Oviposition Kink: Helping Ed Hide Eggs

Ed’s oviposition kink took me by surprise.

While his wife was with her family this weekend, Ed asked me to come over to help him hide eggs for the upcoming Easter. Curious about how I could help, I agreed. I did not expect the egg hiding to be an oviposition kink.

My suspicions only grew as I saw all sorts of candy eggs already hidden in the house. I raised an eyebrow at Ed. In response, he gave me a grin and led me to the bedroom.

As I entered, Ed held up a set of bright pastel eggs, ones that looked regular-sized but slimy. “They’re made from gelatin,” he explained, his eyes eager. There was a little bit of shame, though. “I thought it might be… uh, a little fun to mix it up?”

I confess, I never expected Ed to have an oviposition kink. He seemed very vanilla, but hey. The fun part of any partner is to experiment, and I was curious about how they would feel once inside me.

Now, I’d always assumed that in oviposition kink, there would be a toy to deposit eggs, as I see on Bad Dragon.

But Ed wanted to put them inside me by hand. While explaining how they worked, how safe they were, and how they’d melt out via my body heat, Ed helped me undress and assume a ready position, my legs spread and ready for egg insertion.

More than the eggs, I was turned on by his eagerness. He clearly did his research and wanted to show off. And once my pussy lips were spread, and my vagina open, he picked up a pastel purple egg, biting his lip.

“Go for it,” I teased him, my foot brushing his shoulder. “You know your wife won’t do this with you.”

At that, he smiled a little. “Oviposition kink is go,” he announced and slowly flew the egg to my pussy. It was dumb, nerdy, and endearing. I laughed with him, playing along.

It didn’t take much for the egg to push inside. It was round, and Ed was pushing the smaller tip in first. Plus, Ed himself was bigger than these eggs. Instead, they felt heavy and solid. Unlike the hard plastic toys I was used to, they were very soft, and they had much more give.

Clenching around them only made them slip out, and more than once Ed had to push them back inside my hole. There was no base, and my pussy struggled. With each press against my opening, my arousal soared.

At three eggs, I didn’t think I could take much more. My pussy felt full, and my walls were clenching around the different sections inside. I was moaning, feeling pressure in all new sorts of spots. But Ed soothed me, patting my head. “You’re going to take all 12, sweetie,” he promised.

I had not expected his oviposition kink to be that strong.

At 6 eggs, we ran into some problems.

My pussy was too full. All my muscles were cramping to keep all 6 eggs inside. Ed’s hands were full trying to keep them inside, slippery as they were. “Alright. Position change,” he told me.

My eyes fluttered. I didn’t think he was serious about all 12, but his look of determination remained steadfast. With how much my muscles were spasming against all 6 eggs, I couldn’t move, and all my limbs were trembling. But gently, he lifted my body onto my stomach and propped up my hips with about four pillows.

With the new angle, gravity helped keep the eggs inside.

Ed pushed another one past my lips. My hole was now open and I could barely feel the stretch, but I did feel how it knocked against the other eggs, sending them deeper, and pressing them into new angles in my channel. I wiggled my hips, trying to get adjusted. Ed was very serious about his oviposition kink, and I didn’t want to lose any of them, despite my pussy trying to expel the many toys inside it.

Then, he pushed another egg inside. All of them pushed even deeper, forcing tremors throughout my body. Heat continued to build as my pussy leaked a combination of gelatin and juices, my thighs trembling to try and stay upright.

Honestly, part of me wanted a pussy plug so that I could keep the mess inside me. However, the position Ed had me in? It forced my body to keep the eggs inside.

At the eighth egg, I let out a cry and came all over myself, body shaking. Ed had to hold the eggs in place, keeping my body from expelling them. But he wasn’t done yet. He held up the ninth egg.

“We’re not done yet,” he let me know.

How many do you think I took? Call me and I’ll tell you- or just indulge in one of your own fantasies with me!

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