Having slept most of the day, Ellie got up about a half hour before midnight, wide awake. At midnight, the fertility festival would begin, and as the 'Fertility Goddess' persona of this festival, she had to be ready for her duties. She cleansed her body thoroughly, outside and in, since she knew that much of her anatomy would be called into usage. She wore no makeup, letting the wholesomeness of her bare flesh be her beauty. She regarded her nude figure in the full length mirror.
During the week leading up to this festival, she'd had daily hormonal injections, to ripen her eggs. Consequently, her breasts looked larger and felt more sensitive. Turning, she noted that her hips seemed more flared now. She actually resembled an Earth goddess... oops... make that a Mars goddess, given that within the dome they were simulating a Mars colony.
She decided that she wouldn't eat today, since sex and a full stomach didn't go well together. She knew that she'd be given tea anytime she requested it. Still looking in the mirror, she thought, "I might be drinking more cum than tea, if we have a good festival." The thought of that made her body tingle reflexively. She freely admitted she wanted to be the best at all she attempted, and that included fucking. Traditionally, it was considered good luck to at least interact with the chosen 'Fertility Goddess' of the festival. So Ellie expected to come into contact with all 79 of the other adults in the colony during this day. It was bound to be exhausting, but she was looking forward to it all.
Normally, she walked around nude all the time, but for this occasion, she put on a white, gauzy, see-through top that was like an extended blouse. It's lower edge reached her mound. Her sex was on display below that edge, and her darker areolae were clearly visible through the thin material. This made her look more exotic, attractive, and titillating than being fully naked.
There was a dim glow overhead from a waxing crescent moon as Ellie strolled to her position of honor. It was a crossroads between the four largest fields of crops. The location was also the exact center of the force field that sustained the dome. As expected, she found the objects waiting there. There were two smooth wooden chairs -- both lacked arms, and one even lack legs. There was a smooth metal collar with a long chain attached to a stake in the ground. There were also 4 stakes nearby where a 'supplicant' could bind her spreadeagled... face up or face down if they desired. As everyone's servant for the day, she ceremonially closed the chained collar around her neck until it clicked itself locked.
The crossroads were usually a worn dirt path between the fields, but for this festival, a lush ground cover had been transplanted, giving a soft surface. Her plan was to wear the blouse until 6 am, be naked from then until 6 pm, and wear the blouse once more until midnight. Her role required her to satisfy everyone's desires -- anyone who asked. Their home-grown tradition said that if she was obedient and successful in this, the crops would be blessed, and they'd have a great harvest.
As she settled into place, she didn't have long to wait. Everyone knew the spot where she'd be waiting, just as everyone knew who'd be the 'Fertility Goddess' today. As she'd hoped, her close friend, Phil, arrived a few minutes after midnight. "Hi, Ellie." He took her hands in his. "Let me look at you. I so seldom see you dressed." He had her turn around, and also give him a look at each side view, before having her face him again. He'd noted the fullness of her breasts, and the subtle increase in the flair of her hips. "Lovely... a true fertility goddess," he decided aloud. "In this dim moonlight that thin white material glows a little, emphasizing your charms -- hardly concealing them at all."
She giggled. "By my 'charms' I assume you mean my tits. I don't think this thing covers my crotch very much."
He looked skeptical. "No? I'll be the judge of that." He got down on one knee, and stared. "Darn," he muttered. "Why didn't I bring my flashlight?" he asked rhetorically. "But you're right, Ellie. Even in this dim light I can see that these lower 'charms' are completely uncovered." He stood up and checked the collar around her neck and its chain.
When he took his hands away, Ellie sank gracefully to her knees, and looked down at the ground with her arms extended forward, palms up. "How may I serve you, Sir?" she asked ritually. "What is your desire?"
In response, he sat down on the legless chair, resting his back against it. Pulling her onto his lap, he positioned her sideways, with both of his arms cuddling her against him. "You may serve me... for now... by letting me hold you close like this. If someone else comes along, they can watch me be the first to plant my seeds deep inside you on this festival day."
Drinking in the sight of his dark brown hair, brown eyes, and muscular build, she snuggled into his warmth, pressed against his washboard abs, and turned her face up for a kiss. That wonderful kiss lasted and lasted, their lips softly, sweetly mingling. "I really like Phil," Ellie thought. And that thought made the kiss extra special, and they both felt it. Time drifted by as they snuggled, possibly a companionable hour or two.
When Tammy approached them, they both greeted her. "Have you finished with her?" Tammy asked Phil.
"No, we were waiting for an audience," he replied with a grin. He faced Ellie. "It's time for this agronomist to plow your furrow, my dear."
She chuckled, knowing that the 'furrow' he was talking about was the slit between her pussy lips. "May your orgasm make our crops abundant," she intoned. "What would please you the most, kind Sir? Face up or face down?"
"Face down with you flat against the turf, to better transfer the energies of our coupling into the crops."
As Ellie moved to stretch herself against the ground, her thighs a little way apart, Tammy was busy sucking and pumping Phil's cock, to lube it with her saliva, and maximize its stiffness. The smooth purplish head appeared and disappeared at her lips. She also played with his hairless ball sack, massaging the sensitive skin. His cock was now almost 7 inches long, and deliciously thick. He stroked her hair gratefully. "Thanks, Tammy. I think I'm ready now."
Ever helpful, Tammy reached between Ellie's thighs to open her pussy lips, offering Phil the opening he sought. He slid his cock easily into Ellie, who grunted softly as her honey pot was filled to capacity with his manhood. She was now so keyed up that the moment he began plowing her, she moaned happily. "Ohh... that's so fantastic, Phil!" she exclaimed. "I want to be filled to the brim with your seeds! Plant your crop inside me! Give me a baby, darling!"
The raw carnality in her voice was inspiring. Phil indeed shoved his plow in and out of her fertile furrow. The fact that Tammy was murmuring words of encouragement also spurred him on, but the ultimate trigger was Tammy's soft, warm hand reaching between his thighs to massage his ball-sack! He cried out, grimacing, as his muscles began contracting rhythmically, propelling a prodigious amount of his hot seed through his internal tubes, out along the length of his cock, and spewing it onto and through Ellie's cervix!
Pinned to the ground as she was, with Phil's pelvis pressed hard against her ass cheeks, his semen had very little room at the far end of her vaginal tunnel. It followed the path of least resistance, which was through her cervical opening and into her womb. Once there, his sperm began their race toward her egg -- or perhaps her eggs, given the hormonal treatments. She could feel or imagine his seeds being planted, which triggered her own orgasm. Howling softly, she moved her hips in a churning fashion, extracting the remainder of his life-giving semen.
Spent, Phil came out, rolled off her and ended up on his back beside her on the soft turf. His now deflating cock was coated with a gleaming, slimy froth of their mixed cums. Smiling at Phil, Tammy placed one of her feet next to Ellie's hip and the other between Ellie's hip and Phil's. She grasped Ellie's hips and eased them upward. The quivering woman gave no resistance, ending up with her ass raised high, and her head pillowed on her arms.
Tammy knelt near Ellie's face, whispering, "That should help keep Phil's sperm inside you, Ellie. Gravity will give the little swimmers an even better chance of reaching their goals."
In response, Ellie moaned blissfully, imagining finally getting pregnant. She opened her eyes just as Tammy leaned in for a soft, tender kiss. Both women experienced an acceleration of heart rate, feeling the love and care conveyed by that kiss. Then Ellie remembered her role for the festival. As the kiss ended in its own, natural time, she murmured, "How may I serve you, Miss? What is your desire?"
Tammy giggled merrily. "You may serve me by keeping your tits against the ground, and your ass up high like you are. I'll sit in front of you, and you can slide your hands under me to cradle my ass as you make me cum with your mouth."
"Mmmmm. Thank you... it's my pleasure to give you this service. May your orgasm make our crops abundant," Ellie finished, ritually. When Tammy placed her pussy beneath Ellie's upraised face, both women knew that she was aroused by her wetness that was evident in the moonlight, and the musky, enticing fragrance of her fluids. Ellie wasted no time slipping her hands under her friend's bare buttocks. The warm, fleshy weight on her cupped palms helped Ellie anchor her arms and gave her leverage to easily press her mouth against the woman's pussy lips.