His fingers had just withdrawn from the teacher's warm fuckhole when the cubby beside him was unveiled. He was the first to set eyes on this fresh piece of ass, and right away, he felt a lustful kick in his lower belly. This girl's skin was absolutely perfect, velvety and elastic and begging for touch, running smoothly from the edges of the padded hole to form the swell of her buttocks and the treasure between her thighs. He didn't mind pussy hair, liked the way it trapped the wonderful smell of a woman's sex, but this girl's cunt was so neatly shaved and shiny with grool that it looked like a set of actual lips , and his own tongue swiped around the outside of his mouth as if preparing to make out with it.
It was the first real urge to fuck he'd felt the whole Festival, and he didn't know that desire had been awakened by his own daughter's pretty little pussy.
Under her spell, he approached the shamelessly exposed cunt and ass before any other man could beat him to it, and stroked his own child's irresistible pussy for the first time, letting his fingers slip in between her slickly wet labia and finding her hard clit right away, relishing the welcoming heat and soft squishing sound fostered by her lubricated arousal.
On the other side of the wall, Dorothy jumped at this first contact. It seemed more exploratory than anything else, and she wondered if she was being touched by a kid her age, some inexperienced boy who'd never seen a naked girl before tonight, just as she'd never seen a naked man. She soon realized this wasn't accurate. That tentative touch was curious, but his next movements proved his expertise: he settled into a steady rubbing rhythm over her whole vulva, starting to warm her up, teasing her clit each time he skimmed it. This approach versus Dr Turner's was like being woken up with a sunbeam instead of a blaring alarm, and before long, she was panting and trying to roll her hips in vain, stopped by the tightness of the hole that hugged her thighs and back to keep her totally exposed and vulnerable. Instead, she flexed her pussy so the stranger on the other side could see how eager she was, clenching and unclenching her vagina, clit pulsing.
Either this worked, or the man she didn't know was her father decided this was the right time to crank things up, because even as he continued to rub circles on her cute little fuckbutton, the fingers of his left hand flicked her slippery pussy lips and gently penetrated her.
After her friends told her about how loud she was, Dorothy became aware of the slutty moaning dripping from her plump mouth, but she couldn't stop herself. The fingers were exploring her virgin cunt, the soft pads palpating every ridge and divot of her muscular hole, trembling with each sensitive spot he uncovered. It wasn't difficult for him to zero in on which moves and places affected her most, but unlike with the Examiner, this Plower was taking his time. It made her feel more unique, like she was worth the effort, and this sparked a new warmth in the bottom of her belly that joined the electric heat of horniness.
She was melting into the combined pleasure of him rubbing her clit and fucking her with his fingers when she tensed up and gasped, hands powerlessly gripping the padded surface of the table she lay on. With barely a second's transition, the man had slipped his hands out and away from her pretty pink poon and latched on with his hot, wet mouth.
Dot had heard Thea talk about cunnilingus, and she'd watched plenty of clips of women writhing on the sheets while men lapped between their legs, but the whole idea made her feel kind of weird. Sex was pretty messy, she knew, but she was really self-conscious of how slick she became when turned on, and she figured it had to be some sort of favor lovers did for each other rather than something actually enjoyable to do. She figured she wouldn't want to ask her future boyfriend to go down on her. It was too awkward to think about all the logistics.
Now she had someone lovingly kissing and sucking her pussy, she didn't think she'd ever be able to live without. Her whole vulva was bathed in hot wet horniness, a powerful tongue undulating against her throbbing clit and massaging her sensitive lips, the feeling intensified by the circumstances, it being her first time, and the mystery surrounding who was eating her out. Even though she'd cum just recently, the orgasm was building up again, her entire body starting to tremble as the pressure traveled to her worshiped cunt.
Meanwhile, across the thin partition, Reuben unknowingly feasted on his own daughter's precious pussy with skill and dedication. He'd only gone down on his wife for so long that he'd forgotten the charm of learning a woman's particular likes, of inexperienced thighs shaking when he sucked her cute clit like a hard candy, pressing his chin into her folds. This girl's nub wasn't unusually big, but it was prominent enough to be easily teasable by a naughty flicking tongue, and though he made sure to taste the sweet and salty flavor of her dripping fuckhole and gently nibble her lovely lips, he found it hard not to focus on this fun little button, licking circles on and around her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.
He was busy narrowly lapping at her clit when he felt her tip over the edge, and the shaking of a new pussy against the lower half of his sodden face made him suddenly aware of his own painfully stiff boner. Prefuck leaked from the tip like from a faucet, and even just the reflexive bobbing of his cock when he looked down at it had him moaning. He hadn't been this hard in a long time. If he'd been mindlessly stroking his dick while he licked out this Breedmaid, he might have been one of the poor idiots who kicked himself out of the competition.
Just on cue, a loud beep heralded the end of the Breedmaids' Trials and of this Contact Point. It'd be time for the men to prove themselves in the eyes of the Examiners. Reuben slapped the ass in front of him and got to his feet as the curtains closed over all the alcoves. He wiped what he didn't know was his child's cunt slick from his mouth with the back of his hand and went to wash up before the Plowers' Trials began.
He wondered if the gorgeous tits he'd seen earlier belonged to the pussy he'd just sucked and kissed. The skin seemed similar, but then again, much of Luckridge shared similar tones, especially those descended from the original settlers. He had a feeling this was the same girl, however – something in his gut recognized it, like a primal attraction. If he played his cards right, he'd be balls deep in her by the end of the night.
Reuben grinned, and kept walking with renewed vigor.
Luckridge held on to its ancestral traditions, but it was by no means a town stuck in the past. If anything, its continuous good fortune meant its citizens were well-cared for, and in the absence of a need for scapegoats, they were one of the state's most dynamic, progressive communities. This made the rigidly gendered, often unscientific criteria of the Festival of Fertility even more titillating. It was so far removed from their day to day experiences that the people felt the thrill of taboo watching even relatively simple rituals, and more so when they took part.
Reuben, for example, had never been in a real fight. He'd been in plenty of scuffles as a kid, but it had never escalated to fists being thrown, and he certainly didn't want to get involved in any of that as a family man. Still, he kept up his gym membership and took boxing lessons, because it was fun, good exercise, and his wife loved how easily he could lift and carry her.
As he stretched in the wings, limbering up the muscles of his beefy arms and legs, he was glad he'd continued exercising, because the first of the Plowers' Trials was a display of strength.
The King walked in through the curtains and shot the group his brilliant smile. Even the men who'd disqualified themselves by ejaculating during the Contact Points would participate in the Trials, so the backstage area was pretty crowded at this point. While this Trial was about physical excellence, it never hurt to showcase your sex appeal, so Reuben and the others were in the weird position of getting ready for exercise, fully nude, while frequently fluffing their hard cocks.
'Hey, guys, ready to roll?' said the King, to a resounding affirmative shout. 'That's the spirit! Keep those muscles pumped and those dicks stiff and you'll be just fine.'
With a gesture for Reuben's group of five to follow, he strode back onto the stage, and Reuben felt himself smile brightly as he emerged. Receiving the applause felt good, and he found his wife in the audience to quickly wink at her before the Trial started in earnest. She gave him an excited wave, and his cock throbbed at receiving her attention while hundreds of pairs of eyes were scanning his naked body. He wondered why he didn't do this every year.
'Good evening, Luckridge!' the King bellowed into his mic. 'Are we ready to pick our Plower?'
He cupped his ear, prompting a wave of cheers, and gestured for the entrance of the Plower Examiners – a group of five women of different ages, trending older, who were there to ensure the fittest candidates would be selected. They wheeled on impressive, compact structures sporting ropes, weights, and a speedbag for the Plowers to use however they thought would best display their strength.
'For tonight's first Trial, we want you to wow us,' the King said, walking down the stage as each of the group's men went to their Examiner. 'You don't have to be an Olympic athlete, but we want to see stamina, and we want to see power . Show us that you can work the harvest and pick up after your family all in a day's work. And, of course, we don't want you to lose your horniness, either… take that as you will. Endurance, strength, appeal. You'll have five minutes. Short breaks are okay, but no more than a minute total. Alright? And… go!'
Reuben didn't look at any of the others, focused entirely on his display. He assumed a trained boxer's stance, all coiled muscle, his erection sticking out proud and rigid, and started wailing on his station's speedbag. Knowing he was being scrutinized by both the Examiner and the camera's eyes – as well as the packed theater – he made sure to play up his footwork, shifting his weight nimbly from one leg to the other as he tallied up the blows.
And the whole time, his hard-on didn't flag. If anything, it got stiffer.
Reuben's thick boner swayed through the air, occasionally slapping against his thighs, balls jiggling with his constant movement. It wasn't comfortable, but it didn't matter: exercise always kind of turned him on, knowing he was improving his physique, making his muscles swell, and it only intensified when he was boxing, adding a layer of primal aggression. It made him want to fuck as soon as his workout finished, and he often came home with his cock straining the front of his shorts, guiding him like a heat-seaking missile to slam into the eager embrace of Irma's cunt. She was watching him now, he knew, along with so many more viewers who'd be salivating at the sight of his irresistible prick, and this certainty had little squirts of clear prefuck sneeze out his cockhead.
He could have continued for the full five minutes, but he knew that'd get old fast, and he knew he'd get more attention from the Examiners and public alike if he switched it up. At the end of a particularly well-executed right hook, Reuben turned to the audience to catch his breath. He wanted to flex his toned body, but knew this would make his erection flag, and settled instead for a wide grin that showed his confidence. When he caught the camera on him, he quickly got down on the ground and started doing push-ups, letting his smile turn into a determined, labored grin. Before the lens could move on to another Plower, he paused, almost planking, and went from lifting and lowering his upper body to moving his hips, demonstrating the precision and force of his fucking technique.
The huge screen above the stage showed every detail of Reuben's thrusts; the way his round, muscular ass reared back, forming a perfect mountain from his broad back to his thick thighs, then tensed as he humped the air and drove his stiff, perfect cock deep into an imaginary pussy, his abs contracting on the downstroke, every part of his body engaged in the act of breeding. His prick didn't falter, the glans almost grazing the ground every time he rocked his hips. He thought about what he'd get to do later that night, about the fact he'd actually get to plant his seed deep inside a wonderfully fertile stranger from his town. Hell, it might be a woman he knew – it might be one of his sweet daughter's teenage friends. Precum oozed out his pisshole, dripping on the wooden stage floor. He was ready to assume his duty as a fuckstud, relapse into the purely sexual creature he'd been in his teens, when he'd been crowned King twice.
Reuben wasn't sure how long he alternated between push-ups and fuck-downs, steadily getting hornier, but in what felt like no time, a buzzer signalled the end of this group's five minutes, and he dropped his knees to the floor to rest and recover from his display. Nearby, the King took the mic.
'Well, that's a hell of an opener! How're you guys feeling? Still on top of the world?'
The men nodded, panting. Reuben cast a quick look around and saw that his dick was by far the hardest, proudly sticking out like a dowsing rod for pussy. The King continued:
'Better plump those cocks, gentlemen, because we're not done with you yet! We need to know you – and your genes – can stay horny in trying times. No Luckridge without breeding. So it's at this point in the evening that your Examiners will be measuring your meat!'
A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd, just as one of concern came from the Plowers. This was a twist for Reuben, too. The last two times he'd taken part in the Festival, the dick measuring had taken place at the start of the night, and this had been the norm every year he'd come to spectate. He'd been surprised it hadn't been done earlier tonight, figuring it might have been phased out. Perhaps the organizers had pushed it back in order to trim the pool of participants; the competition had been neck-and-neck – or prick-and-prick – last year, and this curveball could make a pretty drastic difference.
The King made a show of looking down the line of frantically jacking guys, some of whom were struggling to get their wood back because of the added stress, and turned to the audience with a glib expression. 'Any volunteers?'
Nobody seemed surprised when Reuben gamely raised his hand, flexing his hard cock so it bounced up and down to elicit a chuckle. His assigned Examiner approached with a measuring tape. She was fairly young, for someone in this position, barely in her forties, and Reuben didn't know her by name, though he was sure he'd served her at the shop a few times. There was something erotic about someone measuring his tool in general, but he found himself wishing it was someone he knew well, so he could reminisce on the situation later; someone's wife from the dance class he and Irma attended, or the pharmacist down the street. One of Dorothy's teachers. Dorothy herself.
The unbidden image of his young daughter carefully laying the tape on his erect cock made his prick twitch, just as the Examiner was about to measure it, and she smiled. 'Don't be too eager. We don't want to lose the frontrunner to an accidental cumshot.'
It was nice to have his suspicions of being at the top of the pile confirmed, and he let her place the tape on his cock, pumped up to capacity by his idle incestuous thoughts. He didn't feel guilty about them. Dorothy was gorgeous and sweet, and what dad didn't fantasize about his darling daughter? This the Festival of Fertility, which had an all-encompassing atmosphere of horniness. It's not like he'd ever actually let anything erotic happen, let alone fuck her.