“What would you have named her?” Elise asked.
I looked at the bottle in my hand, peeling at the label with my thumbnail to simply keep myself busy. “I tried to avoid thinking about it, it just hurt too much. But when I was digging her grave, I started to wonder. I sorted through names, trying to decide what the best one would have been. I settled on Penelope.”
Elise gave a soft giggle. “Momo, Sonja, Chloe, and Penelope. You certainly have a unique naming sense. I’d like to think I know what you felt. I’ve lost plenty of animals, I lost my parents one right after the other.”
“It wasn’t just the loss that hurt, it was the guilt. Had she just remained a normal deer in the wild, she would have eventually died, whether killed by predators, hunters, disease, old age, or still simply froze to death. But because I moved to that house, because I lived near her, she didn’t live long enough for any of that to happen. And it wasn’t like I had just hit a deer with my car and killed it, more like I injured it but that injury caused it to slowly die by the side of the road. But it was still more than that, because she was a person when she died. She might not have been your average Homo sapien, but she was a human being and she died a human’s death. It was like I made her just so she could suffer.”
“What do you mean?”
“Imagine you were pregnant and out in the frozen wilderness. You go into labor and immediately after giving birth, your baby freezes to death. Or imagine finding out you had passed on some horrible disease to your child so they only live a few minutes before dying. That was their whole existence. That’s what it felt like when I realized what had happened.”
I looked back into the living room, where the girls were all sleeping soundly. “Those girls in there, they’re my lovers, but in a way, they’re also like my children. I made them what they are, I’ve taken care of them from brushing their teeth to teaching them how to read, and I’ve loved them in every way possible. I suppose in any other situation that would sound weird and creepy, and believe me, I was definitely conflicted when Momo first appeared, thinking that it would be wrong for me to touch her, but I’ve come to realize that the life I’ve built with them can’t be described or judged by any kind of cultural norm. I’m just an average guy, but they’re one of a kind.”
While the conversation was somber, Elise was looking at me with a warm smile and sparkling eyes. “The fact that you feel like that makes me think that you’re the best person for this to happen to. You’re not average at all, but not because of those girls. The fact that you care so much about them, even for one you never got to meet, shows that you’re a good man. Most guys I meet would probably have just buried her like she was evidence and considered the whole thing a nuisance. I think Penelope was lucky, because even though you never knew her, you loved her. My mom used to say that as long as there is someone who will cry for you, you are blessed.”
“For so long now, I’ve wanted someone I could talk to about all this. Thank you… for being here. I know that this is a lot to ask, but if something ever happened to me, could you take care of the girls?”
Elise rested her hand on mine. “Of course I will.” As a woman who spent her life on a farm, her hands were strong, but they were also soft and delicate, and I turned over my own hand and cradled hers. We both looked at each other’s hands, then our eyes met. “How about we… go up to my room?” she asked.
I didn’t need to answer, we both stood up and I followed her upstairs with our fingers interlaced. We entered her bedroom and as soon as the door was closed, our lips met. We were both drunk so it was a very sloppy kiss, but our arousal was removing the fatigue of the alcohol. We pulled away so that I could pull off my shirt she could unbutton her blouse. She fell back on the bed, her ample chocolate-shaded breasts nearly bouncing out of her bra. She giggled as I unfastened her jeans and pulled them off, relishing the sight of them sliding down her long, smooth legs.
Now in just in her underwear, Elise moved up the bed and rested her head on the pillow. I pulled off my own pants and moved on top of her, the two of us continuing to kiss but now with our tongues swirling in the mix. Clumsy from my intoxication, I ripped off her bra and tossed it aside, showing off her cupcakes. I hadn’t noticed them before now, but her breasts were magnificent, D-cup without question with large areolas and nipples like two Hershey’s kisses.
I ended out kiss, no longer able to resist sampling her beautiful skin. My lips found her left nipple, pulling on it while using my tongue to tickle the tip. Elise cooed and gasped from the sensation, having gone far too long without such an intimate touch. But I wasn’t going to let her get accustomed to it. While the feeling was still crisp and sharp in her mind, I heightened it with the skimming of my fingertips across her flat belly, tickling and teasing her, sending jittering pulses throughout her nerves.
I switched her right breast, sucking hard like I had with Betty. I used one hand to massage her left, rubbing deep into the tissue to stimulate every receptor in her flesh. My other hand slid under her panties like a letter opener, my fingers finding her honeypot. Just having her breasts played with had already made her wet, making penetration easy. I stirred her up, turning her gasps into moans. The movements of my fingers inside her were gentle at first, just to make sure she was ready, then I increased the intensity, taking advantage of the difference in dexterity between my fingers and my penis. I was shaking my hand like a vibrator, striking every key nerve with pinpoint accuracy. After almost a year with three beautiful women, my bedroom skills were at their peak. I could cause devastating bliss with just one finger.
I raised my head, forsaking her breasts so that I could get better leverage and a better view. I looked down on Elise with a grin of satisfaction, watching her beautiful body writhe uncontrollably from the movements of my hand. I leaned back down and again kissed her to stifle her moans, all while the pleasure built and built. Her thighs clamped around my hand as she came and her voice reached that magical pitch.
Her panties were now soaked so I pulled them off her, letting me see her glistening slit. It looked so inviting. I turned around and leaned over, burying my head between her legs. I sampled the sweet aroma of her femininity, then the taste. My tongue moved between her lips like I was sliding a credit card, sending electricity through her and waking her up. I relaxed my posture, lying down beside her while still leaning over, but that changed. Fully fired up after that first orgasm, Elise pulled my manhood free and it slipped past her lips and was bathed in her mouth. She sucked it gluttonously, wanting to pay me back for my service to her breasts.
But this posture was awkward, so Elise took the initiative and climbed on top of me, settling her gorgeous ebony ass on my face while she gargled my cock like she was trying to drown it. In this position, I could fully enjoy the taste of her pussy and send my tongue deep inside her, trying to coax more of her nectar. While my tongue swept her interior, my lower lip moved back and forth across her clitoris like the tides, making her shiver each time. All the while, Elise was sloppily making love to my cock, basting it with saliva and then licking it clean. Wax on, wax off. She was trying to induce an orgasm in me, using her hands to stroke the shaft while she used her mouth on the head. However, after my sexual battle with Betty that morning, Elise would have to work harder than that to get me to shoot my load.
The time came for the main event. We separated and got back in the missionary position, ready to make the beast with two backs. I was just about to penetrate her when…
“Wait, do you have a condom?”
I was rather surprised that her mind was clear enough to consider that. I was sure that she had given in to her intoxication and lust. Though now that I thought about it, I was glad she did. She wasn’t like the girls.
“Uh… no. You wouldn’t happen to have any, would you?”
“God no, do you have any idea how long it’s been since I got laid? You’re the first guy I’ve had up here in like… ever.”
“Well you are on the pill, right?”
She gave me a sheepish look. “When you’re as busy with work as I am, some preions are forgotten.”
We both sat up, the wind no longer in our sails. “We could always… ask your sister? Hell, with how hard she parties with those hulks of hers, she probably caries a box of Magnums wherever she goes.”
“Oh please, does she really seem like the kind of girl to use rubbers?”
“Shit.”
I looked down my erection, slowly beginning to slacken with each pulse. When I turned back to Elise, she had a brave look on her face.
“There’s always the other way,” she said.
“Are you serious?”
“For months, I have had to listen to my sister brag about the insane things she does with those fucking whatever-men! I’ve spent my whole life working on this farm or in school while she moved from one boy toy to the next! I’m sick of playing the spinster! I want to do something dirty and kinky before I’m too sober to regret it! I want to be the slut for once!”
To be honest, I had never really cared about anal. In porn, it was always a very ‘meh’ subject for me. It wasn’t until the girls came along and I found out how opposed they were to it that I started to get interested. People naturally want what they can’t have, after all. Now that I finally had the chance to do it, I found myself more eager than I had been in a long time.
Elise got some squirts of moisturizer from a bottle on her bedside table and rubbed it on my manhood. With my member now lubed up, she lied back with her legs raised and spread. “Come on, let’s give it a shot,” she said.
Drunk Elise is awesome!
I moved between her legs, aiming my cock lower than I normally would. It touched her backdoor and her breathing quickened. I didn’t bother saying anything, I just pushed myself in. It’s a good thing she had applied that moisturizer, otherwise I never would have gotten in with how hard she was clenching. Her whole locked up and she gagged as my buried myself in up to the base. I had never felt anything like this before, this combination of physical sensation and mental satisfaction. Hell, this felt as big an accomplishment as popping the girls’ cherries, since, in a way, I was popping Elise’s and my own.
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