Like Mrs friggin' Ingram,' muttered Thea, beside Dorothy. She'd been the Queen in her youth, and still participated every other year, though she hadn't become pregnant in about a decade despite her proven abilities. Dot thought about Thea's boyfriend Bruce, on the other side of the curtain, mounting their usually austere teacher, slamming his hyperactive boycock into her until her serious facade crumbled, flooding her with his sperm to fertilize her eager eggs once more. Two of her seven kids had been fathered by her former students already. She knew it would upset Thea, but the idea made Dorothy's shaved pussy clench with desire.
'You think the repeat performers are being generous by sharing their gifts, honey,' asked the King, glancing back at the men behind him, 'or do we just have some real horny people in this town?'
The remark earned a laugh from the audience and the contestants, with several wiggling their proud tits or stiff cocks in response. The Queen walked over to take a better look at the male side. 'You thinking of anybody in particular?'
'Well…' said the King, ambling towards the line in a straight shot towards Reuben. He chuckled as the host put a hand on his shoulder and urged him to step forward, boner bobbing with each step, but he wasn't surprised.
Even though his two-year winning streak was decades ago, he was still a minor celebrity in Luckridge, and he'd only matured into a handsome, healthy, well-to-do kind of guy it was hard to dislike. In fact, he'd entered this year's Festival as a favor to his friends, and the organizing committee: with the advent of social media, image-conscious youngsters were increasingly reluctant to sign up, and on top of filling out the male ranks, they hoped Reuben's participation would get people talking and show even happily married monogamous pillars of the community could take part, let alone kids in their late teens and twenties with their lives ahead of them. It was about tradition. The fact that it was also a tremendous turn-on for most of the townsfolk was just a bonus.
Though he'd stepped forward, he remained out of the women's line of sight, and smiled as the Queen approached him with a devilish look in her eyes. 'Ah, yes, good choice. We've seen you a couple of times before, haven't we? And with good reason…'
In front of almost all of Luckridge, she casually reached down and lifted Reuben's cock with the palm of her hand, like she was weighing a bag of flour. Her slim fingers closed around the shaft, and she slowly started massaging the skin just under his glans, playing with the smooth cut tip to bone him up to full hardness. From this angle, Reuben couldn't see his wife due to the intense stage lights, but he knew she was watching him get jacked off by another woman. They had a very active sex life, a monogamous one, but Irma loved other people checking out her husband, proud of her man, and being treated like a prize stallion on stage made him feel like he was born to breed, like all his accomplishments as an entrepreneur and father paled in comparison to the piece of fuckmeat that hung between his legs, and that made him groan as a dollop of pre oozed out the tip of his dickhead.
'Whoa, someone's eager!' laughed the Queen, spreading the clear precum over his glans to make the pink skin shine under the bright lights. 'I think you picked right, babe. We're gonna be accused of favoritism, but come on. This Plower's cock's almost as big as my forearm, and I can barely close my fingers around it… the skin's so silky smooth… some lucky lady's gonna get to feel this perfect battering ram of a cockhead stuffing her gut tonight, just pressing against that tight Breedmaid's pussy…' she made a circle with her fingers and thumb and mimicked the sensation on Reuben's prick, slowly sinking her grip down to the base of his erection like it was the muscular entrance of a vagina, 'all the way to the hilt. And those balls!'
With surprising agility given her high heels, she knelt down and tapped Reuben's thigh to get him to turn around, which he did, opening his legs to better allow access to his low-hanging nuts. The King gently but firmly pushed him on the shoulder to make him bend over, exposing his toned ass, taint, and genitals to the camera so they could appear fifty times bigger on the screen above. Just a few days ago, he'd welcomed last year's King and Queen with their adorable baby to his store, helped them plan out the furniture they'd replace as the kid grew and needed a new bed, a low table and a miniature chair, all sleek Nordic design. They'd been so pleased with his expertise and attention to detail, and made sure to tell him over and over on their way out. Now, under her amused husband's eyes, she was holding his full, heavy ballsack with one hand, tucked back and up to appear brimming to bursting, and stroking his diamond-hard cock with the other.
'Feels like he could knock up every girl on stage with these,' the Queen continued, softly massaging Reuben's full balls. The screen above displayed the milking-in-progress in crystal clear HD, capturing the shiny of his own precum covering more and more of his rigid, red shaft, the way his testicles moved in her grasp under their own power, diligently making sperm for the night's insemination. 'And I bet you'd be up for it too, right?'
When Reuben nodded, the hosts laughed, and the King playfully slapped his ass like he might the flank of an excitable dog. 'Leave some for the rest of the Plowers, buddy! And leggo of his tool, honey, you're gonna make him blow early! I know how hard it is to keep the rifle from firing when you're standing up here.'
Reuben felt a mixture of relief and disappointment when the Queen dropped his aching, throbbing boner and nuts, and exclaimed: 'Sorry! Didn't mean to sabotage you. I think you'd be ready for action even if you shot your load. Take a second to cool off while we get the Breedmaid Trials started.'
With affected disappointment, Reuben went back to his place in line, grinning at the murmured 'rigged!' from his neighbor. He was really horned-up now, back in the groove of his cocksman duties, and the display made him start to believe he should gun for the winning position. He hadn't planned on it, but now he was here, why try to fight his gift for driving women to spasming orgasms and knocking them up? Doing it under his beloved wife's watchful eyes only made it hotter.
On the other side of the curtain, the women were giggling, wondering who the mystery man could be. Dorothy knew her face was red. She'd only seen erect cocks in porn, but she could picture the prick the Queen was describing, could hear the little wet sounds of her fingers jacking it off near the mic. Not knowing she was fantasizing about her own father's fuckpole, Dot imagined its slick head rubbing her pussy lips, kissing her clit, deliciously spreading her open to conquer virgin ground. Such an experienced man would probably get paired up with somebody better than her, but what if?...
'Don't worry, ladies, you'll be manhandled soon enough!' said the King, walking in front of them with a bright smile. Above the stage, the screen faded to black, and his next words appeared in gothic font: 'We're about to start the Breedmaid Trials!'
The crowd erupted into applause, and the Queen walked to the front of the stage. 'Now, I'm sure you all know what's coming, but it never hurts to refresh your memory. When the Festival started, we didn't have the advantage of modern technology to tell us the best breeding times and conditions, and we relied on inspecting all the ways women's bodies change to tell us we're ready to be knocked up…'
'... and the ways men's bodies are built to get 'em pregnant,' the King completed. 'All the fine people you see on stage have already been vetted to ensure they're uniquely fertile, but that's no reason to get rid of tradition. For the Breedmaids, we'll be testing for breast sensitivity, vaginal temperature, texture, and mucus changes, and libido…'
'... and for the Plowers, we'll check on prostate size and responsiveness, precum quality, and cock shape and size –'
'We already know who'd win if we only used the last criterion!' the King quipped, meaningfully glancing at Reuben.
'I hope you're talking about yourself!' the Queen laughed, while the audience chuckled at Reuben jokingly rolling his hips to make his cock and balls swing back and forth. 'And, of course, our Breedmaids and Plowers will have the chance to interact with each other – anonymously – to see which couples have the best chemistry… because we don't just want a breeding session, we want passion .'
'That's right, babe.' The King wandered over to his wife's side to slip his tongue into her mouth, groping one of her firm tits through her beautiful ceremonial dress. She responded right away, sighing with pleasure at the impromptu make-out session, and Dorothy watched her grab the King's impressive erection where it snaked down one leg of his pants. She bit her lip, eager for stimulation. After a few moments, the King withdrew from the Queen with a final squeeze of her breast, and faced the crowd. 'Luckridge, are we ready to get started?'
The audience broke out into applause and cheering, and the participants on both sides of the curtain clapped along. Unaware of each other's presence, father and daughter clapped along with growing excitement, and watching them, Irma Kerr felt a mixture of apprehension and titillation. She was looking forward to seeing her husband back in his element, even though he'd tried so hard to live out this absurd prudish Ned Flanders type persona, but her daughter being there was a total curveball. It wasn't strange to watch your own children fuck or be fucked in the Festival – her own parents had proudly watched her be inseminated by Reuben almost two decades ago, even though she hadn't been Queen that night, and plenty of the other participants' families were in attendance. Her worry was, well… Dorothy and Reuben being matched together. She trusted the Committee that organized the event, and she was sure there was a contingency plan so they couldn't become King and Queen, but throughout the trials, there would be plenty of chances for them to taste each other.
Part of her wondered if she should protest, but she was sure other audience members knew her husband and daughter, and none of them seemed particularly concerned. And above all else, a much bigger part of her throbbed with lust at the thought of something taboo, something delicious happening that evening.
So, instead, she stayed silent, and watched the Plowers leave the stage for the first Breedmaid Trial.