t start changing things around to fit me into their lives, she’d said yesterday. Let me do the changing. She had taken on a lot of their chores, but she hadn’t exactly taken over from Alisa, either. Instead she was doing it in a way that put Alisa in charge.

  It was not something that would have occurred to me. And not something I could have made happen with a real woman I was dating. No potential girlfriend was going to want to come into my life and defer to a fourteen-year-old. Nor should she have to.

  Selena noticed me watching them. My phone buzzed. I opened it discreetly.

  Do you think she’s okay with this? I want so badly for her to be happy about me.

  I think she is, I replied. Like you said, don’t push it.

  ♦ ♦

  We ate dinner. With Selena cleaning up now, I had more time to devote to getting the boys to bed, something Alisa normally had to oversee. As things began winding down, my phone buzzed.

  Elsa Berger would like to come visit tonight. She misses you already.

  Maybe if it’s late enough, I replied. I don’t know wh
at I’ve got left. Only if the kids are all asleep.

  She says she’ll sneak in after bedtime.

  I had some work I needed to get done and out to a couple of clients. My most reliable account was a local San Francisco blog, and I did most of the animated graphics and such for their articles. They’d just sent me a list of things they needed for tomorrow, and consequently, I was in my office past ten. Selena was quietly cleaning the last spots she hadn’t gotten earlier. Keith and Cole were asleep, and Alisa was going to bed when I came up. We said goodnight, and I went to bed myself, trying to ignore the anticipation in my gut.

  My light was out and I was nearly asleep when I heard the door to my room open quietly. It shut, and a few seconds later a body slipped into bed with me.

  “Hello, Paul,” Elsa said.

  I reached for her, feeling her curves and taut muscles, her hard little tits. She writhed against me, taking my cock in her hand, stroking it expertly until I was hard. Then she pushed me over my back. She threw a knee over my waist and straddled me, backing down until was inside her.

  “We have to be quiet,” I whispered.

  She said nothing, just squeezed me. She rode me slowly like that, rocking back and forth, pulsing herself rhythmically around me. A minute into it, she shivered and gasped, falling forward and kissing me.

  “High sensitivity?”

  “Yes.”

  I couldn’t see her beyond a dim shadow, but I could feel her body over me. I could imagine the rest, kept thinking off all those lingerie catalogs I’d seen her in.

  I was unsure of how far I could get after twice already today, but she got me nearly there in a few minutes of squeezing and rocking. When she pinched my cock a certain way, it almost felt like she was sucking on me.

  Then she lifted off, turned around, and was. She didn’t hold me off this time, just plunged down, pulled back, sucking hard, then down again. As I got close, she sensed it somehow and focused right on the head, tongue spinning against me. I let out a grunt and spurted into her mouth what little come I had left. As before, she kept sucking and cuddling my cock until it was limp. Then she slid up and lay on top of me.