Chapter 2: Olivia

Jacob’s second appointment of the day was in mid-afternoon, which allowed enough time for his big lunch to settle. Food in the mess wasn’t of the finest quality, to say the least, but it was filling. A breeder must keep up his strength.

This session would be with Olivia, age 16. Viewing her picture, Jason had been struck by her curves and ample breasts. (While he liked his girls young, he could appreciate tits of all sizes.) Her preference form looked to be only half completed. She indicated prior sexual experience and that she would prefer her breeder be hidden from view. However, she had selected no foreplay activities or positions. So she was one of those girls, the ones who didn’t want to be there.

Olivia had also not answered the question about restraints.

Unwilling girls were common. There were strict consequences for not complying with the selective service requirements, including prosecution and jail time, so the vast majority went through the motions of registering and even keeping their breeding appointment if selected. But when it came time to do the act, often they resisted.

In cases where they suspected a female might resist, many breeders would order her restrained from the start. Jacob, being a nice guy, was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

He entered the room. “Olivia?”

“Yeah,” came the unhappy reply. A curtain had been drawn around the side of the bed, and she was behind it.

“I’m Jacob, your breeder.”

“Okay, let’s get this over with.” Olivia already sounded angry.

“I see that you didn’t check off any foreplay. What do you want me to do about that?”

“Go to hell!”

“I’ll consider it,” Jacob said. “Anyway, the best way to do this is usually for you to crouch on your knees and back up to where the curtain opens.”

He heard shuffling behind the curtain. When it stopped, he opened the curtain to find one fine ass, hips that proclaimed her fertility and such juicy, juicy cheeks, skin still graced with the smoothness of youth. Between her globes lay a woman’s pussy, boldly shaped, shaved but not waxed—and unmistakably dry.

Jacob slid his hand around on her ass as he admired the view.

“Hey, we gonna do this or not?” asked Olivia sharply.

“In a minute. You may be ready, but I’m not,” explained Jacob.

Olivia grumbled to herself. Her attitude was not contributing to Jacob’s arousal, but that ass certainly was. He felt his cock responding. He squirted a generous amount of lubricant on the waking appendage, and a few strokes of his hand brought him to hardness.

“Okay, here we go.” Jacob notched his cock into Olivia’s entrance, grasped her hips, and slid all the way in. As unwilling as Olivia was, her vagina didn’t put up much of a fight. Jacob started pumping and worked up to a quick pace.