The Adventures of Eggy.
BOOK 1, Meet the Egg.
2. MEANWHILE DOWNSTAIRS...
Lying in a pile of unwashed laundry beside the dryer, Marc also was clearing from his sex-mad fog. Underneath him Annette, taking in his cock with slippery ease between some bright pink and somewhat inflamed pussy lips. He was starting to feel a little sore himself, and definitely thirsty, in need of a beer. And he never liked Annette, why is he doing this? Ever since he became the Bullman’s tenant in the basement room last year they had been at odds, mostly because she was a slut who looked down on Will’s friends because they were a year younger. That hadn’t stopped her from repeatedly fucking that idiot Troy though, even if he was officially seeing Stella at the time. She’d left home for her own apartment at one point, and life became easier, but had returned after finding out her new roommate wasn’t going to wait on her hand and foot and ran around almost as much as she did, sometimes with his ex-wife. She may be a home-wrecker, but she has standards.
Slowly pumping away, Marc chanced his first look around the room, besides the laundry area it had an old couch, a black and white TV from the early 60’s hooked up to the antenna on the roof, thankfully all 4 channels plus a weird uhf station that only came clear late at night, and a sturdy old round table which was the frequent site of shared weed smoking among the basement regulars. Marc’s room was defined by a curtain in the south corner; he had a window, a bed, and best of all his own small tiled washroom with a toilet, a showerhead, water controls, a drain at the low point and a mirror, no shower curtain. In fact, when Sam showed it to him Marc joked “Shit, Shower and Shave all at once, right” and Sam had to agree, though he also said “Watch that potty mouth”.
If they were fucking, why weren’t they comfortably on his bed? At least they were behind the machines where they couldn’t be seen. The answer became both clear and perplexing as he looked across the room at the sofa, where he saw his “Old Hippie” burnout boss Andy’s head at one end on the couch’s armrest, and his feet over the one at the other end, and some blond girl with a Farrah hair style who looked familiar, “That Aram’s psycho ex-girlfriend?” he thought. She bounces up and down on top of Andy. Because of the couch’s back he couldn’t see what was happening between Andy’s head and feet, but the topless blonde using him as a human trampoline made it clear that she is riding the hell out of Andy’s johnson. “It is Vicky”, Marc realizes, “Weird”.
Marc pulls out of Annette, as she starts to protest he flips her over, pulls her up to her hands and knees, and plunges back in. On his knees he has a clearer view of the proceedings around the room—no need for him and Annette to hide, it looks like the whole fucking gang are getting their ashes hauled. Except Troy—he was here, wasn’t he?
While Annette’s cunt feels fine, Marc’s been pumping it for a while without quickening towards climax, and he’s become more aware of his surroundings and his state, including having a terrible thirst; he’s sweated through the shirt unbuttoned but still on his back, not to mention the six, or is it seven times he’s aware of that he’s cum in and on her. There’s some beer hidden in his room, but how to get there without leaving Annette’s quim? He looks around again as Andy emits a “Woo! Hot young pussy! You’re so awesome girl!” and Vicky blushes deeply but keeps riding away.
This brings Marc out of his sex-daze again, not stopping but slowing down and putting a lot of side to side motion into the action down below. This helps stiffen him up, as he focuses on the table, where his current off-and-on girlfriend Stella is sitting legs wide apart while Will is pushing into her, sliding her ass back on the table and pulling her forward again with the hands behind her ass. Stella’s arms are around Will’s shoulders and she is kissing him and licking his ears and nibbling his lobes while breathing quite heavily. Marc’s already stiff erection gets harder still.
“What’s going on?", Annette asks and tries to bring her head up.
“Nothing to see” Marc replies, pushing her gently but firmly back onto her face and chest messily on top of the pile of sweat and human-fluid soaked clothing, while speeding the pace of their coupling in her upturned cunt, which has the desired effect of causing her to moan in pleasure.
“Is that Rose’s ass?” he asks himself, looking at the couple on the near side of the table past the couch. Though he can’t see her face, the long red hair is unmistakable. The short brown-skinned guy shoving his cock into her ass has to be Aram, a foreign student now a close friend who’s preparing to study at the local university, once he’s finished getting his American high-school accreditation. She is bent forward, her jiggley, freckled naked breasts sliding back and forth across the table with each stroke. Even in this dim light it looks to Marc that something odd colored—like an out of the world psychedelic purple-orange sparkly powder has spilled across the table and is rubbing into and coating Rose’s tits and Stella’s ass, and both are starting to glow faintly and sparkle.
On realizing this, though not understanding it, Marc climaxes, which trigger’s Annette’s orgasm. She sinks down onto one of Sam’s white work shirt that is sopping wet with her and Marc’s fluids, and Marc pops out of her now fully aware of his strong thirst and ready to do something about it.
He may hate her, but they’d just spent the better part of two hours fucking and sucking, so he gets Annette a beer as well as one for himself from his hidden stash. They both guzzle theirs down in one gulp, Annette stands up and looks around confused, Sam’s shirt sticking to her chest, molded wetly on each breast slick with cock snot and pussy jism, her nipples erectly poking up and out slightly. She reaches under the shirt and starts rubbing her swollen clit.
“What the hell, they probably need it”, Marc mutters as he pops the caps off six more beers. He goes over to Andy and asks, “How’s it going?".
“It’s going righteous, dude” the long haired 60’s survivor mall knick-knack and doo-dad store manager says, “Do you know who this is?” pointing with the beer Marc has handed him at the petite lady orgasming wildly on his knob, soaking his pubes. “Whoo, here I go too—darlin’, you may want to get off me first.” Andy, even at his most wasted always tries to be a real gentleman as far as not cuming without permission in a stranger’s cunt is concerned, though in this case he’d already shot up her puss a couple of times while still in his own sex-driven mind-fog.
“I can take it. Give it to me again! Again! Again!” she forcefully declares.
“This is Vicky.” Marc hands her a beer too. “Weird to see you here.”
“Hello Vicky, pleased to meat your acquaintance, ha ha UGH, Unghhh,” Andy grunts as he unloads into her unprotected womb, then takes a big slug of beer. “Old Waukegan Premium Ale, not bad. Hot and horny young women, finest kind.”
Marc walks over to the table as Will pulls Stella tight and floods her sopping pussy, triggering her release. Marc hands them a beer each. “I bet you need this”.
Will inhales the whole bottle at once, Stella takes a delicate sip, a breath, and then chug-a-lugs her entire beer too. Will looks down at Stella, who’s pussy is leaking all over the table, and who’s ass seems to be glowing with this weird shit that is spilled out of what looks like an overturned round mini-weber barbecue, a tripod where one of the legs has come off spilling half-burned objects. “What happened?” Will asks the still panting Stella and the always cool in a crisis Marc. At that moment Will felt deep love for them both. Seeing a half-burnt magazine sticking out of the brazier, he asks “Hey wait a minute! Is that my new Playboy?” Will then notices that there also seems to be a weird assortment of other singed to blackened objects either in the pot or spilled across the table, the lacy bra Rose wore on the night he took her virginity, a half-ticket to a porn movie theatre, one of Marc’s ceramic whack pipes, and most disturbing what looks like a used condom, and some other stuff too burnt to identify.
Aram is still pounding away at Rose’s ass—it becomes fascinating to Will, to Marc and to Andy as they become aware that this is where Aram’s cock is disappearing up. Will feels a bit peeved at this, as the one time he tried to get her to do anal, Rose became all huffy and called him a pervert and wouldn’t let him even fuck her for three whole weeks. Rose’s tits are becoming completely coated with the purple-orange-glowing sparkle, their stickiness aided in part by Aram blowing a huge wad all over them as the end to the last of the three blow jobs Rose gave him today. So far.
“I—uh uh”, Rose pants. “I mean we, oh yeah!", “I mean Stella and I...”
At that moment I chose to be born into this world.