"Honey, you look so beautiful!" the mother gasped.

"Oooh ... thanks, mom!" her daughter replied. "Uhn ... uhn ... you, too!"

Darcy Meadows, the pretty seventeen year old, was on her hands and knees, nude, and receiving Lawrence's thrusting erection. He was in the process of "breeding" lovely Darcy. He admired the high school senior's looks. She had shoulder-length glossy brunette hair and a slim athletic figure appropriate to the cheerleader that she was. Her nose was narrow and snubbed, giving her a "cute" appearance. Her mouth was small and very sensual. Possessed of a "winning" smile and an easygoing manner, Darcy was very popular.

She was not a virgin when she contracted to have a child through the country's "demographic enhancement" program. The population of elderly had ballooned to such an extent that it was decided at a national level to increase the number of children in order that the society might regain its competitive economic balance. Lawrence as a breeder, that is, an inseminator, was essential to the program. Although at first glance it would have seemed that any randy, red-blooded young man would fit the bill as a breeder, the paid government position required an extensive selection process and, for those chosen, significant training.

Each breeder needed to be abundantly fertile with very active sperm. He had to demonstrate the ability to perform to a schedule and to be good at record keeping and prompt in reporting. They were responsible for their own health as well as the health of each female that was being bred. Each also had to be bonded so as to limit liability.

The program was almost universally acknowledged to be a success as births surged by 22% in the first two years and climbed by around 5%-7% each year thereafter. In these first four years of the program, only 3 breeders had been taken to court over irregularities, resulting in only one conviction. Not a bad record, Lawrence thought, given the initial breeder class, or "The Breeders' Club" as it was colloquially known, size of 107.

Looking to his left, Lawrence watched as Bert, Darcy's father, took this opportunity to plow his wife Carol's pussy. He and Lawrence were fucking the family's two women in tandem, side by side. Lawrence enjoyed fucking Darcy. This was his eleventh time inside her. Soon she would be visiting her obstetrician, he reckoned as he looked down at her cute, brown asshole nested between creamy ass cheeks. He had screwed Darcy alongside her parents several times. He thought, but never said, that he'd love to give Carol a go sometime!

For Lawrence, however, there wasn't much time for recreational sex. He had a quota to fulfill as the program was taken very seriously at the national level and the First Assembly expected results. Still, his breeding of the fourteen (now fifteen) year old Alicia had been that for him and more, against all expectation. Alicia was not conventionally attractive. She was slim, pale skinned, wore glasses, and had a harelip. Her blonde hair had been lank, and her overall appearance almost unkempt when he first met her. Although she gradually improved her looks through the use of makeup and better hair styling, she was not a beauty. Despite the obvious handicaps in terms of her visual appeal, Lawrence was mad for her.

Alicia was now 8 months pregnant with her (their) first child. Despite his heavy schedule and the fact that officially he had concluded his business with her, he continued to "check up" on the young girl; each time fucking her with both passion and tenderness. Alicia had recently offered him her anus and now Lawrence made it a regular part of their lovemaking. Thinking about the last time he had plundered Alicia's "back door" made him shoot his semen into the nubile, willing, and, it must be said, calculating Darcy.

The attractive and popular young girl would use the money to help pay for her higher education. She set up the schedule so that she would get pregnant early in her senior year of high school, give birth around the 1st of June and so would be recovered and ready for university in the fall. The child would be given up for adoption. She was young; there would be more children to come with a future husband. That thought allowed her parents to acquiesce in the breeding and the giving up of their first grandchild.

Lawrence stayed inside Darcy, extracting the maximum amount of pleasure from her luscious pussy. He leaned back slightly while gripping her hips. He had fucked Darcy often enough for her to know that he had cummed in her. She smiled, feeling pleased with herself. She looked over at her mother and father and thought about her father's thick penis and how it felt inside her. Darcy had been fucking her father since she was 11 years old. He had taken her virginity and, in fact, been her only lover before Lawrence.

Darcy loved her parents and would have felt guilty about having sex with her father except for the fact that she also took every opportunity to sleep with her mother. They had been lovers since Darcy was thirteen. It had started when her dad was away on a business trip. Carol was lonely - and horny, as she usually was - and asked Darcy to sleep with her. That first night, Carol had the pretty teen spoon herself into her mother's warmth. Carol's heavy breasts, soft belly, and warm thighs felt nice against Darcy's bare skin. (Carol had suggested that they sleep naked.) The girl enjoyed her mother's tenderness. Darcy was, at that age, thinking a lot about sex. She masturbated frequently and even listened at her parents' bedroom door hoping to hear them having sex. A great many nights she was rewarded. She would stand outside their door, lean against the wall in the hallway, and rub her clitoris to orgasm to the sound of their fucking.

Carol and Darcy explored each other pretty extensively. Carol, who had had a lesbian relationship while in college, was the perfect guide for her erotically curious daughter. While her dad wanted to get in the girl's pussy and cum as soon as possible, her mother was slower and more sensual in her approach. She taught Darcy a lot about tenderness and female lust in equal measure while also learning from her young lover.

Darcy taught her mother to wax her pubic hair. Carol educated her child in the ways of erotic love with an expertise born of experience. Darcy brought a youthful enthusiasm that energized her mother. Carol became imaginative in finding places and occasions for their trysts. Darcy came to pleasure her mom in ways that her father couldn't (or wouldn't). Under her mother's tutelage, Darcy became expert at cunnilingus. She enjoyed the taste, smell, sight, and texture of Carol's cunt. She learned just what to do to bring her mother to orgasm. Carol exposed Darcy to the thrill of anal sex play; licking, fingering, and dildoing the teen's rectal opening. Lawrence thought it must be quite a sight to see them in the 69 position.

Lawrence had had more than a few experiences with girls whose parents carried on a sexual relationship with their offspring. He imagined that Darcy's mother and father were both turned on by watching their pretty teen having sex. When alone, Darcy very freely told him everything about the incestuous nature of her relationship to both parents. He found it amusing that neither knew about the other's molestation of the girl. Darcy told him her decision to enter the breeding program was an attempt to assert her sexuality for herself. That is, in addition to the financial benefits.

After Lawrence withdrew his spent cock from the lovely girl, they both lay together watching her parents fuck as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Bert quickened his pace and gripped his wife's hips a little tighter, signally to her that he was ready to cum.

Oh, yeah!" Carol cooed. "Fire that hot load up my snatch!"

"Ahh, here it comes, baby!" Bert shouted as he went off.

Darcy giggled and clapped her hands as her father jerked the last streams of semen into her mother. Bert withdrew his cock and lay down next to Carol. She stayed on her elbows and knees and smiled over at her daughter.

"Honey," she said, "we should do this more often!"

Lawrence finished showering and dressed quickly. He still had to drive that evening to another location fifty miles away. The next day was a Saturday and he would be spending the whole day with a woman for whom this program was a chance to have the child she wanted so much and the financial support essential to keep and raise it. He thought the woman's (Audrey was her name) situation was exactly what this program intended to address: people willing to be parents if only they could get the support they needed to do an adequate job.

"Well, good-bye, Darcy," Lawrence said as he kissed her cheek. Darcy, clad only in a loose-fitting robe and in bare feet, smiled broadly and hugged him.

"Thank you, Lawrence," she said in the mock-seductive tone she reserved for him. "I should think I must be pregnant by now," she said brightly.

"Just e-mail me your test result. If we need to arrange more sessions, we'll work around your schedule. I'll be sure to leave time open for you." Lawrence prided himself on his effectiveness. Some women and girls took longer; some were set after only a few encounters. The women were screened as to their suitability and receptiveness so there were very few failures. Lawrence had a very high success rate.

As he drove through the night, Lawrence, as usual, turned his thoughts to Alicia. The high school girl with the slim, pale body and the disfigured face attracted him like no one else he'd encountered. His chance meeting with her and his decision, on a whim, to breed the girl started their relationship. It was one that certainly changed Alicia's life for the better.

Alicia had adopted a "tough girl" persona that was, Lawrence correctly guessed, only bluster. She fucked a lot of boys to keep from being marginalized socially. She wasn't happy but she believed she would have been even more unhappy if she hadn't "put out" regularly. The encounter with Lawrence that had led to her enrollment in the breeding program had given her the confidence and dignity that the hell of high school had denied her. Other girls were either grudgingly admiring or openly envious of her. She had been chosen by a handsome stud to bear a child, which surprised her schoolmates and teachers alike; all of whom had underestimated her. And she would gain financially as well as socially.

The biggest change, however, was in how she saw herself. She believed that Lawrence cared for her. He treated her with respect and affection, two things she never expected. Now that she was pregnant, there was no reason for him to see her but he persisted. He took time from his schedule to visit her and fuck her. No, she thought, no, he makes love to me. Me! she said to herself; homely, skinny me! As a result of his tenderness and attention, she had not unsurprisingly fallen in love with him. She never said anything to him, though, feeling unsure of herself. She knew he would never ridicule her for feeling as she did. He might even be gratified in some way but he also might find it constricting. Alicia throve in his company and, therefore, would not risk driving him away by revealing her love for him. For his part, he never let her know how much he was attached to her.

Lawrence had felt love for his "clients" on a couple of other occasions. He would not have been human if he hadn't. The trainers helped him to understand that it was okay to feel that way. They also stressed that he had to keep focused on his task and also to keep from being entangled emotionally, which could possibly lead to legal issues. This was why he did not let Alicia know the extent of his affection and desire for her. He was impressed by the way she had revealed her true self and had dropped her "bad girl" façade when with him. He was charmed by the way she attended to her looks just for him. To watch her change from a scared and surly high school girl into a fairly confident, well-groomed, and pleasant young woman was gratifying to him. He knew he played an important role in her life. He felt responsibility for her now.

"Hello, Lawrence," the woman said softly as she opened her door to him. She was clad in a dark blue robe. Despite the number of times they had been together, she still blushed slightly at the thought of what they were about to do.

"Hello, Audrey," Lawrence answered warmly. "You look well. How've you been feeling?"

"Fine," she said as she looked at him. "Fine."

Lawrence had fucked Audrey six times before, spaced out over two months. Audrey had expected to be pregnant after the first time though she had been counseled by the program administrator, and Lawrence, too, not to expect immediate results. Deciding to have sex within the program had been hard for Audrey, who at the age of 28 had been a virgin when Lawrence began having sex with her. She was uncomfortable around other people in social situations, especially men, which accounted for her lack of experience. Because of this, Lawrence was assigned to her even though she was technically outside his district.

He had a way about him that made shy, nervous, or uncertain women more comfortable than they otherwise would be. Audrey was all of that. She had applied to the program near the end of the third year. She had made up her mind early but had struggled to find the courage to follow through with her desire for motherhood. On her own, she might never have met a man with the patience to overcome her shy, withdrawn nature. With the program, however, she would get the support and the services necessary to be a parent on her own. She was lonely and very much wanted a child to raise. Lawrence, and the program, was the answer to her prayers.

"Audrey, come here."

Lawrence took her in his arms and gently kissed the slight, diminutive brunette's forehead.

"It's so nice to see you."

She raised her head and smiled at him.

"It's nice to see you, too," she replied; and then, blushing," I missed you."

It pleased Lawrence to hear her say that. Could the shy, sensitive, lonely Audrey be coming out of her shell? Perhaps she, too, was gaining confidence in herself. It seemed to happen often to women enrolled in the program, women who otherwise would have been isolated or constricted by the failure to meet the society's norms and conventions. If they could not, for whatever reason, successfully traverse the dating landscape with its myriad rituals and secrets or if they were plain or homely or otherwise unattractive according to the standards of the day, the breeding program gave them hope. They need not be childless and alone.

Through state intervention these women became mothers and through their maternal efforts achieved status as well. They were lauded for having saved the nation from an unintended inundation of infirm elderly. While people were living longer, the problems of infirmity that accompany old age still resisted solution. In the interim, it was necessary to increase the number of young people. It was a gamble, however, that the small nation had undertaken. In a matter of 50 years, its population would be older still. In the intervening half century, as much effort would be put into extending the possibility of a more youthful life to the elderly populace. If the expected (hoped for, really) innovations in geriatric "rejuvenation" did not materialize then the country, indeed, the world, would be saddled with millions of infirm but still living people. They would be people needing care, drawing the more youthful members of the workforce away from more productive and more innovative endeavors.

"Audrey, you look so lovely today," Lawrence said smiling at her.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed and then eagerly said to him, "I bought something new and ... well ... daring!" She blushed furiously. "I hope you like it."

As Lawrence looked at her, Audrey opened up her robe revealing a black lace bra and panties ensemble. She also had on a garter belt and shear black stockings and high heels. Lawrence was impressed and inspired as he felt his cock harden. Well, well, he thought, here's a little mouse that's roaring!

Audrey surprised him further by stepping forward and kneeling down in front of him. As she quickly unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt, Lawrence had to remind himself that this was the same woman who had insisted that they copulate with the lights off her first time! There would be no lights off today, he thought.

The slim young woman had freed Lawrence's erect penis and without hesitation took it into her wet waiting mouth. Lawrence sighed as Audrey sucked and stroked his cock skillfully. She must have started watching porn films, he mused.

After making Lawrence hard(er), Audrey stood and undid her bra and stripped off her panties to stand naked except for the garter belt, stockings, and high heels. She waited until Lawrence took off the rest of his clothes before she took her lover by the hand and led him to her bedroom.

Lying on the queen-sized bed, Audrey positioned herself on her back with her legs open. Lawrence could see that her vulva was already wet. She lifted her arms to him.

"Fuck me, now, Lawrence!"

Yes, he thought, this is a different Audrey. Lawrence climbed onto her bed and mounted Audrey, pushing his erect penis into her soft, wet quim. Audrey gasped!

"Ohhhh ... yes! Yes!" she sighed.

He moved slowly at first, building gradually. His hard cock gently opened Audrey's small vulva and the lovely rose-colored petals of her outer labia. She was beautiful to look at. The shy young woman who had found it difficult to speak to Lawrence or even to make eye contact was now smiling up at him as he balled her, murmuring,

"Yes ... Lawrence, you're wonderful ... more ... more."

Where formerly Audrey had lain still and seemed to simply endure the coupling with her breeder, she now lifted her hips upward to meet his thrusts. She reached up to stroke his face as he fucked her.

Lawrence was very excited by Audrey and was moving toward a climax sooner than he had anticipated.

"Uhn ... Audrey ... I'm cumming!" he cried. He threw his head back and thrust hard into her and held himself there as he pumped semen into her waiting and willing pussy.

"Yes, Lawrence; yes! Make me pregnant!" Audrey whispered, not wanting to distract him from his pleasure.

Lawrence planned on fucking Audrey at least three times that day, which worked well for Audrey as it was a Saturday. She didn't need to work around her job's schedule, which would have been fine but Audrey was a very private person and had told only the director about her plans to have a child. Audrey was an archivist for the history department at a branch of the state university. Her specialty was medieval artifacts.

The director was a kindly middle-aged man who surprised Audrey by telling her how pleased he was that she intended to have a child. He told her that from what he could see in the 6 years that she worked there, she would make a good mother. Audrey, of course, blushed at this but was in turn very pleased to know how well he thought of her.

Lawrence and Audrey lay close together in her bed after he had licked her to orgasm. Since she had seemed much more sensually aware and involved since his previous visits, it seemed the right thing to do. It was, as Audrey came spectacularly and, for her, quite noisily.

"Oh! Oh, Lawrence!" she had moaned as he flicked her clitoris with his tongue. "I can't believe the feeling!"

He had borne down on her nether region, sucking her little clit and stroking her belly with his hands. The woman who had been so mousy prior to today went off like a rocket! Now, in the afterglow, he cuddled her and kissed her cheeks and forehead.

"Audrey, you were different this time."

"Yes," she said to him, smiling, "I studied because I wanted to please you."

"Well, it's supposed to be the other way around," he said as they both laughed. She explained to him why it had been so different.

"I did some 'research' after your last visit. You see, I was terribly embarrassed about being so ... oh, I don't know ... closed and rigid. It was all so new for me, of course."

"You are one of the very few virgins I've encountered," he told her.

"I hope I wasn't too difficult for you," she said anxiously.

"No, Audrey," he answered, "you weren't difficult at all for me but it did seem as if you were having a difficult time with me."

"Oh, Lawrence, no. I really enjoyed it. I just didn't know how to respond to you. It was so silly, really; I just had to be myself. But then, I didn't know much about my erotic self."

"What changed things, if you don't mind my asking?" he said to her.

Audrey smiled broadly before replying.

"Well, it was my director."

"Mr. Eisenstadt?" Lawrence was puzzled. Audrey's description was that of a studious and very correct person, hardly the inspiration for someone like Audrey. He actually wore bow ties!

"Yes, Frederick," she said. "It was when I told him about the program. He was surprised and actually very pleased. He told me that he was very happy for me and to take however much time I needed. I didn't expect that, nor did I expect what he said next.

"He told me that he did not understand why I was alone. He said he would have thought that I'd been pursued by a great many men. I was astonished both by what he said and the fact that he, my boss who had seemed so remote, had said it!"

Lawrence squeezed her gently and said, "To be honest, I thought the same thing."

Audrey turned over and sat up to look directly at Lawrence.

"Really? That's amazing to me. I never thought of myself that way. Of course, look at me now!" They both laughed and Lawrence took her hand and kissed it.

"Anyway, I told him that I thought he was attractive and had wondered why he wasn't married. Well, he was equally surprised by what I said. Neither of us knew what to say next so we were silent, but I didn't feel uncomfortable; I was happy, though at that moment I wasn't sure why. Only on reflection did I understand that Frederick had made me see myself in a different way. I was an attractive woman to him; and he was an attractive man to me."

Lawrence smiled at her as Audrey snuggled up next to Lawrence.

"Hmm ..." he said to her, "that was quite a discovery."

"Yes, Lawrence; yes it was, for both him and me. We saw each other differently and, more important, we saw ourselves differently. The next day, I asked Frederick if he would ever care to see me socially. He said that he had planned to ask me to dinner the next weekend. I was very pleased; we both were." Audrey sat up and turned to Lawrence.

"So, I needed, and indeed wanted, to learn more about the sensual life. I boldly purchased some books about sex and love and just immersed myself. I even purchased some pornographic DVDs!"

Audrey blushed slightly when she said, "I guess I surprised myself!"

They laughed together. Then Audrey became serious again.

"And I wanted to be better for you, Lawrence. I wanted you to like being with me."

Lawrence sat up and put his arms around her and held her close.

"Audrey, I like being with you very much. You appeal to me. You are a beautiful woman. You're gentle and sweet; you're intelligent and, I think, very brave to enroll in the program."

"Do you, really? You're so sweet to say that. You know, Frederick and I had dinner last weekend. When he took me home, he kissed me and caressed me. He wanted me, Lawrence, he wanted me! You'll be surprised to know that I knelt in front of him and sucked his penis until he climaxed. I swallowed the entire lot!" Audrey giggled at the recollection.

"We are going to see each other again next weekend. When he takes me home, I'm going to ask him to sleep with me. You know, he's only 36 years old. I thought he was older, so reserved was he.

"Lawrence, you helped me a great deal. I feel like a real woman now. Thank you so much!"

She and he kissed tenderly and passionately. Lawrence was stirred by her story and by her new-found sensuality. His penis grew hard. He caressed her breasts, causing her to sigh. Audrey then did something she hadn't done before. She gently pushed Lawrence onto his back and, taking his hard cock in her hand, mounted him and inserted the erect member into her waiting vagina. She then rode him to orgasm. Stimulated by her performance and her overall sensuality, Lawrence came forcefully from underneath her, almost lifting the slight figure off the bed with the strength of his climax.

Lawrence fucked and cummed in Audrey twice more before leaving late that evening. He told her he was so happy for her. The shy, serious, sensitive woman would soon have a baby and, perhaps, a husband, too. Thanks mostly to the program, and partly to Lawrence's patience and understanding, Audrey had before her the prospect of a fuller, richer life than she would otherwise have obtained on her own.

"Hello, Law-rence!"

"Hi, Alicia; how are you?"

Lawrence had telephoned the girl from the motel in which he was staying for a day. She was delighted to see his name come up on her phone. On his end, he enjoyed hearing speak. The speech lessons he had paid for were having an effect, reducing her lisp to barely a trace, though she sometimes had to slow down and concentrate on her esses.

"I'm good. Will you be vis-iting this week?" she asked hopefully.

"I'd like to, if I'm not imposing, that is," he answered, teasing her.

"Oh, come on! You know how much I love seeing you! When will you be here?" she said happily.

"I can come tomorrow. I know it's a school day but can you take it off?"

Alicia smiled as she said, "Yes, of course. I can't wait to th'ee you. I mean see you!"

"I'll be there by 9:00. We can have breakfast together."

Lawrence knocked on Alicia's door promptly at 9:00 AM. Janet had already left for work. The girl hadn't told her mother that Lawrence would be spending the day with her. She fibbed, telling her that she didn't feel well and needed to rest. At eight months pregnant, her mother didn't question her.

Alicia opened the door and joyfully hugged her lover. Lawrence kissed her cheek and pressed her to him.

He stood back and said, "Wow! You're quite big!"

"Do I look awful," Alicia asked uncertainly.

"My goodness, no!" Lawrence exclaimed, holding her hands. "You look beautiful, Alicia! Really beautiful!"

This pleased the plain looking girl with the harelip.

"Lawrence, you're so nice to me!"

"Alicia," he said to her, smiling, "the easiest thing in the world is to be nice to you." He put his arms around her neck and pressed his forehead to hers.

She whispered in his ear, "I've lubed my asshole for you!"

"Well," he whispered in reply, "then we'd better get to it. I'd hate to waste a good lube job!" Alicia laughed and dropped awkwardly to her knees.

"Oof! I'm still getting used to this," she said as she glanced down at her abdomen. She had discovered the sex of her child and was excited to tell Lawrence when the moment was right.

Lawrence smiled down at her as she unzipped his pants and removed his swollen cock. He's always hard for me! she said to herself. He's amazing!

Alicia started licking around the bulbous head of her lover's 8 inch penis. She moved her right hand slowly up and down the shaft as she licked and sucked the sensitive glans at the top of the boner.

"Hold on, darling," Lawrence said as he bent to lift her to her feet. "I want to see you nude while you're sucking me."

Alicia unbuttoned her top and dropped it to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her stretchable shorts and pulled them down to her ankles. She reached around and unhooked her bra, freeing her now-bigger breasts. (Visited by the "titty fairy" was the way her mother put it.) He also undressed quickly.

When she took off her panties, Lawrence took them in his hand, placed them over his face, and inhaled deeply. It made Alicia happy to see him enjoying her scent. Her pussy started to get wet as she contemplated the love making to come.

She took up once again the position on her knees and resumed her performance of fellatio. Alicia was intent upon making him cum in her mouth. Since there was no need any longer to avoid orgasm anywhere but in her vagina, she wanted Lawrence to cum in her mouth, anus, and between her breasts. She hoped also to give him a hand job!

Lawrence stroked Alicia's hair as she sucked and slurped his rigid cock. The sight of his rod going in and out of her mouth and the view of her harelip excited him.

"Alicia, dear, I'm going to cum in your mouth if you keep this up!" he gasped.

"Um-hmm," she murmured as she quickened her pace, moving her hand smoothly over the saliva-soaked penis. She was very excited to feel the gush of semen as he spurted. She loved Lawrence; she wanted to please him.

Her oral ministrations were having the desired effect; Lawrence was on the verge of cumming.

"Here it comes!" he cried as the jism shot upward and into the homely blonde's mouth.

Surprised by the volume and force of his ejaculate, Alicia momentarily choked and coughed before recovering and sucking the cream down her throat. She positioned her tongue underneath the cockhead and wiggled it gently and softly, prolonging her lover's pleasure. The 15-year old continued to suck and lick until the cock was cleaned of its cum and she had swallowed all that was there. Only then did she lift her head expectantly to see Lawrence with his eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

"Alicia!" he said, "Have you been taking lessons? That was incredible!"

The pregnant teen smiled as she looked up at him. She wiped the mix of semen and saliva from her chin and said to him, giggling,

"Thank you, Lawrence. You inspire me!" She pressed her head against his thigh and wrapped her arms around his knees and smiled happily. His spent cock dripped stray dollops of cum onto her shoulder.

Lawrence bent over and lifted the girl to her feet and took her glasses off, setting them down on a table. He then took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, running his tongue over her disfigurement. Self-conscious when he first did that, she long since had understood this acknowledgement of her deformity was a sign of his respect and affection.

Alicia looked down at her belly and said, "Lawrence, I'm carrying a boy; your son, our son. I'm going to keep him."

He smiled at her saying, "I'm very pleased for you, Alicia."

She understood his need for professional distance but felt hurt nonetheless. It was too much for her to expect him to feel as she did. He was nice to her, treated her as special, visiting her and making love to her what it wasn't required and for all that she was grateful. Still, it was only natural for her to hope for more. What that was, though, she couldn't have said. She sighed inwardly.

"Come to my bedroom," she said as she took his hand. He allowed her to lead him onto her bed. He took her in his arms and kissed her face all over. She purred happily and snuggled closer to him.

"Alicia ... are you getting everything you need? Are you having regular check-ups? Have you made arrangements for the birth?" he inquired.

Alicia laughed. Sitting up on her legs with her big belly in front of her, she said to him,

"Lawrence, you sound like a first-time father! Of course I'm getting regular check-ups. My due date is set and so is my appointment at the hospital. Don't worry."

Lawrence looked at her with a very serious expression.

"I do worry about you. I think about you all the time."

Alicia stopped smiling and looked at him soberly.

"Lawrence ..."

"I care for you. I want things to go well for you."

The girl waited for him to say more.

"I have such fondness for you, but you knew that, didn't you?"

Alicia looked away and said nothing. Although he had not, and felt he could not, reveal the true depth of his feeling for her, Lawrence nonetheless knew he had said too much. He reached for her hand. She did not pull away but also did not give his an answering squeeze. He wanted her to know how special a person she was and not just to him; but all he had done was to disappoint her.

"Thank you, Lawrence," she said quietly and sadly, still not looking at him. He felt so awkward. It wasn't like this with the other women. Then she said,

"I want you to fuck me in the ass and cum inside me. As I said, I'm already lubed." She took the tube of lubricant from the bedside table and set it on the bed to her right and behind her for him. She did not look back.

The girl got on all fours, dropped her head, and presented her anus for his (and her?) pleasure. As Lawrence smeared lube over his erect cock, Alicia anticipated the moment of penetration. Lawrence couldn't see the tear roll down the side of her nose and off the end.

She liked anal sex with Lawrence because it made her feel naughty. Alicia had practiced with a dildo so her muscle control was good. She also hoped it pleased him enough to make him want to keep seeing her. With his other "clients," the purpose of sexual activity would be pregnancy; pleasure was actually a secondary consideration for both participants. There would be no time, and no sperm, to waste on any other sex but vaginal intercourse and ejaculation within. At least Alicia could offer the man she loved sexual variety. He's getting a chance to be playful, she thought; he has to enjoy himself sometimes! I know it's selfish, she said to herself, but I want him to enjoy himself with me.

Before entering her, Lawrence bent down and kissed Alicia's puckered, raised-ring asshole and rubbed his face on her soft, pale, buttocks.

Raising himself up, he pressed his cockhead into Alicia's slippery anus. The girl relaxed her sphincter, allowing him to pop into her. He stopped for moment to give her a chance to accommodate herself to what was essentially an unnatural coupling. Alicia pushed out with her bowels, making it easy for him to push down into her rectum. As with their previous anal sex sessions, he drove down, inserting himself to the hilt in her soft, delicate rectal flesh.

"Uhn ... oh; oh!" Alicia muttered. "Ahh ... yes."

As Lawrence started to move in and out of her, she spoke to him softly and lewdly, exhorting him, "That's it; fuck my greasy asshole! Shoot everything you've got! Oh ... god!"

Excited by her, Lawrence rammed her harder and faster. As he fucked her, he looked down to see the smallest bits of her rear tunnel's reddened flesh becoming visible on the withdrawal.

Alicia's tits swayed with each thrust. The top of her enlarged belly touched the bed. Its size kept her from reaching to her clitoris for simultaneous stimulation. She concentrated solely on the opening up of her rear portal and the delicious discomfort it caused her. She was hot now; wanting Lawrence to hurt her.

"Harder; fuck it harder! Make it bleed!" She even began to push backward, throwing herself at his midsection, and meeting each of his thrusts.

Lawrence would not hurt her as she desired. He understood what she wanted and why but his love for her would not allow him to do it. He would cum now and then cuddle her. He started thrusting faster and lifting with his penis, reaching the nerve center within, which took him over the edge into orgasm.

"Alicia ... here it comes!" he cried as he leaned back slightly, gripping her hips as waves of pleasure coursed through him. He fired gobs of hot semen into his lover's pliable, slippery rectum, filling her up, giving her a large "anal creampie." Fully spent, now, he gently let his cock slide out of her. He flopped down on his back, breathing hard. The girl lay on her side facing away from him and wept silently.

Lawrence kissed the back of Alicia's head. He gave her time to recover before speaking to her. While he waited, he looked at this essentially plain young girl with the disfiguring harelip and admired her sexuality. She looked beautifully erotic nude, pregnant, and with a thin trail of semen leaking from her butthole.

In those few moments, Alicia made up her mind that if he couldn't capture his heart, she would have his sexual attention. She would offer herself in as many ways as she could to excite and delight him. Before he left that evening, she would have him fuck her pussy and leave his cum there, too. If he was up to it, she would try to bring him off with her tits. She wanted him to want to return to her. If the sex was varied enough, she thought, he would. She'd settle for that.

He snuggled close to her, allowing her to shift slightly to spoon herself into him. He liked the closeness with her. He again kissed the back of her head as he reached around to stroke her pregnant belly. It felt so nice to touch her. She was beautiful to him.

Lawrence had so much physical intimacy with so many women that it did not feel at all intimate. He tried his best to make it meaningful. At training, they emphasized the importance and uniqueness of each encounter both to the girls and women and to the breeder. Only with Alicia did he feel authentic. Only with her did he have real sex; the rest was, well, "breeding." She soothed him physically and psychically. He knew that she loved him.

Sexually spent, they soon drifted off to sleep.

Two weeks later, Alicia received a letter from a surgeon's office. It was a physician she did not know and wondered what relation it could have to her situation. She saw her OBGYN regularly and nothing was wrong with her pregnancy. She was in her ninth month; her due date was 17 days away. Was this something else from the government about which she was unaware, she wondered?

Dear Ms. Kravets:

Congratulations on your impending childbirth! We'd like to thank you for supporting the breeding program. It's a great service to our country.

We are contacting you at the request of Mr. Lawrence Keller. Mr. Keller has arranged for you to call or visit our clinic sometime in the next 90 days to schedule a procedure. Our cosmetic surgeons are among the finest in the nation. We think you'll be very pleased with the result.

At your convenience call our offices between 9:00 AM and 4:30 PM, Monday through Friday to schedule your cleft palate/palate repair procedure.

Regards,

Clarence W. Brownley, MD, PhD

"Oh, Lawrence!" she said aloud as her baby kicked.

"Ooh!" she exclaimed and touched her abdomen. She laughed with delight at this indication of the baby's insistent presence. He's a prize fighter, this one! she thought, and laughed again.

Lawrence would complete Alicia's transformation on the outside in the same way that he assisted her many changes on the inside. He had treated her with more than respect; he was affectionate. He gave her pride in herself and encouraged her to pursue other endeavors. She moved up to a program that had her graduating early from high school. She would be enrolling in a university just before turning seventeen. She had achieved much but what she wanted most, she knew she could not have. Lawrence was a breeder; he would never marry her. She should not expect it. She should enjoy what she had with him.

The sex was wonderful! She remembered fondly his last visit to her. He had cummed twice that morning: once in her mouth and once in her anus. After a nap, he awoke hard and ready to take her again. Alicia tit-fucked him with her big milk-filled breasts. He had ejaculated onto her neck and chest giving her a classic "pearl necklace." It made her feel wonderfully slutty to scoop up the gobs of thick jism and swallow it. She liked that feeling, the feeling of being his slut. If that's all she could have right now, she would take it and be satisfied.

Alicia looked around the baby's room. She had painted and decorated it herself. It pleased her to see the appropriately baby blue walls, the hanging mobile with the luminous moon and stars over the antique crib, a gift from her uncle and aunt, and the banana-yellow stuffed kangaroo that she couldn't resist buying. The curtains were white lace and the Venetian blinds pearl white. She took an evening art class and learned to do airbrushing. Employing that technique, she created leaping dolphins of different colors in a line loosely encircling the room. She had picked out the white, distressed dresser and the white wicker chair with the multi-colored cushion. Yes, this is comfortable, she thought. I hope Aaron will like it when he arrives. It would be empty for only another couple of weeks.

Traveling in his comfortable late-model black Porsche 911 with the red interior (besides Alicia, his only indulgence) to his next assignment, Lawrence thought about Darcy. The girl received confirmation that she was, indeed, pregnant; right on schedule, too! That's how Darcy's life would be, he thought; scheduled and purposeful, no wasted motion. He had received a nice message from Audrey. She was pregnant and also engaged to be married. He supervisor had proposed and she eagerly accepted. He was even to be invited to the wedding!

Of Alicia, he thought that having her facial deformity erased might make her feel better about herself but that was no guarantee. She had lived with it, and its effect on others, so long he wondered if she ever thought what life could be like without it. He remembered hearing an interview with a makeup artist discussing her work and how sometimes its effect on perception surprised even her. She recounted a time when she had offered to work with a pretty woman who had a strawberry colored birthmark covering one side of her face and extending down her neck. The young woman let her apply makeup with tones that reflected the true colors of the body to the extent that the birthmark was completely covered. When the woman saw herself in a mirror she burst into tears. She had never seen herself without the birthmark; the resulting image was so beautiful, so normal, that she was overcome with emotion. Would that be Alicia's reaction?

Perhaps with her harelip repaired Alicia would attract the attention of a lot of boys and men. Maybe she would fall for one of them. If she did, he would feel her loss keenly, but it was a chance he would have to take. Telling her how much he loved her would have meant the end of his participation in the program. He was not ready for that yet.

He liked being a breeder. He thought the work important. Still, he would be 30 years old soon. The initial program had only a few more years to run. He didn't think he would sign up for even another single year. No, when the program reached 10 years, he would retire from it and do something else.

Would she be waiting? he wondered. And if she was, what then? Marriage? Maybe. She would be an adult then.

One thing was certain; he would breed her again. Alicia told him before he left that as soon as she was recovered from the birth of her first child, she wanted Lawrence to give her another one. He told her that of course he would do that for her.

He was, after all, the consummate professional.