Irma smiled back at him from the crowd, heart and clit throbbing. She did have a pretty good guess about which women would make it to the final selection process, and which girl would likely be chosen – but it couldn't be. She couldn't be about to watch her husband impregnate their daughter in front of the whole town. There had to be some sort of contingency measure if it came to that. Something to stop them from committing the ultimate taboo.
But, deep down, she hoped there wouldn't be, because she'd never been this turned on in her life
Breedmaid number three!'
Dorothy blinked, and when she really processed that everyone was looking at her, clapping and smiling, she broke into a delighted laugh and had to stop herself from jumping in excitement. From backstage, the women heard the cheering crowd as that year's Festival King was crowned, and soon, once the eliminated Plowers filed out, they lined up so the hosts could announce which five ladies had been picked for the final selection process by the judges.
Dot's confidence hung in stasis, and with each number that was called out before her, she became increasingly worried. Maybe she should have been louder, braver, less ashamed. Maybe the opposite was true, and playing up the virgin ingenue angle would have worked – but this was a breeding ceremony with pagan roots, and they didn't have those constructs back then, did they? She was so in her head that when the Queen called her number as the final Breedmaid to go through to the selection process, she didn't even register it.
Even as she stood amongst her peers, being fitted with a blindfold, she couldn't quite believe how close she was to the finish line.
'Alright, Luckridge!' the King announced, as the Queen tied a length of rich golden cloth around the Breedmaids' heads, padded so they wouldn't be able to peer down the bottom. 'This is when the Festival moves out of our hands and into those of our worthy contestants – namely, the Plower who'll be taking over as King of Fertility at the end of the night.'
Reuben waved at the crowd. A curtain had been drawn vertically across the platform that stood on the stage, separating him from the five final women. The Queen walked around the front edge of the curtain, holding the final blindfold, which Reuben let her tie in place with a relaxed smile. In the meantime, the King continued:
'For this last step, our Plower will be "meeting" the most eligible Breedmaids in this year's line-up – or, well, he'll be meeting their mouths . For this test of compatibility and chemistry, he'll kiss each one for as long as he wants, and whoever he feels the greatest spark with will be our new Festival Queen. The couple will take their positions on the Breeding Bed…'
He gestured to the piece of furniture which had hosted the handjob duels, placed strategically so the curtain sat on its middle, half the strange lounge chair sitting either side of the divide. Holding Reuben's hand, the Queen guided him across the front of the curtain to stand before the five girls, and put his strong fingers around those of the first woman, so he'd know where to go.
'... and when they're in the middle of their holy connection – all will be revealed. So! Darling, are we all set?'
'We sure are,' said the Queen, gracefully hopping off the platform in her high heels and sauntering up to her husband's side. 'And remember, folks, it's normal to have your favorites, but cheering or otherwise trying to influence the Plower isn't allowed, alright? We're trying to find a real connection here. As we always say: it's not a pageant, it's providence . Plower, start your search!'
With a smile he knew the woman couldn't see, Reuben took her other hand and leaned in to find her mouth, planting a first light kiss on her lips to make sure he had the right spot before going in a second time with a deep tongue exploration that she eagerly welcomed. Though it wasn't his favorite part of sex, he did like kissing. Most of the pleasure came from the closeness he felt with his wife. The thrill of making out with a stranger in front of a crowd did make the bottom of his stomach and balls tingle with arousal, but it felt more like a routine ritual than anything else. A short but nice little session with the first anonymous woman was followed with the second, then the third, the stage quiet save for the quiet smacking sounds of lips and tongues.
Dorothy judged the proximity of the Plower by the wet noises that came closer the further he went down the line, and as her turn loomed, her insides were filled with a mixture of fizzy anticipation and anxiety. She'd kissed a few boys, at parties, but this felt so much more important. It was the make or break moment, when her fate would be decided. There was a slight pause in the sounds nearby, and suddenly, she felt big hands envelop hers, which made her draw in a sudden breath. And then, she felt his lips.
Most audience members had to make a conscious effort not to gasp as the kiss deepened. The Kerrs were well-known in the community, both for Reuben's impressive two-year streak of Festival wins and his overall high standing as a business owner with a friendly and helpful disposition. Almost everybody in attendance knew they were watching a father and daughter make out, watching a man's cock stiffen more as his mouth moved in tandem with his child's, the glans pointing hungrily at the sweet little pussy he'd created.
No one was more aware than Irma, who stared at her husband and daughter's increasingly frantic kissing, first with a pang of outrage that almost instantly morphed into a hot, thick lust that coursed through her veins. Watching Reuben's big tongue prod the inside of their baby's mouth was absurdly, mind-meltingly horny, and when his stiff prick bumped against Dorothy's clit, Irma let out a shaky moan. A glance at the hosts showed they had no intention of stopping this depravity. If anything, the King was slowly massaging the huge lump in his slacks, while the Queen squeezed her legs together and bit her lip, touching her husband's chest. Without thinking, Irma reached between her thighs and started rubbing her cunt over the crotch of her pants.
Dorothy, meanwhile, was a little hazy with desire. The first couple of pecks were surprisingly chaste and gentle, but when she felt the Plower's tongue poke her lips, she quickly parted to let him lick her tongue. It was hot and slippery against her own, forcefully twisting around in her mouth in a way that made her clit seem connected directly to her tongue, each languid lick and nibble of her pink lips ramping up the desire in her teenage body. It was crazy, but she swore she recognized this man from the way he used his tongue, and she was sure he was the guy who'd made her cum while sucking on her clit earlier – the same guy who'd so skilfully played with her breasts. There was an irresistible familiarity that made this all the hotter, and made her virgin cunt desperate to be broken in by him.
Reuben was startled by how different this woman felt. Their kiss broke for just a second, and instinctively, he reached out with his tongue and met hers in the air, both freed from the warm, wet cages of their mouths to embrace and mingle between them. It tickled, and it made the pre leak out of his dick like a faucet. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew this girl, and though he couldn't place it, her familiar natural scent was like an aphrodisiac. He'd rarely felt a fucklust this strong, and when, involuntarily, his hips bucked and his sensitive glans brushed her pussy, he practically pounced on her, grabbing her slim body with one hand and biting her neck with unrestrained passion. His cockhead lodged itself between her legs, slipping up and between her pussy lips to tease him with a foretaste of what plowing her would be like. The Breedmaid moaned – a sound that made him grunt – and her fingers automatically gripped his hot shaft, jacking it against her drooling cunt as she humped it and saw stars.
'Hey, hey!' the King said with a laugh, stepping forward to gently pull on Reuben's shoulders as the Queen did the same to Dorothy, separating them. 'Love the passion, but you haven't made your choice yet. Save it for the climax of the ceremony.'
Both hosts guided their contestant to opposite sides of the curtain. Irma and the other spectators watched with bated breath. Reuben's choice was a near certainty, at this point, but the organizers didn't seem to have any intention to intervene. Were they about to allow raw incest breeding in front of the whole town? Reuben had a smile on his face as the King lifted the blindfold off his eyes. He was a little red in the face, blushing like an excitable teenager, cock almost parallel with his stomach in sheer arousal.
'Well then, sir,' the King said, with jocular deference, 'do you need time to think about who'll be crowned Queen?'
Immediately, Reuben licked his lips, still shiny with his little girl's spit, grabbed the base of his meat, balls visibly shifting in his sack to pull closer to his body and a little squirt of precum landing on his pecs. With his free hand, he confidently raised all five fingers, and just as Irma gasped, the King announced into his mic: 'Breedmaid number five, you're our new Festival Queen!'
The reigning Queen had just lifted the cloth off Dorothy's eyes when she was chosen, and Dot's hands flew to cover her grinning mouth, overjoyed and terrified and shocked all at once. The other four competitors seemed genuinely pleased for her, clapping and taking turns giving her a quick hug, and she was so overwhelmed by what was about to happen she didn't even register the press of their soft nakedness against hers.
'Congratulations,' the Queen whispered, guiding her to the bed. 'How do you feel? You can talk, quietly.'
'Um, it's – a lot,' Dorothy murmured, with a giggle. 'I mean, in one way, it's like, wow. I'm so excited, and so –'
'Turned on?'
The Queen brushed her fingertips across Dot's clit, sending a shiver up her spine. She nodded. 'And, uh, kind of… scared?'
They reached the bed, bisected by the curtain. The Queen helped Dorothy onto it, settling down comfortably, and stroked her hair. 'First time? Well, your Plower is – very experienced. You're in good hands. Great hands, actually. With the dildos we sent you, his skills, and your connection , you'll have an amazing time.'
Her eyes seemed to take on a particular shine when she mentioned their connection, which Dorothy interpreted as fascination over the fate that conspired to bring her and this mysterious man together, not knowing it was much more base horniness at the imminent full-penetrative incest they were all about to witness. Heart hammering, Dorothy slid down the bed to slip her legs past the veil, until everything below her navel was on the other side.
Reuben watched those pretty, silky legs emerge from the curtain like a magic act, followed by the cutest, most mouth-watering pussy he'd ever seen. There was something familiar about the sight, something that made his already racing pulse almost painful, a drum beat that travelled from his chest all the way to his raging cock. If he'd soul-searched a little more, he might have placed that familiarity for what it was: recognising his own flesh, his own daughter's beautiful legs and the vulva he'd glimpsed so recently. Instead, he realized that he'd met this pretty little cunt earlier that night, when he'd licked and sucked those same sopping wet lips and the hard nub of that clit during the Contact Point. He smiled. There really was some element of fate at play, it seemed.
Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed and took his place between the Breedmaid's spread legs, immediately taking his throbbing shaft in hand to get his drooling prickhead better acquainted with its new home. With a soft moan, he rubbed his glans all over the girl's pussy, slipping easily thanks to their mingling slick. His sensitive frenulum bumped her stiff clit and flicked it from side to side, making her fuckhole tighten and her thighs tremble with pleasure. The evidence of her desire for him only made Reuben crazier to rut into her.
The lenses of the high-definition cameras were pointed at the couple from different angles, capturing the experience in detail, the screen above the stage displaying a gargantuan version of Reuben's twitching prick sloppily kissing his daughter's malleable pussy. He was putting on a show, but he could see the girl's hips move, pleading for more, and he was at the end of his rope, too. The hosts watched with lustful eyes, not moving to stop them. Easily, he slid his cockhead between her lips, and thoroughly lubed, his erection slipped inside her cunt.
And through the rush of bliss that enveloped his cock and spread an ecstatic haze through his whole body, Reuben vaguely heard the collective gasp from the audience. There was no coming back from this. It was undeniable, raw incest, and they were watching it live. Slowly, the screen showed Reuben tenderly rearing back, then driving his powerful cock back into that heavenly fucksleeve, her lips clinging to his rugged pole like she didn't want to let him go.
And Dorothy truly didn't.
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