Chapter 8: Abby

A new day, a fresh start. Hump day, even. The breeders still used that name for Wednesday, the “hump” of the standard work week, even though they worked to a different schedule. For the most part, they were on a four-day rotation, with three days working and one to rest.

Accounting for additional time off, a breeder could inseminate about 750 females in a year, or over 60 in an average month. A few of those were repeats, though the service would rather take its chances on a new candidate over one who had failed to catch. At the same time, the candidate pool was not unlimited, and a breeder would have more success with a repeat mate he found attractive, than a new one who repulsed him.

As much as a breeder would like to think he had surely impregnated his mate, only about one in three would actually carry a child. Still, that came to about 250 pregnant women for one breeder in a year. Biologically, at least, a breeder would become a father many times over.

On this “hump day,” Jacob’s first task was again selecting from the candidates, to be scheduled for Friday and Saturday. He picked mostly older teens this time around; they were less likely to be afraid coming in than the younger ones, and their levels of sexual experience varied widely. He included a 21-year-old and a 15-year-old to round out the selection.

Of the previously-chosen mates for Wednesday, Jacob’s morning session would be with a 22-year-old named Abby.

Jacob had chosen Abby not only because she looked attractive, but also because he could see in the photo that she wore a ring on her third finger. Candidates who were engaged or married were more likely to want a baby, and Jacob thought it kind to choose some of them, even though the twenty-somethings weren’t his usual type.

Abby was cute, though. She had a womanly figure and a glow to her face that carried the energy and eagerness of youth. She was of medium height, with perfectly-sized breasts that looked positively delicious. She was fit but not built, and her pussy was completely shaven. Her man was a lucky one—and on that morning Jacob was too.

“Hello Abby, I’m Jacob.”

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

Jacob sat across from her for the moment to go over her form. “So you seem happy to be here.”

“Yeah, my guy and I were talking about how we wished we could have children. And then they drew my birthday, and within a month I got the call.”

“Lucky for both of us,” said Jacob as he shamelessly ogled her. “You’re okay being with another guy?”

“It’s not like I have a choice,” Abby pointed out, “but I don’t mind. Chris is great, but if I get a chance to play ... you know, I’m okay with that.”

“So it looks like you’ve previously had sex. Why am I not surprised,” Jacob teased. “Foreplay, oral, okay. Positions ... you don’t like to be on top? Really?”

“Yeah. I guess I like my man to take charge,” she blushed.

“But no restraints.”

“No restraints. I don’t go that far,” Abby explained.

“All right then. We might as well get started.”

With that, Jacob stood and approached Abby, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs so that she would fall backwards, catching her and carrying her farther onto the bed so he could lie beside her.

He kissed her, and they quickly progressed to light tonguing—not gentle, but not crazy. She was a great kisser, her tongue teasing his and retreating. He sucked her lip into his mouth to draw her out again. They played like that for a while.

He moved to kiss along her cheek, to below her ear, and she purred. He took a robed breast into his hand, feeling its shape and running his fingers over her hard nipple through the fabric. He sloppily licked her ear. She squealed, and they giggled.

Jacob kissed down Abby’s neck while he shifted her robe to uncover a breast. She helped him by untying it and slipping it over her shoulder, then she lay back to enjoy his exploration of her body.

He worshiped her naked breasts, tracing them with his fingers and kissing all over them. He enjoyed the firmness of their shape, the softness of her skin, and the palpable heat of her excited nipples. Visiting each in turn, he traced the areola with his tongue, then took the nipple into his mouth to suck while he squeezed her tit. If fortune smiled on her, she would have a much smaller mouth suckling at them nine months hence.

Meanwhile Abby opened her robe, anticipating Jacob’s journey south. His road clear before him, Jacob kissed down across her abdomen, detouring to make a loop around her navel. She vocalized her mild frustration at this side trip. Already her musky scent flooded his nostrils and spurred him on. Abby’s hands gravitated to her breasts.

Jacob positioned himself between her already-spread legs and kissed toward her sex, marking in his mind the place where his lips passed over her womb. He ran his tongue over her bare mound, delighting in the texture of her shaven skin.

Abby groaned when passed to the side of her pleasure button, eagerly waiting outside its home for his arrival. First Jacob chose to trace her labia, outer and inner, her pussy engorged and dripping with her juices. With a lick up the middle, he finally attended to her clitoris. He brushed it with his tongue, first with light strokes and then more firmly. She moaned her pleasure and trembled her growing excitement.

When Jacob suddenly thrust two fingers into her sopping pussy, he sent Abby over the edge. Her hips bucked as her muscles convulsed. She gushed, drenching Jacob’s hand with her feminine fluids. She held her moan until she ran out of breath, then continued to shake in silent ecstasy. All the while, Jacob tongued her clit and pumped his fingers to prolong her enjoyment.

Jacob’s body screamed for him to take Abby right then, but with effort he subdued it, preferring to allow himself more time with her. He walked back from his own edge as Abby caught her breath.

“Was that fun for you?” Jacob teased. “It was fun for me.”

“I’m beginning to think you’ve done this before,” said Abby, still panting.

“Once or twice.” More like half a dozen times in the past week, Jacob thought. Not every girl got a licking, but enough did.