Chapter 10: Grace

Two down, one more to go today. Jacob was trying to power through. That afternoon, he had really put the hump into the hump session of hump day. Tonight he had one more session, and he was free all the next day. It was the closest thing to a weekend he had; he was really looking forward to it.

This evening’s mate would be a repeat. Jacob had met Grace, now 16, a few months ago. While it was a pleasant session for both of them, she apparently had not gotten pregnant. Seeing her in the system again, Jacob took the opportunity to bring her back in.

“Happy birthday, Grace!” he greeted her.

“Aww, you noticed. How sweet,” she said, tongue in cheek.

“It wasn’t hard. All they give us is a few numbers.”

“And a lot of naughty pictures.”

“Oh, right,” Jacob said, “I forgot about those.”

“I’m sure you did,” Grace replied.

“They still have your original photos. My, how you have grown—god, I sound like an old fart.”

“That’s okay. It’s true.” Grace was not skinny: she was short and soft and full of fun. That part had not changed much. It was really her breasts that had increased in size, even since the last time Jacob saw her. She now had more curves than she knew what to do with.

“So how’d it go with your family?” Jacob vaguely remembered her having been sheltered from boys.

“Ha! Well, my dad didn’t look me in the eye for a week. Guess he didn’t want to think about his little girl growing up. And my mom, she saw that I was okay, not hurt or anything, and kind of left me alone. Of course my sisters wanted to hear all about it.”

“I bet they did!”

“And you, you gave me such a good time that I had to lock the doors so they wouldn’t run out right then to find some boy to fill their pussy.”

“They get old enough and win the lottery, I’ll be happy to help them with that,” Jacob offered.

“That lottery is so messed up. They pick your birthday, and if you want to go in, you just won. If you don’t want it, too bad, you’re going anyway—you just lost.”

“Did you win or lose?”

“I’m not sure yet,” said Grace. “You know I’m not crazy about a baby, but we did have some fun.”

“Oh shit, I forgot to grab your form on the way in. You’re going to have to tell me what you want.”

“For real? You drag me in here, and you ask what I want.” Grace was teasing, but it was true. “Fuck it, maybe I’ll suck your cock this time.”

Jacob’s eyes went wide. “I ... can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

“No joke,” she said. “You know, I have learned a few things since the last time I was here. You may be my first, but you are not my last.”

“The virgin becomes a slut?” he ventured.

“Shut up. You cannot talk about being a slut. Man slut.”

“I can’t help it. I’m locked in here against my will.”

“You wanna get your dick sucked or not? Go on, keep talking.”

Jacob was no fool. Without a word, he sprawled out on the bed and lazily untied his robe.

Grace shoved him over to make room, then stood on the mattress to remove hers. If this session got picked for quality control, the viewer would have no doubt who was running the show.

“Do you even still have a dick under there,” asked Grace, “or did it fall off with all the fucking you been doing?”

Jacob lay so that his hardening manhood tented the fabric above. “It’s had a busy day, but I’m sure you can wake it up again.”

Grace knelt and opened Jacob’s robe to find him at half mast. “Are you sure this is the same cock? I remember it being bigger last time.”

“Lick it and find out,” he suggested.

She obliged, holding it, then running her tongue from base to head. By the third lick, up the underside of his shaft, it was solid. She licked around the head as she pumped the shaft a few times with her hand. Then she took a good portion into her mouth. After getting it nice and wet, she wiggled her tongue against the underside.