Village

Project Village

Martha was sitting in her house in the village. It was a one room building with wood timber walls and ceiling. The walls were grounded by a couple feet of bricks, and the ceiling was a weave of thatch. Martha was sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at a portion of the brick wall along the bottom of the interior near the back. It had been banged into enough that it was beginning to crack and fall out of place. Martha would send for a mason later. This house was home to all the Breeders of the village. These women were praised for their ability to help the village and humanity flourish. The Breeders had the ability to always have healthy offspring. Their bodies adapted to breeding as they had more children. Their breasts grew to feed more, and their hips spread wider to make births easier. The more they bred, the better they got at it. When one village became large enough, it would send a few families and one Breeder out to migrate and start a new village, to help tame the world.

Martha had had enough babies for her body to be changed from the normal. Her breasts were big, a great handful each. Her hips were wide, spreading her generous butt wide, giving easy access to her pussy. She had a thigh gap, despite her plump thighs. Her hair was brown and cascaded down to her hips. Now she was pulling water from the well, preparing water jugs. She filled them at the well. Once each jug was full, she sat on the side of the well to get a breather. She wiped sweat from her brow with one hand and rested the other on her pregnant belly. She took a drink from one of the jugs she had just filled. Nursing was what consumed most of their time, and they needed to stay hydrated to support that feeding. She tied two jugs with ropes and carried them back to the Breeder's hall.

She got the first two back to the hall. She put them on the floor for now, she would place them properly once she had all of them. As she walked back outside, a man approached her. "Mother Martha," the young man said. "Do you need carrying those jugs?"

"I'll be fine," Martha panted. "I don't want to keep you from your work."

"We've just finished, Mother. We were about to go to the mess hall for some dinner."

"If you're free, then I will take your help." They walked to the well and filled up jugs and carried them to the Breeder's hall, repeating this until all the jugs were filled and next to each bed. Martha and the young man had worked up a sweat by the end of this. "Thank you," Martha said to the young man. "It's kind of you to help me at the end of your workday."

"Happy to do it, Mother."

"And I'm happy to have such nice young men in the village." Martha drew close to the man. She put her hands around his back. "It makes me so grateful." Martha ran her hands down along the man's stomach and settled at his hips. She looked into his eyes. She steadied herself by clutching his belt and kneeled onto her knees. She unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock. It was girthy and rearing to go. She opened her lips and took it into her mouth. The man put his hand on the top of Martha's head. She got to sucking. Her lips parted wide to accommodate the extra girth. Her tongue danced around the cockhead, and she could feel it clench in pleasure. She drew back and jerked the wet cock, looking into the eyes of its owner. His face was red. He was trying to hold back. Martha opened her mouth and took the cock once more. Her body could accept any phallus, and glided down the shaft with ease, her face landing on the man's pelvis. She worked back and forth, totally obscuring the cock down her throat. This only lasted a minute before it became too much for the man. He grabbed Martha's head with both hands and closed his eyes. He pushed his hips forward, sheathing his cock in her throat. Martha could feel the cum launch into her. Once the man had finished, he opened his eyes, and saw Martha staring into him, her mouth sealed to his crotch. Her released her head and she withdrew, letting the deflating cock fall out of her mouth.

"Thank you, young man." She wiped her mouth with her hand. "Would you please help me up?" The man instantly extended his hand and lifted the pregnant woman from her knees. She ruffled her skirt back into shape. "Now you better get some food while it's still warm." The man only nodded, still recovering. Martha looked down. "But put that away first." The man looked down at his flaccid member still hanging out. He quickly put it away and secured his belt before leaving.

Martha watched him leave. He ran his hands over his face and ruffled his own hair. He walked with his back straight and his chin up. Martha sat on her bed. She took a drink from the jug she had used earlier. She stared at the cracks in the brick wall as she sipped. She would send for a mason tomorrow. She put her jug back on the floor and sat back. She felt a grumble in her tummy and decided she would get some dinner for herself.

***

Martha was inside the Breeders hall. She was tidying up while waiting for the mason to finish repairing the wall. He was a middle-aged man. He was picking bricks from a cart he had brought and fitting them into in the wall. While Martha was swapping blankets on beds, she looked at the man. Lifting the cart up and down had given him a strong pair of shoulders and back. She watched how he spread the mortar, and precisely placed each brick in the wall.

They both worked until the man had sealed the hole. He rose from his kneeling position. "All done, Mother Martha," he said. Martha went over to him and the section of the wall.

"Thank you. Here, let me get you something to drink." Martha fetched a small jug of water and a damp cloth and brought them to the man.

"Thank you, Mother," he said. He used the cloth to wipe his face and hands and threw it over his shoulder. He took the jug and downed it just a few seconds. Martha took these back and set them on a table. She went to the repaired section of wall and gave it a nudge. "The mortar will take some time to dry. After that, it should be stronger than before. It'll take some hard bumps."

"Good," Martha said. She bent over, placing her hands on the wall and extending her butt back. "Let's test that. Come here." The man walked forward. Martha drove her hips back until her cushy rear end was smooshed into the man's crotch. She moved in a circle, feeling his cock harden. She was pregnant, so she didn't need his seed, but she wanted to thank him. Once she felt him at full mast she said, "Now test out my walls."

HE grabbed her skirt and pulled it down, revealing her wet pussy. He pulled down his own pants, letting his erect cock swing out. He wasted no time and grabbed her hips and shoved it in. Not so delicate there Martha thought to herself. But the man made up for it in power. He drove hard into her pussy, causing great jiggling waves in her butt. Despite the lack of technique, Martha still found herself moaning in reaction to this assault. Her hands splayed on the wall trying to steady herself. The man moved one of his hands to her bare shoulder to get a better grip. His hands were rough. Martha arched her back as much as her pregnant belly would allow. The man drove into her hard and fast. They kept this up for a minute, a mix of smacking, moaning, and grunting, before the man moved his hand from her shoulder to grab her throat. Martha reflexively clutched the hand around her windpipe, but she loved it. He squeezed her neck and Martha let out a yell as she came. Her pussy clenched as it let out extra juice. Her head slumped forward, and she panted. The man wasn't done yet. What stamina Martha thought to herself. She decided to use one her tricks on him, to give him a treat. Breeders could contract their pussies and control it. As the cock retreated from her pussy, she would tighten more and more, until she was near crushing the cockhead. The man couldn't escape and drove back inside. Martha would ease pressure until the cock was kissing her womb again. It was technique to pleasure the man and ensure he came inside.

After only a minute of this the man came, semen erupting in Martha's pussy. He drove forward one last time and shoved Martha into the wall. They stayed like that for a moment, until the man returned to his senses and retracted from her vagina. They both breathed heavy for a moment, Martha still bent over the wall. Once she regained herself, she ruffled her skirt. She turned around and sat on the wall. She knocked it with her knuckles. "Looks pretty solid to me."

The man breathlessly nodded, pulling his pants back up to his waist. "Thank you for your good work today," Martha said. "Take care of yourself."

"Yes Mother," the man said. He took up his cart and left. Martha watched him leave.

"I hope he fucks his wife like that."

***

Martha was walking on a dirt path away from town. She had delivered last week and was enjoying the ease of walking that an empty womb afforded her. She had finished her working day of nursing and maintaining the Breeder's hall. She had also deliberated a marriage proposal. Marriage was important in the village: no one could have sex, except with a Breeder of course, without getting married. Breeders kept the parentage of their offspring anonymous. Knowing that anyone could be a cousin or sibling helped keep everyone cooperative and avoided premarital sex. To avoid incest, marriages were arranged, dictated by the Breeders.

The sun was setting, and Martha was walking toward a cabin at the edge of village. It was the witches' cabin. Each village had one. They provided cures, enchantments, and magical insight. Witches were essential to the survival of the village, but always lived on the edge. The use of magic was dangerous to untrained people. Witches would come into town when they needed something. Martha was going to get a dream catcher, one of the few enchanted things ordinary people could handle. Martha had been having upsetting dreams lately. The typical scenarios like being chased by monsters and falling off high trees. The witch, Wendy, had asked Martha to pick them up herself.

Martha knocked. Only a second went by before Wendy opened. "Hello!" She said, smiling. "I'm glad you could make it. Come inside, I'm still finishing things up." Martha stepped inside. Wendy closed the door behind them. "Take your shoes off, if you will." Martha did so and looked around. She had never been in a witch's cabin before. It was filled with so much stuff. Plants hanging from baskets hooked to the ceiling, jars filled with all manner of animal parts, powders, and goops. Books slanted on shelves tables. Their wrinkled spins had many languages that Martha couldn't read. Looking up, Martha could see crystals stuck to the ceiling. They didn't have an obvious pattern. The stars maybe? Martha thought to herself. In the middle of back wall was a fireplace with a cauldron. In front of that was a table with the dream catcher. It was a mesh of seven wooden rings, each spooled with a web of strings that crossed every ring. There were feathers tied to the bottom in alternating colors. Wendy stood next to it, reading from a leather-bound book.

She was a small woman. Shorter than Martha. She had long, messy blonde hair. She wore the classic black robes but tailored to her figure. They accentuated her cinched waist and modest breasts. She was thin with a mousey face. She had a black choker around her neck. Martha wondered if it served any magical purpose. But it was cute. "Step back and watch this." Wendy turned her attention to the dream catcher and raised a hand. She spoke words Martha had never heard before, and green glow started emanating from the dream catcher. Wendy kept saying the magic words while glancing back at the book periodically. The candle on the table and the fire underneath the cauldron started to sway, like they were being blown by a breeze. The green lighted turned yellow and Wendy stopped speaking. She picked up a small reed with off the table and quickly tied it to the dream catcher. Once she was done, she said a final word and glowing stopped. There was silence for a moment.

"All done!" Wendy said, beaming at Martha. Martha was stunned. She had never seen magic in person before.

"That was amazing..." she said.

"I thought you might like seeing the final step for yourself." Wendy picked up the dream catcher and held out to Martha. "Take a look. See how you like it."

Martha stepped forward and took the dream catcher in her hand. She tapped it once before grabbing it, almost expecting it to be hot. She got a closer look at the intricate knots, ties, and intersecting hoops. "This looks great."

"hang it above your bed and it'll wrangle all your petty nightmares, all the ones where you chased by snakes or fall into bottomless pit, or whatever disturbs you. I think it's the useless chatter of the unconscious."

Martha carefully folded the dreamcatcher before putting it in her satchel. "How can I repay you for this?"

"I don't need wheat or a new pair of botts or anything like that." Wendy looked stepped closer and looked into her guest's eyes. "I'm interested in the service Breeders offer."

Martha tilted her head and met the witch's gaze under her brow. "Hmm," she coed. She patted her satchel. "It is a very nice dreamcatcher. And I do appreciate the lights show," Martha put a finger to her chin, pretending to think about it. She shrugged. "Okay. I'm just surprised that a woman is asking for it."

"I'm different from most women," Wendy said. She held her hands in front of her waist, and Martha could see the fabric of her cloak pushing forward. "Would you mind kneeling in front of me?"

Martha did so, not sure what the salacious act the witch hoped for, but she was happy to oblige. She got on her knees in the middle of the bear skin rug. Wendy walked forward, the bulge in her dress protruding forward. Wendy's hands gripped the silhouette of something underneath. It looked like a large zucchini. Wendy grabbed it with both hands and adjusted so it was pointing up. Marta was looking straight into it, this bulbus mass pitching a black tent in the witch's dress. It twitched. "Is that..." Martha trailed off as she put her own hands onto it. Underneath the cloth she could feel something hard, with a little give. She stroked her hands up and down it's great length and girth, feeling the heartbeat inside. Wendy removed her own hands and bunched up the end of her dress.

"It is," she said as she pulled up dress, pulling the black cloth away, like a magician revealing his magic trick. Martha put her hands on her knees as the curtain came up and revealed the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was tall, reaching far past the owner's belly button. As the cloth unharnessed it, the cock pitched forward, pointing its bright pink head at Martha's nose. The skin was smooth, with subtle veins etched underneath. Martha stared straight into its eye, watching it twitch with Wendy's pulse. "Do you like it?"

Martha tore her gaze away to look up at its owner. Wendy was blushing, with a coy smiled bolted to her mouth. "I do," Martha replied, looked forward again at the meaty appendage. She leaned her head forward, getting a bigger eyeful. "How did you... how did you 'make' it?"

Wendy and her cock shuddered as the breath from Martha's words ticked the shaft. "I used a potion. It worked out better than expected. I underestimated the size, but I'm still pleased with it."

Martha giggled. "I think everyone would be pleased with this." Martha reached out and put her hand on the bare flesh. Wendy clenched her fists on her bunched-up cloak and sucked in air thru her teeth. Martha gave no notice and messaged the shaft with her fist. She began at the base and pulled towards herself. The skin was smooth, save the ripples of veins. She clenched harder towards the head and watched it go from bright pink to a dull red. Wendy let out a moan and bit her bottom lip. Martha broke her concentration and looked up. "Does that feel okay?"

"Yes, that feels great. No one else has touched it yet, so," Wendy closed her eyes and threw her head back as Martha added the second hand to her slow stroking. Up and down, forcing the head from pink to red. It took a couple seconds for Wendy to regain her voice. "So, it feels really good, I'm just not used to it."

Martha stopped her stroking and sat up straighter. "You've been saving it for me?" Wendy opened her eyes and nodded. Martha smiled. "Then I should take a better appraisal of it." She pinched the head between her left pointer and thumb and pointed the phallus skyward. She could appreciate its full length from this angle. It reached the bottom of Wendy's ribcage. Martha put the flat of her hand on the underside of it to measure it. It was as thick as her middle three fingers put together. She withdrew her hand and pressed her check into the shaft and started nuzzling it, obscuring the side of her face. It felt good to have this hard rod against her soft check. She rubbed her check up and down the shaft. "It's sooo big," she cooed. Wendy was panting at this point, and Martha could feel her sprinting heartbeat imbedded in her cheek. She ran her cheek up and down the length of it, having to sit up a little to get to the head. She tilted her head forward to let the head stab her in the cheek.

Martha felt something wet on her cheek and pulled her head back. A string of liquid stretched out from her cheek to the cockhead. A dollop of pre-cum bridging the gap between the two women. Martha wiped it with her fingertips and gave the viscous liquid a good look. She looked up at the witch, still holding the pre-cum. "You're getting really worked up here. Are you going to be able to last until I put it in my mouth?" she chided. Wendy nodded rapidly, her jaw clenched too tight to speak. "Good. Then you can last a bit longer." Martha grabbed the base of the cock and gave it a few strokes, smearing it with its own liquid. Her hand settled at the base, and she brought her face close again and let the phallus fall on her face. It landed with a dull thud. Martha put both of her hands back on her knees, closed her eyes. It was heavy. She breathed deep. It smelled good too. Woodsy and spicey. She opened one eye. The cock was covering left half of her face. She tried looking up at the tip, but she only saw more shaft. She reached up and slid her hand up the shaft until she reached the head. It was positioned proudly above her head. It's longer than my face! Martha remarked internally. She clenched a fist around the head, and Wendy shuddered down to her marrow.

Martha withdrew her face and pulled the cock down to a right angle. Martha buried her face in Wendy's pelvis and measured the cock again. She felt her pinky graze the back of her own head. It's longer than my skull. Martha fantasized about how deep it could reach. How deep it would reach. She couldn't wait anymore.

Martha slipped her tongue out and started withdrawing her head. Her tip of her tongue traced the length of the broadside of the cock. When she reached the tip, she brought her tongue back but pushed her lips forward. She grabbed the shaft with one hand, and then the other. She stopped for a moment at the tip, her lips kissing it. She started down the barrel of the beast, looking at her hands wrapped around it, trying to get a grip. Then she closed her eyes pushed forward. Her lips spreading over the cockhead. She had to lower her jaw fully just to accept the head. She felt the underside of it scrap against her tongue, and the flare at the top skim the room of her mouth. It's so much.

But this was only the first step. there was still a mile to run. She pushed forward a bit, then retracted, conjuring all the spit she could. She gave the head a swirl of her tongue and was rewarded with a strained twitch. It swelled with pent up passion, bowing out the insides of her cheeks. She pushed farther, her head bobbing back and forth, taking on more and more of the beast. Once inside her mouth, it expanded in every direction, taking as much refuge as it could. It slid farther back, past Martha's tongue, until its one eye stared at the entrance to her throat. Martha got to work. She slurped and bobbed, trying to satisfy the beast. She stroked with both hands in tandum, up and down the ludacris length. Her tongue swirled and lashed at it its guest. She felt pre-cum stream out and trickle down her throat. The cock swelled and tightened in restrained lust. Wendy was moaning without restraint, her first blowjob proving too intense to handle with grace. Her hips bucked, driving the beast to beat Martha's uvula, like the knocker to a dark door. Martha responded by unhanding the beast and putting her hands on Wendy's hips. She pushed forward, trying to keep the cockhead in the middle of her mouth. She wanted to taste its explosion. Wendy couldn't take it anymore and seized two handfuls of hair on Martha's head and released.