Immediately, cool air replaced the gorgeous warmth around her nipple as the mouth disappeared. On the other side of the divide, Reuben cast a last fond look at the trembling pair of beautiful tits. The curtain moved back into place, hiding the dozens of chests from view, and he glanced around the room to see how many Plowers had disqualified themselves by shooting their load already. Counting Bruce, he saw three more men awkwardly shuffling to the catering table with limp, cum-stained dicks. All of them were fairly young, and some were already working on boning their cocks back up, enviously eyeing the stiff pricks of the other guys who were still in the running for Festival King. Reuben smiled and went to get himself a drink, erection pointing straight ahead.
On the women's side, Dorothy stayed in place. Her head was spinning with everything that had just happened, and her cunt was buzzing, girl drool trickling down the inside of her thighs in anticipation. She wanted to reach through the hole meant for her chest and call the mysterious man back to finish the job, finally strum her hot little clit and sink his cock into her tight muff.
A hand touched her shoulder, and Dot finally pulled herself away from her nook to see Natalie and Thea waiting for her. All three girls were bright red in the face, breathing hard from the touch of dozens of anonymous men, and Dorothy gasped when her eyes were drawn to Thea's huge, heavy tits. There were rapidly fading red marks where fingers had gripped onto them, and a sticky white goo clung to her skin.
'Somebody came on your boobs!' she whispered.
' Two guys f-fucked my breasts,' Thea said, putting her arms against her sides to make her large tits stick out. She wanted to sound matter-of-fact, but she was clearly flustered, unused to being used and confused about loving it. 'The second one couldn't help himself and sprayed all over them. Guess he's dropped out of the race.'
'Wow.' Dorothy couldn't help feeling a little jealous. The stranger who'd played with her so expertly hadn't smeared his spunk on her tits. Maybe he'd been beating off while he sucked her stiff nipples, but maybe she wasn't hot enough to drive men to compulsive jacking like her friend was. She did her best to bury those feelings, and continued, 'I think I heard both of you.'
'I definitely heard you!' said Natalie, flicking Dorothy's pokey nipple to make her gasp and squirm. 'I couldn't believe it at first. You get loud, Dot!'
'Seriously,' Thea agreed. 'It was kinda hot, not gonna lie. Sounded like we were on a porno set.'
The blush that had gradually been fading from Dorothy's cheeks came back with a vengeance. She'd been so lost in the haze of fuck hormones caused by the fondling session that she hadn't felt or heard herself make any noise at all. She wouldn't be winning any points with the older ladies from her group – who were assembling now, as the cliques reformed for the next Trial. The three friends wished each other good luck and hurried to their groups.
As their turn got nearer, Dot could hear rhythmic squeals and moans coming from the stage, different from the languid groans of the breast inspection. Even as her nervousness grew, the sounds of pleasure made her insides fuzzy, eager to discover what lay beyond the curtain, especially when Nat's high-pitched cries echoed through the wings. She ignored the sarcastic expressions on her fellow participants' faces, and smiled brightly when the Queen gestured for them to come forward.
It was less nerve-wracking walking under the hot stage lights for the third time, listening to enthusiastic applause, but once Dorothy saw the set-up, her heart started beating fast. There were five massage tables, covered with fresh white sheets, each with an Examiner standing beside it with a bottle of baby oil. She walked to her assigned place and was relieved to see Dr Turner there again, though that feeling was lined with apprehension. What were they going to do next?
'What a terrific welcome for our lovely ladies!' the Queen laughed into the mic, gesturing to the women behind her. 'You may have already met your match at the Contact Point… all I'll say is that our backstage Examiners kept a close eye on you, and plenty of prospective couples have already cropped up. Fingers crossed!'
Dorothy sat on the edge of the bed and smiled nervously at her elderly neighbor. Dr Turner was coating his hands with oil, rendering them as slick as he possibly could, rubbing his palms and fingers together. She knew those hands would be running over her smooth skin soon, and felt a tingle between her legs.
'Now we've seen how sensitive your breasts are, it's time to move down south. Examiners, spread 'em!'
With practiced ease, Dr Turner and his peers grabbed their women's knees and pulled them apart, exposing their blushing cunts to the spectators. Dot had no time to process what was happening before she found herself with her thighs wide apart, a cool breeze kissing the hot flesh of her horny pussy. The camera lingered on her gash, every detail displayed on the huge screen above the stage in crystal clear HD: her tiny stiff clit, puffy outer labia, prominent wrinkled inner lips, and the inviting pinkness of her vagina, the eager hole twitching and practically winking at the attention, all coated in shiny girl drool. The most intimate part of her body was on full display to her entire town, and rather than be mortified, she fleetingly wondered how many audience members wanted to dive into her hungry folds.
'We've got some really gorgeous vulvas, don't you think? God, I'm pretty straight, and even I'm a little tempted to just run my finger down all of 'em like the bars of a park fence – but much warmer and squishier,' said the Queen with a lecherous giggle. She cleared her throat and explained what was to come, as the screen above alternated between live shots of the various women's fantastic pussies and footage from last year's Trial, including videos of the current Queen being vigorously fingered until her whole body spasmed with an orgasm. 'The second Breedmaid Trial is all about the vag . A woman ready to breed will have thick cunt walls, a prominent cervix, and lots of nice slippery girl slick. And you can't forget the sensitivity!'
Sitting with her cunt bared, Dorothy listened with a sense of surreality. Was she really about to have that done to her? Have her virgin pussy reamed out deep for everyone she knew to see? How could this be happening to little Dorothy Kerr, who'd never done anything interesting her entire life?
As the Queen spoke, Dot felt a tickle against her ear as Dr Turner whispered, 'Don't worry, you'll like it.'
He'd told her that exact same thing when she was little, when her parents were on holiday and he looked after her, taking her to a county fair rollercoaster ride that her dad would definitely have freaked out about. Reuben was such a mother hen, always shielding her from anything that could mildly upset her – even though she found that she really enjoyed the ride, her stomach whipping up and down and side to side while she held onto her old neighbor's strong hand.
A strong hand which was now coaxing her naked hips to turn over, so her ass faced the sky.
'Of course, to test for all of that, our Examiners are gonna have to get very close and personal with our ladies… but they get a nice reward for their patience at the end. Are we ready?'
Dr Turner's fingers ghosted over Dot's perfect buttocks, raising goosebumps in their wake. Four other nude women were in the same position all along the stage, pussies and assholes quivering in anticipation under hundreds of pairs of eyes.
'And… go!'
The strong hands on Dorothy's ass slipped down, lubed by the oil, and for the first time, she felt another person's touch on her hot little pussy. She gasped quietly as the Examiner's fingers rubbed up and down her flushed lips, and bucked her hips when two probing fingers entered the heat of her vagina. She'd been a little too anxious to fully feel the depths of arousal the situation brought up in her, but as Dr Turner expertly probed inside her for the most pleasurable spots, she started to quiver and pant. A third finger slipped in easily, and now he'd found her g-spot, her neighbor started finger-fucking her in earnest, pistoning his hand in a perfect steady rhythm that punched her lust receptors like a speedbag.
'Oh, fuck!' Dot squealed, back arching, cunt walls throbbing around thrusting fingers. If she wasn't so mired in the moment, she might worry he was filling her up too much and too fast, even though she'd gotten used to the dildos the Festival Committee sent her in the mail. With the oil coating his hands and the abundant slick coming from her fuckhole, however, he could pump his fingers inside her with ease.
Which was just as well, because once he was sure she could easily take the index, middle, and ring fingers of his right hand, he added those of his left.
Dr Turner's right hand stiled, middle three fingers up to the knuckles inside the teenager he'd known since birth. The three fingers of his left hand rested just over her twitching asshole, at the bottom of her stretched cunt, which was upside down due to her prone position. He counted her breaths, and on a deep exhale, he slipped his left middle fingers inside her, starting to fuck her tight hole before she'd even let out a gasp.
Dorothy's calves lifted off the massage bed, knees bending as her whole body tensed at the intensity of the attention. Her little pussy was stretched as big as it could go, but not so much it was painful – just enough to feel extraordinary, like showering with water barely under scalding point. Every single surface of her sensitive pink tunnel was stimulated, the old man's rough middle knuckles and the soft pads of his fingers massaging her walls deep, while his base knuckles rubbed hard against her hyperactive clit and sensitive taint. Knowing the cameras would focus on the penetration of her abused virgin hole at any moment, showing it on the cinema-sized screen above… it made it impossible for Dorothy to think about anything but the concentrated, ticklish fullness between her legs.
'Looks like you're being very thorough already!'
The Queen sidled up to them, in the process of commentating on every Breedmaid under consideration. Dr Turner didn't slow his vigorous fingering for a second, speaking as calmly as if he were performing a regular medical exam.
'Yeah, she was plenty warmed up on her own. I knew she could take it,' he said, pride clear in his voice, and this praise only made the hot tickle in Dot's cunt and clit burn stronger, like her whole lower body was just one giant pleasure nerve.
'Don't leave us hanging! How does she feel?'
'Great.' His pistoning became more deliberate, with slower, deeper strokes, and it felt almost too intimate to her. Dorothy liked her neighbor plenty, but this felt – well, she was still crazy horny, but her heart felt a little uneasy. His fingers probed her tunnel, pressing on certain spots that made her squirm. 'Just the right texture, thick and spongy walls, amazingly sensitive all over. I just need to check her cervix. Hup .'
With that last word, he made a final push to graze the tight donut of her cervix – which sent a shock of pain through Dorothy's body that interrupted her steady wanton moans with a sharp 'ow!' Dr Turner patted the small of her back in apology, pulled his fingers out of her, and easily flipped her over into a supine position. Before she reacted further, he pressed down on her lower stomach with the heel of one hand and slipped his lubed fingers back inside her, zeroing in on her g-spot and drilling her like a powerful cock might, hitting the most sensitive parts of her pussy while his thumb rubbed circles on her horny button.
'There, just a little sting. She's definitely ready to conceive. One of the most perfectly ripe girls I've ever checked.'
An 'ooh!' came from the audience, clearly full of long-timers who'd seen the doctor examine hundreds of women. The Queen made a noise of approval, and in the background of the sounds coming from the loudspeaker, Dorothy could hear her own slutty mewls and moans, and she was amazed she could sound – like that . So sexual. So enticing.
'I'll let you finish up, then. Thank you very much!'
She moved on to the next pair, and Dorothy weakly looked over at Dr Turner, who leaned in close with a kind smile, never interrupting his work on her delicious young pussy.
'You get a reward,' he said, and she felt his fingers adopt a hook-like shape to dig deep and drill her perfect depths. 'Just relax and enjoy the ride.'
Dorothy smiled back, a little nervous, and did as she was told. It was pretty obvious where this was going, and it made sense based on the beliefs undergirding the Festival. Men were strictly forbidden from cumming if they wanted to remain in the running for King, in order to not diminish the reproductive capacity of their full, heavy balls, but women were free to orgasm in the run-up to the breeding ritual. Ancient wisdom said it made them more receptive to the Plowers' seed, like properly tilled and prepared soil.
Dr Turner was pragmatic, and his goal was to make the Breedmaid under his examination orgasm rather than form any sort of bond with her, so he bypassed gentle touch for a diligent focus on the most powerful fuck receptors in Dot's inexperienced cunt and throbbing little clit. In no time, as her breathing and moaning intensified, she started to feel a squirming heat pool between her legs, radiating up to her lower belly. She knew what an orgasm felt like – she'd brought herself to one plenty of times – but she'd never experienced the pussy-clenching, body stiffening waves of nutting at someone's else's hand before, and not being in control of the rhythm at which it flooded her was overwhelming. Dr Turner didn't give her time to slow down, ride it out in mountains and valleys, and his hammering hand mercilessly drove her to an inevitable climax. Reflexively, she gripped his old, strong wrist with her shaking hands, and kept his fingers wedged firmly in and on her quivering puss as the full force of tonight's first orgasm shot through her.
Dorothy was still letting out little whines and shuddering as the spasms of pleasure radiated from her cunt, when Dr Turner slipped his fingers out and raised his free hand, which had the Queen hurry to him.
'Has your Breedmaid – oh, she came!' The camera panned over Dot's teenage body, focused tight on her jiggling breasts, sunken and spread over her chest by gravity, trembling because of her shaky breathing and beating heart, rigid nipples pointing to the sky like fingers; down her soft beautiful stomach, which shone with sweat, and finally lingering on her exposed sex. Her lips were clenching and unclenching, clit still hard and poking out from under its hood, hole still open from the vigorous deep frigging so the pinkness of her fucktunnel was projected on the theater screen above. Her whole crotch shone under the lights, partly from the oil the old doctor had spread on it, but mostly from her own copious cunt juices. The Queen crouched to get down near Dorothy's dazed head. 'Can you sit up, sweetheart? No talking, just nod or shake your head.'
Dot nodded, and after taking in a few steadying breaths, she got on her knees with her legs slightly spread, and the a ripple of approval went through the crowd as everybody watched a drop of girlslick cling to the bottom of her pussy lips and stretch, and stretch, fed by her horny young body, until the clear, sticky grool was down almost to the surface of the massage table, between her legs. It was proof of her readiness to fuck, the hunger her body felt to be stuffed and reamed out by a virile cock, producing as much lube as it naturally could to ease in the fattest, stiffest poles. Dot had always been embarrassed by how wet she became, but thanks to the reactions of those around her – the crowd, the approving looks from the organizers, the jealous glances from the other Breedmaids – she felt real pride in her body.
'Now that's talent you can't teach!' exclaimed the Queen. She blew a playful gust between Dorothy's thighs, making the string of slick dance back and forth and break. Dorothy felt the cool air caress her hot, flushed labia, and shivered. 'I think we can let our Breedmaid friend here move to the Contact Point, what do you say? And don't worry… she'll be back soon for the real fun.'
Clapping and cheering from the audience accompanied her off stage, and Dot stumbled into the Contact area still dazed from her orgasm. It had been overwhelming in the moment, but as the endorphins evaporated, she realized it was pretty utilitarian, and in a way, that was a good thing. What was she supposed to do if her kind, elderly neighbor suddenly fell in love with her? He was amazing at getting women off with his fingers, clearly, and she did like him – but she didn't feel bonded to him. Not like she hoped to be bonded to… whoever would end up fucking her tonight.
As the dreamy haze cleared, she took in the scene before her. The cubbies were still in place, but different. Instead of chest-level gaps for girls to pop their tits through, the hole was circular and far lower placed, at the end of a long cushioned plank. She didn't have to wonder what to do, since there were plenty of women using them already: on their backs, legs vertical, and asses and cunts stuck through the holes to the other side.
This Contact Point was to let the Plowers familiarize themselves with the pussy on offer.
Dorothy's cunt was still sensitive from the frigging, but she was curious to see what would happen. How many people would play with her vulva? What would they do? The Plowers couldn't fuck her, but they could use their fingers and mouths. Cautiously, Dot lay down on the plank, shuffled until her delicious girl parts were through the hole, and absently plucked at her own stiff nipples while the curtain on the men's side opened.
Reuben had kept himself happily occupied between Trials. He paced himself, drinking water and snacking on fruit while he chatted to the other Plowers. Some compulsively fluffed their erections, eager for the rest of the night, but he let himself flag a little, avoiding tiring himself out early. He could tell which men were going to knock themselves out of the running in the next Contact period, before the Plower Trials had even started.
Sure enough, as the curtains were pulled back to reveal a buffet of cunt, most of the fellows he'd marked for elimination blew their loads early, whether by jacking off while licking and sucking on pussy, sliding their cocks between those slippery lips one too many times, or, in one case, hands-free as he passionately went down on a beautiful trembling vulva, with the most suckable, prominent lips Reuben had ever seen. Though the guy was no longer in the running for King, Reuben had to respect somebody who loved eating pussy that much.
He was no slouch himself, but he was taking it easy, knowing he'd be under significant pressure during the Trials. He stroked his dick from time to time, going from booth to booth to squeeze, pet, and tease the cunts, appreciating what made them different and imagining what the women behind them were like. The slimline puss with the big suckable clit and neatly trimmed bush belonged to a girl in her late twenties, passionate about social justice; the plump cleft with a metal ball protruding from its tiny fucknub was courtesy of an overworked but wicked stay at home mom; the twat with the full, protruding labia – very fun to flick – and the untamed pubes was property of a prim and proper teacher who'd take charge in bed and ride his face til dawn.