The Festival of Fertility organizing committee fielded hundreds of written applications every year. Those who passed the basic background checks – right age, no serious trouble with the law, stable housing – were invited to submit a saliva sample, access to their medical records, and, for the women, an approximation of their menstrual cycle. Once those were analyzed, those chosen received a letter of confirmation, and if they were virgins, a few dildos or a pocket pussy to train their bodies to perform well at the Festival. Each step trimmed people from the pool, until twenty candidates of each sex remained. The trials would further narrow the field, but to start, they were conducted onstage in groups of five, and right now, Dorothy Kerr sat in the wings with four other women, listening to muffled commentary and moans from the group currently under examination.
She'd been separated from her friends, randomly placed in a group with a girl she didn't know too well, and three older ladies, including her old homeroom teacher, Mrs Ingram. Natalie was one of the girls currently being examined, and Dot smiled at the unmistakable sound of her pleasured yelps, even as she saw Mrs Ingram roll her eyes.
'Some of these young things think they have to overdo it like crazy,' said her neighbor. 'An Oscar-winning performance faking an orgasm won't help during the rest of the trials.'
'I don't think she's faking,' Dorothy said, ignoring the skeptical looks from the women. 'That's just how Nat is.'
'She might need to work on her standards a little, then,' Mrs Ingram replied with a smirk.
Dot felt a flare-up of outrage at those words, tempered only by her residual respect for her educator, but before she could speak up in defense of her friend, the Queen strode into the wings and motioned for them to come to the stage. 'Good luck!' she whispered with a wink, before heading back out.
Though she'd been naked the whole time, Dorothy hadn't felt particularly nervous the whole time her group had spent waiting their turn. As they lined up, however, her heart started beating faster, and faster, and looking down, she could see her cute teenage tits tremble to the rhythm of her trepidation. She was going to be touched by someone else for the first time. This was happening.
'Thank you, ladies!' came the Queen's voice, with a tone of finality. 'What a great crop of girls. You can head over to the Contact Point to get a little more intimate with our lovely Plowers. How about we bid this group goodbye and welcome the next one, Luckridge?'
The applause and hooting from the audience only made Dot's nerves worse, and if it weren't for the woman in line behind her gently pushing her forward (she was glad she wasn't in front of Mrs Ingram, who'd probably have kicked her butt), she might have stayed nailed to the spot. Instead, she kept her eyes down, wandering into the hot, bright lights of the stage, warm despite her nudity. She found her marker and stood facing the audience, knowing she was being watched by people she'd known her whole life – including her own mother.
'Hi, sweetheart,' came a quiet voice, and she recognized who it was immediately: Dr Turner, the kindly older man who lived next door, who used to meet her at the bus stop coming home from school to make sure she got back safe when she was a little girl. The man who'd brought her into this world, when her mother gave birth at home. Now, he stood behind her, doubtless checking out her naked teen ass – and he'd be the one to work on her during the Breedmaid Trials.
'Doctor –' she started, stopping when he gently but firmly reached around her arms and cupped her tits in his strong hands.
'No talking,' he murmured. 'You know the rules. You don't want any of the Plowers to figure you out by voice, and you don't know me, either, alright?'
It made sense for the examiners to be older, with plenty of experience, and being a doctor couldn't hurt, either. Having the nice old man she'd seen every day from birth groping her nude body made her stomach fizz with an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal. She nodded, and Dr Turner squeezed her perky young breasts with an expert's touch, making Dot moan quietly at the back of her throat.
'Good girl,' he said, moving his fingers over her soft skin, sending electric ripples straight down to her clit. She looked to the side and saw the other women of her group in similar positions, some obviously more flustered than others. The Queen was giving a short opening spiel, which Dorothy tuned into just as it finished:
'... and size isn't the point. We're looking for sensitivity and elasticity. That means how much and how intensely they make the girls feel – which is a sign of good fertility – and how much fun they are to play with. Ready? Let's get started!'
Right away, Dr Turner's hands left Dorothy's boobs, only to return seconds later slathered in body oil, which he used to cover her teen tits as he slid his groping fingers all over them. Dot breathed harder, letting out horny little groans and mewls as she looked down to see her friendly neighbor's sinewy hands thoroughly massage her pillowy melons, alternating between pressing them together, rubbing them hard and deep, and squeezing each tit with one hand until he could cap off the fondling by pinching her big stiff nipples.
The oil allowed the old man's expert hands to glide all over her barely legal breasts, coating every inch to leave her smooth skin shiny under the spotlights and her cunt throbbing with fiery passion. Panting, she looked askance at the line of naked women beside her, all having their tits groped in front of the entire town. The two who'd been complaining about Natalie's slutty moans were being just as loud and desperate, and Dot wanted to feel smug about this, but watching her stern homeroom teacher's big, middle-aged udders get molested by a stranger and hearing her whorish moans of pleasure only turned Dorothy on.
She squeezed her thighs together, luxuriating in the attention her breasts were receiving, feeling strangely in tandem with her neighbors, like all the stimulation their breasts and nipples were receiving was transmitting straight to her young body, electrifying her nips and traveling to the core of her sensitive titties. Swimming in fuck hormones, she didn't notice the Queen making her way down the line to interview the Examiners until the microphone's foam cover was thrust over her shoulder, at Dr Turner's face.
'What do you think about this contestant?' she asked, eyeing Dorothy up and down. Having the Queen's eyes focused on her was exciting, like getting the attention of a celebrity. Dot bit her lip and made sure to stand up straight, thrusting her teen chest out at the other woman. The Queen smiled, and nodded at the other contestants. 'She's up against some pretty big competition, but she looks confident.'
'She's got reason to be,' he laughed. Dot gasped as he playfully slapped both of her tits at the same time, shocked that the sharp whack produced a flood of warm fuzz beneath the skin that migrated down to make her clit tingle. 'Her breasts are wonderful. About the size of oranges, so easy to take in hand and really knead –' he demonstrated, repeating his earlier actions, and Dorothy panted and tried not to squirm. '-- and her reactions are great. See how she shivers, and how her face gets that beautiful rosy tint? Awesome sensitivity, peak fertility if I had to guess. She's not as expressive as some of the other girls.' Dr Turner's tone was pointed, and even without being able to see him, Dorothy could tell he was casting a meaningful glance at the other women. 'But her body speaks for itself. She has nothing to prove to the rest of the Breedmaids.'
'Strong words from our most senior Examiner!' laughed the Queen. The words struck Dorothy: she'd always known him as the nice, protective old neighbor who'd watched over her countless times when her parents needed an evening to themselves. The thought that, all along, he'd been fondling and testing girls at the Festival – that he might even have done the same to her mother before she was born – made her feel funny. Dr Turner's hands left her body, and she saw the Queen gesture to the wings, opposite to where the women had walked onto the stage. 'You can head over to the Contact Point while we meet the last group. How about a round of applause?'
As the audience clapped and cheered (Dot was sure she heard her mom's voice), the group filed down to a backstage area that had been specially set up. This was Luckridge's only real theater, and Dorothy remembered being here several times for school plays and fundraisers, fancying herself a pretty good actor. Now, a wall divided the area, and she realized that backstage was so spacious to begin with because it had been built with the Festival of Fertility in mind. So much about the town revolved around the breeding ritual, and it made her head fuzzy with lust.
The Contact Point was a crucial part of the evening, where Breedmaids and Plowers could have their first interactions of the night while retaining anonymity. At this stage, the Point consisted of a wall with as many chest-level cubby holes as there were women, and cushioned velvet kneelers to keep them comfortable. The women were to slot their torso in the hole, which was open on the other side but currently covered with a curtain, and let their tits hang for the men behind the wall to stroke and massage without knowing whose breasts belonged to whom. The process was observed by Examiners, who took notes on which couples seemed best suited to each other – the boobs the Plowers liked best, and the touch the Breedmaids preferred.
With a rapid heartbeat, Dorothy took her place beside the other women, putting her chest flush with the padded hole to make her oiled-up tits available. She'd been touched by Dr Turner, and that felt amazing, but the stakes were much higher here. She was going to be groped by the man who'd be fucking her later tonight. Probably knocking her up. The contraption meant her arms were stuck in one place and she couldn't even play with her clit to evacuate the growing horniness within her, so she flexed her cunt for the smallest stimulation, felt the curtain be pulled aside to expose the row of naked breasts, and waited.
'Alright!' said the teen next to Reuben, as the tit buffet was revealed.
Reuben knew all the other Plowers, and he recognized the kid as one of his daughter's friends' boyfriend – Bruce, if he remembered right. His young boner looked ready to blow, almost sticking to his belly and already dribbling precum as he compulsively tugged on it when the Examiners weren't looking. Spurting meant instant disqualification from being that year's King, which is why most young guys didn't make it to the final rounds, and why Reuben's own wins twenty years ago had been so remarkable. The kid's hungry gaze tripped up on a pair of large breasts, with outsized pink areolas and pinchable button nipples. As the other men approached the Breedmaids, Reuben sidled up to Bruce and murmured, 'recognize them?'
'That's my girlfriend,' he replied, just as quietly. 'I'd know those boobs anywhere, and she has the same little birthmark.'
Reuben nodded, and looked at the soft, beautiful tits before them. These were Thea's breasts, his daughter's friends', and the idea made his cock twitch. Try as he might to be respectable, he'd noticed her swelling chest as she matured, and he'd had to try very hard not to jerk off when he'd looked out his office window one summer day and seen Thea and Dorothy sunbathing in the back garden, Thea's bikini top barely containing her huge teen titties.
'You don't want other guys to touch her?' he asked, a little strain of lust in his voice.
The pause told him everything he needed to know, but Bruce elaborated: 'I mean… the point of the Festival is to let go of all shame and relationships, right? If I stick with her on purpose, then I can't…'
… play with anyone else . Reuben smiled. 'If you want an excuse to go to somebody else, well… this one's a little occupied .'
As he said that, Reuben took Thea's tits in his hands and kneaded them with a grunt of appreciation. Bruce watched, startled, as the older man groped his girlfriend, bouncing her tits in his hands and angling his hips to rub his stiff prick in between her oiled breasts. Reuben thought of what Thea's face would look like at that moment, startled by the sudden attention, recognizing the familiar sensation of a hot, throbbing cock smearing prefuck all over her slutty tits, trembling with an open mouth as he stimulated her with his hands and dick.
On the women's side, Dorothy was startled by a sudden yelp that sounded just like Thea, followed by a series of surprised moans that grew in intensity. She was too far away to ask her friend what was happening, but it was obvious that one of the Plowers was having a great time playing with her soft jiggling tits. Hanging in their cubby, Dorothy's own breasts tingled in anticipation, her long nips standing at attention, begging to be pinched and rolled between a thumb and forefinger. Listening to her friend's rhythmic cries of pleasure, she hoped she'd be next.
Back with the Plowers, Reuben saw Bruce watch him manhandle his girl with gusto, and commented, 'she's got some grade-A funbags.'
'Y-yeah,' Bruce replied, as the older man eagerly rubbed his prick all over his girlfriend's breasts, kissing the nipples with his cockslit and leaving behind shiny trails of precum. His boycock was oozing clear slick like a drinking fountain. 'She sure does. And I guess since you're busy with her, it'd be a waste for me not to check out some of the others…'
'As far as you know, you've never met this girl in your life. And you're right,' Reuben winked, and pressed Thea's puppies together, before sticking his dick in between and titfucking her in front of her boyfriend, 'she's gonna be taken for a little while.'
Bruce laughed, awkward yet aroused, and followed his boner to the next awesome pair of breasts. Reuben absently toyed with his daughter's friend's huge milkers, marveling at the absurdity of the situation. Would his cock end up bottoming out in her young cunt and flooding it with his potent semen? What other women awaited them behind the wall? Thea's tits were cloud-soft around his powerful cock, and the sight of his flushed shiny dickhead bobbing in and out of her teenage cleavage was almost as hot as the way her breasts hugged his shaft and the knowledge of her identity. She was half his age, always concerned about her status and appearance, and he'd never imagined he'd end up fucking her sweet tits.
He'd joined the Festival lineup with no intention of making it to King, but the more he soaked in the debauched environment, the more he reconsidered, and spurting his little swimmers meant he'd definitely be struck off the list of contenders – like Bruce just was, if his ecstatic cry a few women down was anything to go by. Poor kid didn't know how to pace his hair-trigger teenage dick. He'd still get to fuck by the end of the night, but he couldn't get the crown.
Reuben's thrusts slowed, then stopped, and he slipped his throbbing, desperate dick out of the cuddly cavern made of Thea's breasts. Her pendulous tits still bore the marks of his fingers, where he'd gripped them to hold them together, and his clear prefuck painted her udders to make them shine even more than they had with the body oil. Noting the men already lining up for their turn with this endowed Breedmaid, he gave her a parting tweak of the nipple – smiling at the shudder it provoked – and set off down the line to find another pair to play with.
He figured he'd wander around for a while, maybe even keep his hands to himself since he was already so close to cumming – but, a couple dozen feet away from Thea, a fellow Plower left the cubby hole he'd been in to reveal boobs that immediately caught Reuben's eye.
The breasts weren't as big as Thea's, but they weren't small, either, a respectable C cup. They'd been played with: he could see fading finger marks where the other Plower had gripped them hard, but there was enough body oil left on them to show they hadn't been handled as much as some of the others. What really made him stop, though, were the nipples. Sitting on small areolas, they were stiff and stuck out surprisingly far, almost half an inch, begging to be touched – and so, he did, flicking the left one with his thumb.
The cute tits jiggled in surprise, so it seemed she really hadn't been handled that much – which was weird, really, because the more Reuben played with her nipples, the more addictive it became. He toggled the rubbery nub with his thumb while he stroked the soft skin of her breast with his fingers, then pinched it and pulled it to watch the skin tug, then release, and he could tell she was enjoying it by the way her breasts shook with her involuntary pleasure spasms, trembling like freshly made pudding.
He smiled as he continued pulling and tweaking. He'd always liked nice, long nipples, just like his wife had – in fact, he loved fucking her missionary so he could duck down and kiss and suck her nips mid-sex. Though he shouldn't have noticed, he knew his daughter Dorothy had inherited those pointy gifts. He'd often seen them poking tiny tents in her shirt when the weather got cold, begging for naughty, nimble fingers to make them stiffen to full hardness, or a greedy mouth to hide them from sight by sucking them in.
Thoughts of his daughter made his prick lurch, and it made him worry. He'd only been in this horny environment a few hours, and he was reverting to his old hypersexed ways – because, well, he wasn't usually like this, was he? He didn't look at his beloved little girl and want to do unspeakable, taboo things to her, right? Of course not. He had to remember that this night was like a pressure valve. To anchor himself, he put his face close to the beautiful breasts and clamped his lips around a nipple, not knowing he was suckling on his own daughter's young tits.
Behind the wall, Dorothy gasped, electrified by the wet heat pulling on her nipple. A few hands had teased her, sometimes holding on way too tight for it to feel good, but this latest Plower was a lot better. He was gentle, but assertive, handling her stiff, pokey nipples with an expert's touch, knowing just how to tease them to full sensitivity before going for the kill with twists and pulls that made Dot feel like she had strings of pure sex connecting the tips of her tits to her tingling cunt. For the first time that evening, she felt herself relax, allowing the arousal to spread through her whole body. Her pussy ached for contact, to be filled, and she realized that she'd never really thought of her breasts as sexual organs until that night. She knew people got pleasure from them, of course – she'd watched porn – but being touched made the experience completely different. What else could she discover with a Plower as caring as this?
Of course, she didn't know she was being fondled by her father, and she still had no clue it was him when he ducked in close and latched onto her big, stiff nipple.
Dorothy's back arched involuntarily, a cry bursting from her lips. The anonymous mouth nursed on her as though he truly expected milk, lips and tongue exquisitely massaging the hard little nub, interrupted only by the occasional harsh grazing of his teeth, threatening to bite without ever quite going that far in a way that made her want to be nibbled. Her hips rocked in empty air, burning up with the wish for any type of touch, her entire crotch reduced to a throbbing sensitive surface of desire.
That's when the short bark of an alarm rang through the backstage area.