The Great Slut Hunt

The town square was already bustling with activity when we arrived. Colourful garlands were strung between the trees and the houses, a band was tuning their instruments, and volunteers in gaudy traditional dresses were running to and fro, getting everything ready for the ceremony. A stage was being assembled in front of the town hall, and tables and benches were being set up in rows below. Here and there were small groups of young people who could barely contain their excitement. The boys were stroking their throbbing erections while the girls were fussing over their costumes and chattering excitedly. There was very little actual fucking going on, and the sexual tension in the air was palpable. It was as if the whole town had been edging for hours and was just waiting for the moment when it could finally empty its balls.

Nat took me by the dick and dragged me across the square to introduce me to her old friends. Rose had already skipped over to them and was being treated to some intense groping by a group of guys who hadn't seen her since before she had become legal. It was glaringly obvious that they wanted nothing more than to stuff her airtight from all angles, but from the stern glances of their girlfriends I could tell that apparently this was a big no-no when a Slut Hunt was about to start.

The Slut Hunt was a celebration of one girl, and it was considered polite to concentrate one's full sexual attention on her and only her until the main part of the ceremony was over. To my surprise, the guys were proud enough of their traditions that they actually managed to stick to these rules --- aside from a little surreptitious fondling and fingering of Rose when they thought their girls weren't looking.

"So, Mister Big City Man, will you be joining us hicks in the Slut Hunt or is that too quaint for you?"

Ben, Natalie's best friend from high school, gave me a boner five and a hearty slap on the back. He was a funny guy, rough around the edges and very self-conscious about being a "randy redneck" (his words), but actually really friendly. We'd bonded pretty quickly after trading stories of the cute noises Natalie made when you hit the back of her throat just right.

"Seeing as you're a high-falutin' metropolitan, you probably stick your junk in supermodels and movie stars all day, but I bet you ain't never had proper organic fuckmeat yet. Oh sure, that piece of ass who calls herself your girlfriend was raised here, but you city idiots have long since tainted her with your shaved balls and store-bought cum. I'm tellin' you, once you've had some of our free-range sluts you'll be lookin' to buy a house here! C'mon, group up with my buddies and me and we'll show you how to really induct a whore."

Ben introduced me to his friends, Tony and Hank, who grinned as they greeted me, fondling their dangerously purple balls. The four of us followed the girls to a seat near the front, where we would have a good view of the opening ceremony. While we waited for the festivities to start, Ben, Tony, and Hank explained to me why a single girl becoming legal was such a momentous occasion in Freeminster.

"You see, there's not even five hundred people in this dump," Tony said. "Half of those are women, and about a quarter of those are under age. So there's maybe two hundred pussies walkin' around this town. That may seem like a lot at first, but once you've been legal for a few years, you've tasted them all. I've fucked the young ones, the old ones, the hot ones, the ugly ones, the slutty ones, the shy ones. I know every hole in this village inside and out. Blindfold me and I can tell you if I'm bein' slobbered by Mikayla Woolner or Bella Wettenhall as soon as my tip is past the lips. I can describe which girls taste like what, and I can tell Madison Heaton's and Bethany Waterfield's hooches apart just by sniffing them. What I'm saying is, every single dick in this town has been up every single asshole. Sure, it's nice to know your neighbours well and all that, beats the anonymity of the city, but you want to have something new once in a while, ya get me? That's why we celebrate every new cumrag that gets added to the menu. Takes at least a few months before you start to become familiar with a new set of holes. And the girls love it. Ruby, she's been talking about this day for half a year. She's a star today, and she knows it. Everything is about her today. Speaking of, there she is."

It took me a moment to realize that the figure being brought onto the stage was the girl this entire festival was dedicated to. She seemed to be dressed in several layers of clothing, all in the traditional style most of the other women of the town were wearing, but far less revealing. In fact, she looked rather shapeless. She was wearing a headscarf and a veil, her eyes being the only visible part of her body. She was being escorted onto the stage by her parents; her mother was weeping into a tissue while her father seemed to be bursting with pride. As the family ascended the stage, they were greeted with a loud cheer from the assembled crowd, and all the men stood up, their erections raised in salute to the girl that was about to be welcomed into free use society.

A hush descended over the audience as the mayor of Freeminster approached the podium. He cleared his throat, tapped the microphone, and looked over the assembled crowd.

"Thank you all for coming. Today is a great day for Freeminster. And today is a life-changing day for our little Ruby Heydon!"

He gestured to the wrapped-up girl standing in front of him in the center of the stage. Her mother, who was standing beside her, removed Ruby's headscarf and veil with a flourish to reveal a head of long, shining, auburn hair and a radiant smile. The crowd cheered in anticipation.

"Today, all of us will help Ruby take her first steps into adulthood. We will all do our very best to show her the ways of the world and to make sure she can fulfil her destiny of being a free to use slut!"

As the audience roared once more, Ruby's mother ripped off the outer layer of Ruby's clothing, revealing a more form-fitting version of the traditional uniform underneath, with a sheer top and a short skirt.

"Ruby's mother tells me that Ruby has been wet with anticipation the whole morning, and I can see from here that all of our fine young men are hard as steel for her. But here in Freeminster, we value our traditions, so Ruby's holes will remain sacred for just a little longer."

An approving murmur went through the crowd, although it was undercut by a distinct groan from the men, whose cocks were thrumming with pent-up tension. Up on the stage, Ruby's mother had removed the next layer of costume, revealing a magnificent little body dressed in expensive lingerie, her small breasts perfectly round and perky, her panties already half soaked through with wetness, revealing a hint of labia underneath.

"In a few moments, it will be my great honour and privilege to blow this whistle and commence the Great Slut Hunt. As is tradition, Ruby will be given a ten minute head start. Ladies, if you would please restrain the gentlemen."

Before I knew what was happening, Natalie had moved behind me and cuffed my hands to a ring in the bench I hadn't noticed when I first sat down. Glancing around me, I saw that the same thing was happening to all the men, some of whom looked ready to leap onto the stage from where they were sitting and take Ruby then and there.

Ruby's mother, in the meantime, had taken a step back to stand next to her beaming husband. The last steps of the ceremony were for Ruby herself to take. She slowly removed her bra --- I couldn't tell whether she was too excited or whether she enjoyed toying with the boiling mass of testosterone below --- and threw it into the crowd. She gave us a moment to enjoy her delicious boobs and then stepped gingerly out of her panties to give the world its first view of her shaved, moist pussy. She stepped right up to the edge of the stage and performed a delicate little curtsy. She was blushing, which only made her look that much cuter. She turned around to present her pale little ass to the crowd, and bent forward gracefully, slowly spreading her cheeks to the ecstatic cheer of the entire town.

"Ruby Heydon," the mayor said once the excitement had died down a little, "By the power vested in me, I hereby declare you meat to be used at the pleasure of any man. May your holes serve a million cocks in your lifetime, and may your skin be always flecked with cum. Go forth now, young slut, and may the hardest cock find you first!"

With that, he blew his whistle, and Ruby bolted. She jumped down the stage, ran off the square, and disappeared from view.

The band started playing a traditional melody while the handcuffed men fidgeted and the women teased them. The mayor solemnly removed his own festive clothing until he was as naked as us, his impressive erection standing proud above the town square.

When the band finally finished playing after what felt like an hour, there was an audible sigh of relief. The mayor approached the podium again and signalled to the women in the audience, who once again took their places behind the men, their hands on our handcuffs.

"May the Great Slut Hunt begin!"