The Adventures of Eggy.
BOOK 1, Meet the Egg.
18. STELLA AND CARL—THE MAGIC ACT—PART 1
Now the grand finale. Carl was a bit taken aback at rehearsal, but he’s a natural ham and later when he saw what was up really got into it. Stella was just embarrassed, which I twisted into aroused. But now that things are settled down, she’s back to both nervous and ashamed, which is like clay in my hands. Her nips are hard as diamonds. She’s trying to ignore the plug in her pooper, but it feels so good that occasional involuntary moans have been escaping her lips all day as it wiggles away. No one here is ever going to forget this—unless I tell them to.
“Magic? No such thing. There’s only different types of energy, space, time and matter and the manipulation of all. Believe the giant floating egg on this. First, a demonstration. Will, dim the lights.” I expend a little energy creating a round spotlight effect on our makeshift stage in front of the mattress. I have Aram and Marc place a sturdy waist high side-table at the edge of the glow. On it is a cheap top hat, a thin black stage magician’s magic wand with white tips and two metal rings.
Carl removes his robe, he wears a t-shirt with the printed pattern of a tuxedo front, nothing else. His monster dick is only semi-flaccid, attracting some ‘oohs’ and ‘aws’ from the ladies present who haven’t seen it before. They guy all try to look away in feigned disinterest, but there is something about its bouncing bigness that draws the eye. “Rooster Street presents ‘The Great Carlini,” he announces. There is some polite applause.
He picks up the hat and reaches in, coming up empty handed. “No rabbit? I swear I put one in there last week, " he grins, and then places it on his head. “Where did it go? Down the rabbit hole maybe?” Maybe my assistant Stella knows, come on up here dear.
Stella steps up, slightly taller now that she wears her highest heels. Carl helps her off with the robe. She’s wearing the blue demi-bra and gartered fishnet stockings that Marc saw earlier. A small bow tie now smartly circles her neck, framing her pretty young face and flowing shoulder-length black hair. A tiny top hat is pinned at a jaunty angle on her head.
“Where can that rabbit be? Did Stella swallow it?” Standing behind her, one arm circling her waist. Carl gently opens her mouth with the free hand and inserts two fat fingers, running them around until one cheek and then the other bulge, getting them slick with spit. “Nope, what about this hole.” He spreads her legs open with his other hand, and removing the saliva moistened fingers from Stella’s cake-hole thrusts them onto her now blushing pussy. Sawing them back and forth, in and out, he says, “Can’t feel anything but good here.” She’s on display, being masturbated in front of her friends and family, getting turned on and hoping they aren’t looking at the same time. Her shoes have forced her to stand almost on her toes, and Carl’s invading digits have made her try to rise even higher, clenching her ass around the plug inserted into her rectum.
I’m monitoring her shame and embarrassment, and turning all but enough to flush her face into passion—though she knows that she would normally feel shame instead. A small tear of confused frustration rolls down her cheek as she says the line we rehearsed, “Did you try everywhere, Carlini?” in a slow sexy voice.
“No, now that you mention it, there is one more place to look, and he turns her sideways in silhouette to the audience, and bends her over the table, A round, white fluffy cotton ball about three inches across is tied to the loop at the end of her plug.
“What have we here? Have you been stuffing things up your butt again you naughty girl?” He rubs her nether cheek fondly, then he pinches the monster sticking out of her ass between two fingers on his dry hand and pulls it out an inch so that the others can see it. It’s thicker than at the base, and her sphincter expands as he leave it hanging there. She lets out a little moan.
“Safety first call before you dig and use your emergency clips.” Carl takes two of the large metal hinged rings and snaps them in place over each of her legs and around the legs of the table—she’s not really stuck there, lift the table and they’d fall to the ground. but as long as she leans on it she can’t close her legs or get away—not that this crosses her mind.
“I wonder if the rabbit got trapped up here? Better take this out.” He starts to very slowly withdraw the plug, the crowd gasps, as it seems to grow and grow and grow in length, two inches, three, five, seven, a foot and more..
“No, no” mutters Betty, who can’t believe something so big could fit into a girl so small.
Carl, as instructed, deliberately misunderstands and plunges it back in to the hilt, “I shouldn’t take it out?” Stella goes “Oooooh.” and throws her head back.
“How?, Did you see?” mutters come from the others.
“Let’s try that again.” Carl gently but deliberately pulls out a good foot and a half long dildo attached to the plug, with more to come as the head has yet to emerge. “Magic!” he says while plunging it back in and then out again, and once more. Three more times with long slow strokes and she explodes shouting in orgasm, as he finally removes the plug, which proves to be about as long and as wide as a policeman’s nightstick. Stella leans on her elbows on the table, so low her sweet small tits swing with the nipples brushing its top, still bound by the rings around her ankles, breathing heavily.
“Is that silk I see?” Carl passes a couple of fingers into her slightly gaping bum which is slowly relaxing shut. Slowly he withdraws a blue silk handkerchief; at the end there is a knot with another orange hankie tied to it. As it flows past the creamy silk rubs against Stella’s now closed and extra-sensitive sphincter, causing a shiver of ecstasy, and a gulp of air in reaction to the thicker knot. Tied to that is another different bright colored handkerchief and then another, similar to the trick that magicians have done as an alternative for entertaining Attila the Hun who otherwise liked sawing a real lady in half and expecting them to put her back together. With each knot Stella gasps and her pussy starts leaking girl-juice down her legs.
Finally the scarves come to an end with a pink thong bikini bottom tied last, which Carl holds up for all to see, “I guess these are tiny enough to get sucked up a woman’s ass.” gets a few laughs, mostly from Troy. Carl takes a bow, There is polite but bewildered clapping.
“OK, what else is up there? It’s worse than a woman’s purse!” He spreads her cheeks with his dry hand, and buries his other into her sopping cunt. A few strokes there and he cups his fingers into a curve and shoves his whole hand up her ass. “Wooooooo ahhhhhhhh ohhhhh,” she cries. While the shocked audience looks on with awe and horror. They’ve seen enough magic acts to not really believe what they see, but at least a few of them are squirming on their own tushies.
Carl pulls out a capped lipstick—he twists it open to show that it’s almost all gone. “Why do ladies always carry these around?” He throws it over his shoulder and plunges his hand back in her backside. Out comes a flashlight, long and black. “Missing the batteries,” he says as he puts it back in, then takes the wand off the table and inserts it to about half way and says “Presto”, then reaches back in, twists about some, and then pulls the flashlight out again, now lit. Other objects appear, coins, a cucumber, a spoon, a 6-oz coke bottle, and finally a stuffed rabbit.
“Mr. Cuddles!” Annette cries. She reaches out and grabs it from Carl’s hand. “So that’s where you got to, all dark and stinky up that nasty girls bum. Hey, he’s dry!”