Culture shock
Felt like dropping by. Not likely to post with any sort of consistency due to a busy schedule. Very happy to see this community thriving. I thank you all for your time! And without further ado, please enjoy!
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It was not uncommon for you and your girlfriend to have different plans over how you celebrated some holidays, from the slightest change in cuisine to the date in question, and on this easter the first one you would actually manage to spend together due to getting some long-deserved days off, you’ve decided to do something different. Instead of compromising by alternating back and forth between customs, you’d celebrate it both ways at once.
Fortunately, this was something that didn’t even require that much preparation. And you didn’t even need to come up with an excuse to buy some organic paint as she was planning on dying actual eggs instead of painting over fake ones. And why did you need the paint? To leave her a kind-hearted surprise, of course. While she would be busy preparing the delicacies she was so fond of, you would put your artistic skills to the test, painting and hiding 10 eggs around the house. The final two, to fill a dozen, would be your own, that she would struggle to find. The perfect prank.
Once she would find the easy bunch, she would start bending over, trying to search everywhere, oh goodness, just thinking about that ass of hers in those tight pink shorts, well, it made it easier to paint your eggs on account of the obstacle getting out of the way of its own accord. A perfectly healthy reaction from a perfectly healthy man, after all.
The cold touch of paint at the edge of the brush was quite the experience all in itself. It tickles, yes, but the way the paint spreads over your nuts, coating them in a sticky substance, it’s a bit too stimulating. Maybe you should ask her to have a go with it… or maybe not, at least not until you’re mentally prepared. After all, you’ve experience her sadistic tendencies first-hand. It was quite charming, in a way, when she would take control and leave you gasping for air, begging her to show mercy. Ah, you’re getting distracted again, you need to do this right, after all. This pair of eggs you can’t just toss away if you mess up the pattern.
Finally, though it took a bit more effort than you’d like to admit, the batch was ready for you to hide. Almost ready, that is, unless you want the paint that still hadn’t completely dried up to stick to your undergarments or drip on the floor, in the latter case, you could be pretty certain that she’d be making you some finely scrambled eggs.
“Hey, Anon, I’m going to take a shower.” well, there goes your plan of waiting it out in the bathroom, but at least she wouldn’t be able to catch you here if she’s in there.
“Sure thing, hun!” acknowledging her call, you exhaled as you let your masterpiece hang freely over a wide napkin. The rest of the eggs weren’t poorly painted, in fact, the quality was bound to be better on them, but you did pour your heart and soul into making these look the best they can. However, there was the issue of you slowly getting a bit too relaxed and your member, which was at full mast this whole time, started to get awfully close to touching, and possibly ruining the paint, and you couldn’t have that. This was not a matter of lust, you didn’t even try to convince yourself as you closed your eyes and let your mind go wild at the gentle splashing heard from the adjacent room.
The way the water would trickle down her neck and onto her ample bosom, dripping down from her nipples, it would surely be a sight to behold, but above that, you could almost imagine yourself in place of that hot water, touching her all over with great care not to miss a spot. Shame your shower was too narrow for the two of you, and the very first time you tried, she almost slipped, though you managed to catch her. The way she pressed against you back then, it would be absolute bliss if not for the fact that your balls were brutally squished by her thigh…
That thought brought you back to reality and with the slightest touch of a spare napkin you confirmed that everything was dry enough for you to proceed.
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Early in the morning you were greeted by the lovely sight of your girlfriend stretching the tiredness out of her system. She wasn’t fond of constraining her body when she slept and that was certainly a good thing, as far as you’re concerned, and it didn’t take long for her to notice your attention, blushing cutely, but not covering up in the slightest, instead electing to give the part of you that greeted her so early in the morning a gentle rub.
“Come on, sleepyhead, rise and shine. I can’t have a breakfast with your dick alone…” it was obvious she was half-asleep herself, but the way she moved herself over the little tent between your legs, you were sure she was about to challenge her assertion. Her long, golden locks did little to hide her lustful gaze. “Or would you like me to find all the eggs you hid?”
“Yeah, let’s do that first,” almost having your surprise foiled by her overly horny morning routine, you leaned in for a kiss, which she happily obliged, “can you find all 12 of them?”
“You bet your balls I can,” with childish glee she stood up, not even bothering to change into proper attire, not that she needed to as the view you got was almost enough for you to forget what she just said.
Just as you expected, it didn’t take long for her to find the majority of the eggs, with the exception of a few that almost required her to show a bit of her flexibility. While you rested at the couch, giving the occasional hint, you didn’t even feel the need to hide your boner as she put herself to full display, occasionally glancing at you and your manhood. At least you could tell she was enjoying this as much as you were, and, before long, she found all ten that she could find by just looking around. “Want to grab something to eat before we continue?” you asked, as you noticed her getting a bit annoyed since she couldn’t find anything else?
“Yeah, Anon, you just stay here, I’ll bring us something,” without missing a beat, she disappeared into the kitchen, bringing out a bowl of coloured eggs and some other stuff for you to enjoy. She handed you one coloured with multiple shades of red, it almost looked too pretty to eat. Before you’d start to peel it, she held out her egg with a similar pattern but with blueish hues. “Back at home, we would take turns tapping our eggs against each other until one broke. Go on, give it a tap,” she nudged you on. The happiness in her voice as she presented you this custom of hers was quite the contrast to her sexy appearance at the moment, enough for you to give in to this as something void of ill intent.
**Tap Tap Crack**
With a soft sound, the shell cracked, eliciting a disappointed moan out of her and a childish demand, “turn it over, I haven’t lost yet!”
**Crack**
Even with the other sides of the eggs clashing, yours came out victorious and completely unscathed. “Oh well,” she giggled, now that her defeat was certified, “guess you’ll be hungry for a while longer.” With those words, she peeled the shell off the egg, revealing how well the pattern permeated through the outer shell, dying the naturally white parts of the egg with a tinge of greenish blue.
Without further ado, she put some salt and pepper on it, ignoring everything else she brought in earlier, and bit into it almost too theatrically, letting you see the egg whites giving way and letting the softened yolk to be devoured with great appetite. She smiled at you as you gulped in anticipation of the next bite and the one after, until nothing was left of it. You were having quite the mixed feelings about it, but you elected to think it was just her getting back at you for winning, though, even then, the way she ever so subtly glanced at the bulge in your shorts while chewing up the morsels before swallowing it all, well, it was best for your sanity to think it was just a coincidence.
After that ordeal was done and over, she was about to reach in for another egg from the bowl when she looked at you, and then past you, as if trying to figure out why you were sitting where you were, aside from oggling her, of course. The next moment she was over you, knees to your sides and her chest pressing against your face as she searched to no avail, stopping briefly, to let your member, that was eagerly trying to lift her, get out of the way, before resuming the search, this time letting her exposed belly to rub against your privates with movements a bit too deliberate to be coincidental. And before you could stop her, she stopped and leaned in to whisper, “you know, your cock smelled a lot like paint in the morning.”
Before you could protest, she slipped down your bottom, pants and all, leaving your masterpiece exposed for her to inspect. She didn’t quite care much for the others she found, but this pair, as you quickly learned from her forceful tug, was special. She even got off you and got on her knees to admire the artwork from up close, too close, in fact, as you could feel the coolness of her breath on your nuts. The obvious playfulness was something you dared not disturb lest you anger someone who has you by the balls, and so, as she played around with your orbs, letting them roll around in her hands, squishing them slightly between her fingers, she said something you dreaded to hear, “these look natural, don’t they. I guess I know my next playcards. But I guess you wouldn’t be able to do it properly,” she expectantly reached out for the egg that was still in your hand, and you, having no real choice in the matter, handed it to her.
“I didn’t expect you to play unfair, Anon,” she lied, “you’ve gotta know how hard it is to crack something so squishy. But I guess it’s hard to crack something else with eggs these squish as well, isn’t it?” She singled out one of your testicles, forcing it down your nutsack so it wouldn’t have anywhere to flee, coincidentally, that’s exactly where the patterns you painted fit perfectly, and holding it tightly, but not too hard as to hurt you with her fingers alone, started tapping her egg against yours. It was fine at first, almost painless, but as she struck the same place over and over again, you started to feel anxious. She couldn’t be serious about it, could she? But the image of her slowly devouring that red-tainted egg sprung to mind.
“Aren’t you breathing too heavily, Anon? I’m the one doing all the work here, you know,” with those words, she turned the egg around in her hand and started striking again, and again. It was certainly ineffective, and you would guess that it would be your mind that breaks before either of the eggs, but then she decided to up the ante a bit, “maybe if I do it like this…” she whispered softly as she held both your nuts, squeezing a bit too tightly at the base, and let both your testicles have a fair chance to fight back, though the way it hurt suggested that something was going badly down there after all. And she wasn’t exactly ‘tapping’ your nuts either, it was more like you were having your balls slapped around by an egg.
**SMACK SMACK SMACK CRACK SMACK**
The previous one you couldn’t feel at all, but the last one especially hurt, and once you were done screaming and could look down, the red stains almos made you lose consciousness, but as the pain quickly faded, you noticed that it was the red-coloured egg that cracked, though, from the looks of it, no thanks to the strength of your swollen nuts, parts of which had the dye beat right off them.
Disappointed once again, she handed you the now cracked egg, though you didn’t yet get to enjoy it as she didn’t waste time enveloping your now slacked member with her breasts, making you moan as the pressure was centered on your balls a bit more than you’d like. Though you couldn’t argue against it, even if part of you really wanted to.
She squeezed her breasts from the side as she started pumping, letting you reap the rewards of your patience, though not exactly in the most pleasant way, as she most definitely felt that your balls got trapped there as well and didn’t as much as stop to let them escape. Soon enough, however, your member poked from the top of her chest and you completely lost your ability to speak as she took it in her mouth.
And just as your pleased moans were letting her know you were about to cum, she lowered her hands, letting off a bit of the pressure just for them to tuck under her chest and find your easter eggs. Taking one in each hand, dangerously close to where she was striking with that blasted egg, she made sure to squeeze just right for you to cum loads instead of going limp with a scrambled nutsack.
Gulping audibly, to make sure you heard her swallowing all that nut juice, she looked at you with a content smile on her face. “Guess I only got the whites.”