Easter Egg Hunt

      Renee looks at her perfect boys, all trussed up for the preparations she needs to make. Neil keeps squirming, trying to loosen the bonds but no such luck this time – she made sure everything’s secure. Her other boy, Jean, lays still, though his features betray his apprehension. Renee hides her grin and tries not to show her giddiness at the upcoming event.       “We’ll be egg hunting on the court,” she announces and sees her boys look at her in confusion. They’d probably ask her what she meant if their mouths weren’t stuffed with gags.       “I’ve already bought eggs,” Renee continues and pulls two strings of anal beads from the bag she’s holding. The beads are shaped like eggs, the 6 of them exactly the same size. When she saw them online, she knew she needed to buy them. And now’s the time to test her purchase.       At the sight of the beads, Neil starts squirming more. All he gets in response is a gentle pat to his thigh, reminding him to behave.       “So who wants to go first?” asks Renee, but neither of the boys is eager to start. Their fear always makes her even more excited.       “Hm, so maybe I’ll choose.” She taps her finger on the lip, giving into a pretense that there was any choice to begin with. But her boys don’t need to know that.       “Let’s start with you, honey.” Renee slides a finger through Jean’s folds, earning a quiet moan in response. Jean tries to close his legs and Renee chuckles at his efforts. The position her boys are tied in – folded nearly in half and spread open – gives her an excellent access to their most important parts.       Soon, Jean is moaning as the first bead is being pressed into his slit. Renee watches in fascination as the hole widens and then closes over the egg, eliciting a shiver from Jean.       “That’s the first one,” she says and sees Jean closing his eyes. A bit of drool escapes from behind his gag.       The rest of the beads are slowly inserted into Jean, her boy moaning and trembling throughout the process. Renee pets his inner thigh to soothe him, but it probably worsened his predicament. His clit stands erect and she can’t help herself to stroke it. Jean jerks at the stimulation and his much-awaited orgasm washes over him.       “Such a good boy for me,” Renee praises as she presses the last egg to Jean’s opening. Jean moans in protest, the stimulation being too much for him now.       “Shh, you have to be patient.” Renee chuckles at Jean’s pleading look and soon the bead is pressed in despite the protests. Renee feels warmth surge through her when she sees the egg peeking from the hole. Now she can't help herself anymore and licks over Jean’s slit. She feels Jean’s thighs trembling as her tongue touches his clit next. It doesn’t take long to bring her boy to his second orgasm.       “Good boy. You’re done now.” Renee pets Jean’s head as he sags into the mattress.       Her attention turns to Neil, who looks like a deer caught in headlights. She puts her finger into his hole to loosen him. “I believe now is your turn.”