Chapter 6: Sophia

Jacob’s afternoon session was with one of the younger girls, Sophia, age 14. She was short, average build, probably still growing in height, but her boobs were certainly developed—though medium sized, they looked huge on her small frame. The way she held her head up for the camera, Jacob could picture a jeweled tiara atop her straight blonde hair. Above her closed pussy lips was a small, well-kept patch of pubic hair, also blonde.

The preference form the little princess had completed informed Jacob that she had had prior intercourse, that foreplay would involve touching only, and that she would be on top. This young lady knew what she wanted.

“Sophia?”

“Yes.” Sophia sat in the middle of bed with her legs crossed, hair neatly tucked behind her back, robe positioned to hide her treasures.

“Hi, I’m Jacob, and I’ll be your breeder today.”

“Hello, Jacob.”

“I was just looking at the form you filled out and it looks pretty clear. Do you have any questions before we start?”

“Um, how long is this going to take?” asked Sophia. “I spent forever in the waiting room.”

“Sorry about that,” said Jacob. “How long will this take ... Well, it could be very quick, but I don’t think either of us would enjoy it that much. I take it you don’t want to be here?”

“I do want to be here, because I want to get pregnant and have a baby, but I don’t want to be doing it with some random guy. I love my boyfriend, and he loves me, so I just want you to shoot your stuff in me and get me pregnant.”

“I’m surprised you want to have a baby. You’re so young.”

“I’m old enough—the doctor said so. And my boyfriend said he’d marry me and help take care of the baby. We’ve been together for two whole months, and we’re perfect for each other. I need my parents’ permission to get married, but I know they’ll say yes.”

“Okay...” Jacob had doubts about the soundness of Sophia’s argument, but he was a breeder, not a guidance counselor. “Why don’t we get started then. How about you lie down on your back.”

“I want to be on top,” said Sophia.

“I know, but this is just to get you ready,” explained Jacob.

Sophia lay down, careful to keep her robe neatly over her.

Jacob lay on his side next to her, propped up on his arm. He surveyed the scene. Sophia lay on her back, face toward the ceiling. Her robe covered her well, though it did not hide the shape of her generous breasts, which proudly remained upright. Her blonde hair had been directed to one side of her head. There were a few unruly strands, which he gently tucked behind her ear.

“No kissing,” she reminded him.

“I know,” Jacob assured her. She was, after all, in a serious, committed relationship. Ha!

Jacob ran his fingertips from her ear to her cheek, doubling back to go around the end of her jaw and down the side of her neck. He would have played around her collarbone, had it been exposed, but he soon was out of skin.

With his whole hand, he felt the side of a breast, moving around to the underside before turning up to caress the front. He thought he could feel a bit of nipple through the fabric, but he wasn’t sure.

He wanted skin. His hand ventured under her robe to feel the other breast directly. He held the underside and slid up and over. This time he located a nipple. It wasn’t erect, but it felt nice. The whole of her breast felt nice: the skin, the shape, the softness. Sophia stared at the ceiling and tolerated his attention.

Jacob couldn’t help but give the breast a little squeeze before caressing it again. He pulled his hand from her robe and wet his fingers in his mouth before bringing it back. Sophia’s eyes followed his wet fingers, her expression unchanged.

Upon their return, Jacob’s fingers swirled around her nipple, not touching it at first, but spiraling in. He ran his finger along its edge and brushed over it. He gave the nipple a gentle pinch and tugged lightly. He brushed his fingers over it again.

No response. Jacob thought he’d better move on. He shifted a little ways down the bed.

He started at Sophia’s knee and ran his hand up the front of her thigh, under her robe, to her hip bone. He turned and felt down the outside of her thigh. Coming up the front again, this time he turned in toward her belly.

Taking a play from the breeder he watched that morning, he placed his hand on her lower belly, between her belly button and the little patch of hair. The difference, of course, was that Jacob’s girl wanted a baby. “This is where your baby will grow,” he softly remarked, not calling attention to the fact that it would also be his baby.

Sophia looked at him but didn’t answer. Jacob slid his hand to her side, around the outside of hip and down. He gripped under her knee and tugged up, and she bent her knees. Then he tugged out. After a moment, she spread her legs some, enough for Jacob to access her inner thighs. He ran his hand up and down there, switching legs, not yet touching her sex.

After a few passes, Jacob brought his fingers in, to the crease of her leg, to discover her center. He traced around her bare pussy lips, then up and down where they joined. These were her outer labia. Everything else was neatly tucked inside. Jacob came to the spot outside where her vagina would be.

“No fingers inside,” she warned.

Jacob silently grumbled to himself. She wasn’t giving him a lot to work with. But he would continue playing her game.

Maybe some pressure would work. He brought his lower palm to the top of her seam and gently pushed. He began a rhythm of short pushes, hoping her body would think she was humping something and get into the action. He continued this for a minute, but her hips didn’t move.

Maybe he could stimulate her clit another way. He pressed two fingers against her labia, one on each side and started a circular motion. There was a slight change in Sophia’s breathing, but not much else. Running a finger down the center, he felt no obvious moisture.

What was going on? If she was sexually active, surely something could get her started.

“Sophia, when you masturbate, how do you do it?” Jacob queried.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Time to forge ahead, and with a little help, Jacob decided. No, not security, though the thought did cross his mind.

But before that, purely for his own benefit, he wanted to look at what he was working with. He moved to where he could see her pussy.

“I’m not putting anything in, I’m just gonna take a look,” Jacob warned her. She didn’t reply.

Carefully, Jacob used his fingers to spread her outer lips. Inside he found the usual parts, but she was little. Her clit was still hiding. She had delicate inner lips, and at the bottom was her small vaginal entrance. Geez, her boyfriend must have a micropenis, he thought. She wasn’t dry exactly—there was some moisture, but it wouldn’t be enough.

Jacob marveled at how the 14-year-old could be so developed up top, but be something of a late bloomer down below. The awkwardness of adolescence.

Despite Sophia’s disinterest, Jacob was strangely turned on by his examination of her genitals. It was going to be a tight fit.

Nudging Sophia over to have enough space, Jacob lay himself on his back and opened his robe. His half-hard cock was flopped to the side. Sophia eyed him warily.

Jacob reached for the bottle of lube and applied some to his member. He kept the bottle near. Over Sophia’s protest, he grabbed one of her ample tits and toyed with it while he used his other hand to spread the lube over his manhood. Soon enough, it grew to full length and hardness.

Sophia stared at his erection, her face now showing fear. It was only 6.5 inches, a reasonable size for an adult, but it seemed massive to her.

“Okay, princess, hop on,” invited Jacob.

“But ... but ... it’s so big,” replied Sophia.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be on top and get yourself pregnant?”

“It’s not going to fit.”