Eventually, he lost his patience too, and we decided it was time. I spread my legs and smiled. I invited him in. He entered slowly, but we got up to speed pretty quickly. I patted my clit a few times, before the sensations were too much... I had to lie back. Arms beside my head... breasts bouncing... I was in ecstasy. He was working me hard and he was doing a good job. My face was so hot and we were breaking a sweat, but we were lost in the heat. Feeling him rubbing against me... it was so good... I was quivering.
He finally said, "I'm close..." I smiled at him again and nodded weakly. I already made him well aware that I couldn't get pregnant -- but I needed this. My body opened up, ready to accept him.
Then I felt it. He throbbed once -- a jet of fluid shot inside; throbbed again -- another jet of cum; more throbbing; he gave me more and more; it was too much; I started to scream; my clit was twitching; he was moaning; he was filling me up and up; ...
He collapsed on top of me, still inside. I hugged him close and closed my eyes. I could feel him breathing heavy. And then I felt it. I felt it happening. My heart raced.
A warmth was flooding through my body. Then I could feel pressure building inside me. I was producing eggs. Oh god, yes... I wanted this so bad...
"I hate to disturb you while you're resting on my boobs... but you're going to want to make some room." He paused for a moment and took it as a hint to pull out. He scooted back to the edge of the bed, and sat up, patiently watching me. I propped myself up on a couple of pillows, and got comfortable, leaving my legs open. My organs started twitching.
"I can see it opening and closing... Are you sure you're going to be fine?" I just smiled back at him, groaned positively, and left my eyes closed. The pressure was mounting... and I could feel my insides expanding to accommodate more and more eggs... I was starting to feel bloated.
... It carried on for longer than I was expecting. The only other time I'd felt this, it didn't go on for nearly as long. Or as intense. I kinda wanted to get a move on to show my lover that I was going to be okay. I was, right?--
I felt one poking through. It's like a pressure valve loosened and I could feel my insides relax. Here it comes... oh my god!
An egg was sliding through my vagina, agonizingly slowly. I could feel it everywhere. It carefully rubbed my g-spot and expanded my vaginal walls as it pushed through. It felt huge...
And then it briefly stopped. I started pushing harder, encouraging it to come out. I squeezed and I pressed and I... ohh... the next egg is already coming out. Please hurry along, guys...
One egg nudged the other, and it lurched forward, at which point my boyfriend's eyes widened. He could see it coming out. Once it slid past my clit I felt a wave of relief. It fell out onto the bed, well-lubricated. I was too full to move very much, but I tried leaning forward enough to see -- oh my god, it was so big! I couldn't believe it! They were never this big before...
Before I could finish that thought, the next egg was squeezing along. I was grunting hard as I tried to help it out. It took a bit of effort but it felt so good... It was like a sand timer, trying to fit all these eggs through my hot body. I gripped the bedside hard with my left hand as another one fell out, and I could feel more coming. I had no idea how many were left. My boyfriend looked very concerned, but in a... "I hope you're alright" way. I blew him a kiss to reassure him and let the next ones come out.
The pressure lessened with each egg. After the third one came out, I started rubbing my pussy... I played with my clit, and traced circles around it as more eggs passed through my legs.
It was too much... This was the first guy to show this much courtesy for me. And he carefully watched me do this... he accepted it as part of who I am and let me enjoy myself. I was shaking and falling apart at the sensations of my clit and my tender insides...
... I finally exploded. I jerked hard and moaned loud as orgasm washed through me. My vagina was pumping so much lubrication that the eggs started slipping right through, caressing me steadily. I was throbbing so much down there that it started pushing traffic out. I was dripping wet and I could feel myself emptying as the last few eggs shot out in a stream. My hands kept fingering my clit for as long as I could muster, but eventually, it was over. They all fell out, and eggs sat along the insides of both my legs. I breathed heavily and fluttered my eyes over at my lover, who seemed impressed.
And then I passed out.
... I woke up the next morning on the couch, and went to check my room. My bed was completely fresh. He must've spent a couple of hours cleaning the sheets.
So it turns out that the better sex I get, the bigger they are. They're never too big to stretch out my vagina, though, so my fiancé and I regularly challenge ourselves to break our own records. It feels really good, and he's warmed up to it as a fetish. Sometimes he'll sit behind me as I release and he'll grope my breasts... That's always a fun touch. There's always a bit of a mess to clean up afterward, but it's always worth it. No deal breaker here.
