The Adventures of Eggy.
BOOK 1, Meet the Egg.
10. SHEILA AND WILL—FLAVORFUL
“Sheila and Will, you’re up. Will, shed the robe and get naked. Sheila, you don’t need to, yet, but you can at any time if you feel like it. Time for a trip around the world.”
“I got this idea from that Cosmo in the burner. Rose, Stella it was really smart of you to use it as well as the Playboy in your ingredients. Much better than using the Ken doll you had thought of first. Much more balanced. Sexier too.”
“OK Sheila, you start while I explain.”
“Will, Big Doll,” she says.
Sheila takes Will’s face-cheeks in the soft palms of her hands and guides his head gently down, kissing and then licking the top of Will’s forehead, right at the hairline.
“How does it taste?” I ask her.
She grins as she looks out at the group, “Delicious!”
She repeats the kiss then lick a cunt hair lower on the now erect boy’s noggin. Then again and again lower and lower, slowly, lingering on each kiss, creeping around Will’s mouth, spiraling closer and closer. She gently positions Will as if he was a mannequin, and he doesn’t move otherwise except to breathe and his penis, which is bobbing excitedly.
“Sheila and Will are having a contest. She’s challenged to kiss, lick, nibble and suck just one time each every bit of exposed skin she can find on Will, while he can’t move except what he needs to do like breathe and whatever his wang-doodle wants to do. Sheila can position him. Sheila has no terrible boring chore either. Will is a sweet guy, so now he also tastes good. Kobe beef, butterscotch, cordon blu, 80 year in the barrel scotch good. Sell his toenail clippings for big bucks to Hershey’s to grind up and add to their chocolate good. And his semen, divine.” If I had lips I’d have smacked them while making an opening upturned hand gesture with my non-existent fingers. Sometimes being a floating magical egg isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. “Any ladies—not Betty or Annette—won’t work for you—if you are curious, go lick Will once and only once, it can be a long lick or short tongue tip-only peck—when you stop moving or lift your tongue it’s over.”
“Sheila, hold up. Any takers?” Sheila stands aside,
I think Rose just wanted off Troy for a bit, his erection can be plainly felt under her bottom through their robes as he felt her up while dry-humping her by slowly gyrating his hips, while she was half-wishing half-dreading the fact that even a bone-head like Troy could get the idea to try the “Milky Rose” command.
She saw a way to get back, or at least communicate her displeasure at the indignities done to her. She straightened Will to stand tall, then licked her lips and put them onto his nipple, intending for a quick peck. But her curiosity got the best of her, she pushed her tongue between her lips and tasted his flavor. It was everything described. The shock made her pull back. She instantly regretted it. “Oh Wow! Can I have another taste?”
“Not now, later for sure. Any other Will-lickers out there?”
Rose actually pouted. As she slunk back towards Troy, I said, “I think Aram would like to get closer to you. Move to his lap now.” Not only did Aram sit up and grin from ear to ear, he opened his robe displaying his stiff dick. Rose picked up her robe from Troy’s lap and placed it over Aram’s hard-on, then sat on his lap side-saddle, both legs to the left of Aram’s. Aram reached around her middle, pulled her close and whispered in her ear.
“Oh shit” she thought as Aram lent forward and put his mouth around her nipple and started sucking while gently squeezing the breast in and out with his hand. She tried not to but moaned all the same on the first squirt.
“Damn I wish I thought of that,” Troy said. “What’cha drinking?”
“Beer”
“Like beer anytime? Cool”
“Hey!” Sam shouted, remembering that it was his brew that was being drained. “Stop it.”
By now Rose was starting to be all het-up again. The easiest way to find release was at hand, she pulled the robe off Aram and knelt on it in front of him, wrapping her tits around his cock. It only took a few up and down jogs before he came all over her chest and face. She came at the same time wetting her robe.
As she cleaned her puss and other sticky bits, I told her that Aram had his fun, to go sit on Andy’s lap next.
Meanwhile Stella got up—she was walking pretty gingerly, almost on the tips of her toes with her butt obviously clenched. She sticks her tongue deep in Will’s mouth then slowly drags it out, careful not to lose flesh on mouth-organ contact sliding across his face to his ear, where she realizes she’s run out of skin and reluctantly steps back. “Holy Cow, that’s amazing? How’s he going to keep from being eaten all up by the first cannibal he runs into?” Will winces but cannot talk until the contest is over. He hadn’t thought of that yet. Not that there were a lot of cannibals in Wisconsin since that Gein thing back in the ’50 before he was born—but there were biters—Rose had gone through a phase. And mosquitos.
“I’ll answer that. First though anybody else want a turn? Sorry Aram, girls only.”
Vicky was next, a quick peck on the cheek and then a look of regret at not having lingered to get a fuller taste.
Gail got up last, and slowly circled the statue-like teen. If it wasn’t for the red red robbin bobbin’ along the way, he could be made of marble. She started he tongue on his shoulder and careful to maintain contact, licked he way down his chest through his belly button towards his dangling fun sacks.
“Careful,” I said. “Bring him off and Sheila will have to start again”.
I could see this caused Gail to smile, as much as she could with her tongue out. It was obvious she didn’t care a fig about what Sheila did of didn’t do. She licked his balls and then down the length of his cock ‘till reaching the tip, then opening her lips and plunging as much of her mouth around it as possible.
“OK, the only place you can go from here is back off,” I told her. Which she did slowly, giving an extra final suck on the tip, where she was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum.
“It really is amazing,” she commented as she stood and Sheila resumed her voyage of lingual exploration in Will’s arm-pits—making him squirm involuntarily despite his “freeze” state.
“Stella asked about how we are preventing someone from turning Will into person stew or grinding him up as a seasoning flavor.” Will’s skin is magical. You can’t cut it with a knife. Even a chain saw, armor piercing bullets or mortar will fail, they will deflect, misfire, and on occasion turn on the wielder if they don’t desist. He’s Iron Man without the iron. But only when violently attacked. If he’s relaxed and consciously allows it, medical shots and such will still get through. But a knife in the back or bullet in the brain, not going to happen. In fact, while I am around, all plans to do any of you physical harm from others will not be allowed. This is my first promise. You’ll be late to the airport for any planes that crash, drunk drivers will swerve away from you. Any train you get on will arrive safely. Just don’t be stupid and push it like jumping out of a plane without a parachute, ok?”
I then added, “Assuming you all generate enough manna through your acts for me to be able do so.”
Sheila thrust her tongue down Will’s throat. Deeper and deeper, impossibly deep, a clear oily slime greasing the way. Will’s eyes go wide, but he can’t resist. This wasn’t part of the rehearsal, which had been pretty damn fun, he had reflected afterwards.
“Just relax and enjoy Will, just breathe like normal. Will may have got special skin but what did Sheila get?, you ask. Sheila slowly withdraw your tongue so that just the tip stays in his mouth, then put it all back in.”
As she pulled out her tongue seemed to stretch to impossible seeming length, like a lizard or frog. There were gasps all around as she then plunged deep into his maw again.
Will couldn’t understand how he wasn’t choking, how he could still breathe despite the obvious blocking of his air passage. The meaty tongue was all in, almost to his gut, twisting and turning all the way down, sliding under one, then the other side, then both sides at once of Will’s much lesser mouth meat.
“Thing you should know about Sheila’s tongue. Sheila slow down moving and just let your licker do the work. Everybody listening? You’re going to like this, Carl.”
“When Sheila if French kissing, her tongue grows to fill the space, when it comes out she can shrink it back to normal or keep it long and prehensile for about 10 minutes. Not only does air pass right through, it filters out smoke and pollutants, and allows about 30% more oxygen through, giving a mild euphoric high and providing extra boost to his muscles. If you need to move furniture or dig a well, get Sheila to French you first, it’ll make it easier. And it’s going to make Will feel her ministrations more intensely, for sure.”
“Wow,” said a bug-eyed and deeply intrigued Andy. I knew then the plans had to include setting up him and Sheila—I would make sure she’d equally enjoy his “gift” when she tried it.
“That’s enough there Sheila, two minute limit on that extra oxy. Keep travelling Sheila, Get him off or get off the pot.”
She withdrew from his pie-hole and her tongue returned to normal. Grapping him by the hips, she sat him on the mattress and straddled him, throwing off her robe. The silk cream colored matching bra and panties showed a trim athletic body. It was a bit of a shame that despite being five years younger than Betty, her face hadn’t aged as well, it was quite pretty at one time but the hard living she’d done before meeting Carl had started showing up a few years back. Well I could change that. This was the first step.
“So what are the stakes in this game? Priceless. Will just turned 18. Sheila 37. Now Will’s body will gradually age 2 years and Sheila’s will regress two. If Sheila wins then they will complete this process by his next birthday, he’ll physically be 21 and Sheila physically 36 or so instead of 38. If Will wins this won’t happen until he turns 20 and finish when he hits 21 but physically be 23. But it’s not so bad, it’s not going to change either of their lifespans, Will then just loses the vestiges of adolescence earlier than he otherwise would have. We’re going to talk about aging later today, I promise. And you are all going to feel real lucky to be stuck with me organizing your lives when that happens. ”
OK, so I got some skeptical looks at that statement.
Sheila was straddling Will’s face sucking his toes, letting her panty wrapped puss dangle just above Will’s nose and his dick brush against her flat stomach. Unfair I thought. But not against the rules.
Meanwhile Rose had settled on Andy’s lap. “Don’t be down about your new tata’s” he told her. “They really are beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She snuggled a bit closer.
“I’d really like to touch them. Is that groovy? You can say no and it’s OK.”
She really didn’t mind being made to feel good, it was the lack of say that bothered her most. And she felt for the first time a bit of control. I saw this was starting to understand how to get her to do what I wanted without using up my power by pushing. I had to make her remember that she had thought it through and chosen to go along with the plan, whatever I said the plan was. And then she’d do it the best that she can. Excellent.
“No, It’s OK. I think I’m going to be visiting a few more laps before the day is done.” And she added loudly, “THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A GENTLEMAN AND ASKING.” Troy received her piercing stare.
Sheila removed her bra and her breasts dangled against Will’s legs, dick and then chest as she slowly kissed and sucked her way up the insides of his legs, alternating left and right as she went. This sent his cock into a somewhat comic frenzied waggle. But if she kissed it she lost, and she was running out of skin.
Suddenly she flipped him over and raised him up onto his hands and knees and plunged her tongue into his ass. Deep I’d say, she’d used her mighty tongue powers to cut right to the chase and tickle his prostate from within. He let out a howl and came all over the sheet.
“Score! The winner—Sheila! You figured out that strategy without any help at all. So as a bonus, smear as much of Will’s cum as you can over your skin—for the next 30 seconds it will act as powerful anti-wrinkle lotion and age-inhibitor.”
Will, released from his manikin-like existence started to collapse downward on top of the sticky sheet. Sheila was having none of that and pushed him over to the side with one hand while scooping as much off the mattress on her index finger as she could, bringing it up to her forehead and then using both hands to spread it around her eyes, nose, lips and chin. A second trip to the mattress found another glob of cock-spit, which was quickly massaged into her neck and across her chest and belly.
“Times up” I said just before she brought up the third and smallest glob off his dick towards her belly. She though for a second what to do with it, then remembered what I’d said and sucked it off her finger. Where she had spread his seed had gone bright white, like clown makeup.
“It does taste divine. Even better than his skin. I’ve never had anything like it.... wow.”
“Before we continue, Sheila, do you want to know a bit more about what your amazing new tongue can do?”
“Of course”
“First is it can grow to fill a space in a lover. Mouth, ass, pussy whatever. And when like that it has strong muscles that can push in any direction all the length of it. In that state it secretes a slippery mucus that lubricates, coats and protects it, keeping unpleasant tastes to a minimum and shedding any picked up food or feces, such as when it goes up the poop-chute or into a nasty mouth that just ate a Big Smack.”
“Second, your sense of taste is much more refined. You can distinguish all the ingredients in the food you eat, and if you have learned their name once, you can always identify them. You can tell right off from one sip the Coke formula, from one bite the Colonel’s Secret Recipe and if the fish they serve you at a four star restaurant is really fresh, or they are passing off the frozen kind.”
“Third, you now are very good at picking up new languages. All you have to do is try. But the words don’t sink in to your brain until you say them out loud.”
“Fourth—Incredible blowjobs. You can extend that tongue up to a foot longer and its powers reaches all the way past the back of your throat. You can swallow even Carl’s monster to the hilt and wrap your tongue around his balls. And for those without Carl’s, er, girth you might have enough length to lick their ass. Or even get the tip in. Think of that. Test your ‘mouth-tongue-balls-ass technique’ out with Will during the next pairing, he should be recovered by then and you’ll be the first to fully taste his new flavour. I can assure you that you start as master-level fellatiatrix and will only get better with practice. Call this BJ a consolation prize to Will for his lost youth.”
“Betty, bring your hand-mirror in here and let Sheila see herself.”
As Betty ran upstairs to her dresser, the group turned to look at Rose, who was now kneeling between Andy’s legs giving him a boob job. She didn’t even need to be asked, his fondling had excited her enough to want to feel his dick between her full, fleshy hangers. It only seemed fair to her.
Betty handed Sheila the mirror as Will sits up and grins goofily. “I won’t really miss what’s left of puberty. Does this mean I can buy beer?”
“No,” Sam says, reflexively.
Sheila gasps in dismay to see her clown white face. “It should just be dust by now. Wipe it off.” She grabs a tissue and moistens a corner of it in her mouth, then starts wiping her face. Bit by bit her new look is revealed, some wrinkles remain, but even the deepest are now just faint traces. A peek in the mirror again, another tissue and as she sees more and more she speeds up her cleaning.
“I think you should go up and look at yourself in the full length bathroom mirror,” I suggest.
She races up the stairs, not bothering to dress, still just in the flesh colored panties.
“OK, this seems like a good time for a comfort break. A round of drinks, and perhaps this would be a good time to bring out the snacks you made, Betty. We still got a ways to go yet. Then it’s your turn. Troy, change the sheets, Annette help him.”