"Can you give us a ride?"

Lawrence didn't look around the first time she said it. He thought she must be talking to someone else.

"Hey!" she said, a little louder and a bit closer. "Can you give us a ride?"

He stopped in his tracks and stared at the two girls. One was blonde, tall, and thin, with sort of stringy, lifeless hair and glasses. She also had a harelip. The blonde had asked her question with some impatience as if she'd asked it too often that evening.

They were standing at the exit from the almost completely deserted shopping mall that let onto the parking lot. It was 9:20 PM and the place was closing in 10 minutes. Relying on the kindness of strangers was not the guarantee of success the two teenagers had envisioned. They were ignored by all the men they asked.

The other girl had wavy brown hair and had a smart-ass sort of smirk on her face, expecting a flat refusal and some delicious show of indignation at which they might poke some fun.

Instead, Lawrence said, "Yeah, sure. Where you going?" He looked them up and down.

"An address on French Road. D'you know where that is?" the blonde answered in a slight lisp; likely, Lawrence thought, due to her facial deformity.

"Yeah, I know where it is. C'mon; I'm parked just over there."

He pushed open the door and held it open for them. They quickly shuffled through the portal with an air of insolence and a sense of privilege. They were already pointedly ignored Lawrence, treating his largesse as if they were entitled.

For his part, Lawrence was amused. Silly little girls trying to act tough, he said to himself and smiled. He assessed them both, correctly as it turned out, as being under 16. They'll probably try to smoke in the car! he thought; can't have that.

"Uhh ... please don't smoke in the car."

As he predicted, the blonde had pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. She snorted but said nothing as she dropped them back into her shoulder bag. The brunette merely smirked as if to say, see I told you he'd be a jerk.

Lawrence drove along for a couple of miles before asking, "I'm Lawrence; what are your names?"

At first they looked surprised and then a trifle annoyed. They looked at each other until the brunette said, "Uhh ... Kathy." The blonde, still looking at her friend, mumbled, "Alicia."

"Are you going to a party?" Lawrence asked.

"Yeah, we are," Kathy answered. "Wanna come?"

Although Lawrence was only 27 with youthful good looks, he declined. He was well past the age where a teen party could possibly have held any interest for him. The two girls, however, did interest him; especially the blonde. There was something about her that attracted his attention. Maybe it was how defiantly she wore her disfigurement. How she may be masking an understandingly deep hurt over it.

Arriving at the address and seeing teenagers scattered across the lawn in front of the house as it was a warm evening in early fall, he decided to act on impulse. Kathy was first to get out and said "thanks" for the both of them. As Alicia stepped out of the car and before she slammed the door, he called her back.

"Alicia?" he said.

She stopped and, putting her right arm on top of the opened door and dropping her head, directly at him, stone faced.

"Would you like to come back to my place for a little while? I'll drive you right back here whenever you want," he said, hopefully. "It's not far."

"You got any beer?"

He smiled warmly at her and answered, "As a matter of fact, I do."

As she turned toward Kathy who had stopped to wait for her, Lawrence said, "Just you, for now."

Alicia turned and glanced at him and then back to her friend saying, "I'll be back later. I'll meet you inside." Kathy merely shrugged her shoulders and smirked once again in reply.

Alicia hopped into the car and buckled her seat belt. Lawrence put the car in gear and headed to his modest but well-appointed apartment less than a mile away.

"So, Alicia, are you a high school student?"

"Yeah."

"What year are you in?"

"Freshman," she mumbled.

Fourteen, he thought; good age. This should work out fine. He glanced at her attire: the ubiquitous jeans, scruffy looking tennis shoes, and a green cotton T-shirt. Her glasses were not flattering, not stylish. She was obviously either poor or lower middle class. Might even be grateful, he mused.

Alicia looked out the window, refusing to be engaged in conversation. She was conscious of Lawrence as attractive for an adult. That her friends likely saw her pull away with him in his late model car would stand her in good stead at least for the rest of the evening among her peers. She was going out with an older man. When they smelled the beer on her when she returned her standing would be further enhanced. She was nothing, she thought, if not calculating.

They arrived at the house and parked on the street. There was a long walkway up to the porch and then up a flight of stairs to his apartment on the second floor. He unlocked the door and opened it for her to enter first. Once inside, he locked the door as Alicia stood just a few feet inside.

Lawrence immediately turned and pinned the girl with her back to the door. He held her in his arms as he moved to kiss her. Alicia lifted her head and opened her mouth, touching her tongue to his. She put her arms around his neck and started humping his thigh with her crotch.

For his part, Lawrence was attracted to her lack of conventional attractiveness. Her harelip made her interesting. In the course of his kissing her, he ran his tongue over the scar zigzagging across her upper lip. He put his hands under her shirt and started reaching down inside the back of her pants.

He felt her sweaty lower back and the waist band of her under pants. He shoved his hand down into her panties curling his middle finger past the crack in her ass and up to her moist pussy. The little slut started unzipping her jeans and kicked off her sneakers without undoing the laces. She did not pull away from the kiss as she peeled off her pants and then her panties.

She finally broke away to lift off her T-shirt and to unhook her bra, freeing her small but firm tits. Her pussy had a sparse triangle of pubic hair and her skin was white, almost pasty looking. She stood naked before him, expectantly. Lawrence did not disappoint.

Backing her to the door, He knelt in front of the girl. Lawrence lifted one of her legs, bent at the knee, open and gently pushed it flush against the door. When her leg was up, he smelled her warm cunt, now beginning to lubricate. Tilting his head back, he began the performance of cunnilingus that he hoped would please her. It did.

Alicia put her hands on his head as he licked her thick outer labia. Her sex was already wet with desire. She had hoped to be fucked but wasn't entirely sure the man would go for someone so young. Lawrence teased her by nibbling softly on her cunt lips and then licking from the base of the opening up to just below, but careful not to touch, the clitoris. The girl responded by scowling and trying to push her clit down to his tongue. She finally blurted in exasperation, "Lick the clit! Lick the clit! I'm fuckin' dying!"

Lawrence smiled as he put his whole mouth on the top of her mons, engulfing the clitoris and getting a mouthful of pubic hair in the process. He thought then that there could be nothing more delightful. He sucked and lapped at Alicia's "love button," causing the plain-looking 14 year old to shudder in her first orgasm of the evening.

"Uhn ... uhn ... oh, Jesus! Fuck! Fuck!" she panted as he let her left leg drop gently to the floor. She was breathing heavily with her head back and eyes closed. Lawrence stood up and removed his clothes. His cock was standing at attention as she dropped to the floor in front of him and took his manhood between her lips. Their positions reversed, he reached down to hold her head as she bobbed up and down on the erect penis. She paused only momentarily to remove a hair from her mouth before resuming her oral ministrations. The girl was good, more experienced than he had anticipated. This was perfect, he thought.

Not wanting to spurt in her mouth, he withdrew. Alicia looked up and wiped her mouth. She slowly stood up and turned around, placing her hands on the door and bending over to present her sex to him. Lawrence admired the sparsely pimpled ass cheeks and the lovely dark brown wrinkled opening between them. He made a mental note to try that anus in the near future; now was not the time. Lawrence was intent upon enjoying her wet adolescent sex. Alicia looked back at him over her left shoulder.

He put his left hand on her hip and guided his cock into her waiting pussy with his right. Slotted now, he began to pump her. The homely but horny teen with the harelip dropped her head as her medium-length blonde hair swung forward and backward as each thrust of the cock hit home. She was aware that he hadn't time to put on a rubber and wondered if he would pull out before the crucial moment. Either way, she could still get pregnant and she knew it. Still, they were both overcome with lust and were not inclined to caution.

Lawrence was driving into her hard. He almost lifted her off the floor with the force of his fucking. He felt her soft slim bottom against his hard belly as he drilled her for all he was worth. Alicia had been fucked enough to know he couldn't last much longer. Just as she thought about that, Lawrence announced his climax.

Through clenched teeth he hissed, "Alicia ... I'm coming!" He drove her forward and pressed his whole torso against her back, wet now, with perspiration. He clutched her tightly as he continued to spasm, jerking his hips as the penis shot its seed into her warmth and wetness. Breathing hard, they stayed locked in that position for more than a minute after Lawrence had cummed.

Alicia looked over her right shoulder at him through her glasses. Before she could speak and ask the question he anticipated, he said to her,

"I've decided to breed you."

Alicia started.

"What?" she said in her lisping voice, confused. "What do you ..."

Withdrawing his spent organ from the snug, feminine sheath, he silently pointed to the certificate in the frame on the wall next to the door. The teen aged girl was stunned to discover this man was a breeder. His license was official and up to date, having recently been renewed.

"You bath-tard," she lisped and collapsed to the floor in a sitting position, her forehead pressed to her arms folded across her drawn up knees. The semen was leaking out of her sex onto the floor. Lawrence sat down next to her.

He put his arm around her shoulders and spoke gently and softly with the quiet confidence that comes with real authority.

"I think you know how this works. You'll likely have a baby with me in the next 9 to 10 months unless you're infertile. I'll be working to impregnate you over the next two months. I'll be registering your name and as you're a minor, the state will formally present this information to your parents."

She kept her head down. Shit! She thought. Shit!

"You know the benefits of bearing a child. And you don't have to keep it. There are plenty of couples looking to adopt. The important thing is that you give birth to a citizen."

At this, she lifted her head and spoke.

"Why me? There are lots of pretty girls to choose from. I'm ugly."

Lawrence kissed her shoulder and smoothed her damp hair.

"You aren't ugly, Alicia. I find you very attractive. I'm really going to enjoy breeding you."

He had clearly looked beyond the obvious and was enamored of this young girl, this teen so eager to run risks. Well, her luck seemed to have run out this time, he thought, laughing to himself. In a few months her belly would be swollen and she would join the legion of women and girls enrolled, "forced" some would say, in the program to boost the number of children in the country. With fertility rates dropping precipitously over the last 30 years, the state needed to devise, in the jargon of the day, "an effective demographic policy."

The state needed more babies, more young people. Now that medical science had provided the means to extend active, healthy life to, on average, 136.73 years of age, the number of elderly was dwarfing that of the young. Something had to be done, though at first, no one dared suggest such a forceful and unorthodox approach. The strictures of conventional morality and the public policy barriers had to be overcome if their nation was to survive to the next century.

When the breeder program was proposed there were the expected outcries, but the fact remained that no one had any better solution to offer. So, it was put into effect for ten years on a trial basis. At the end of the first decade, if the populace supported it, the program could continue in perhaps a modified format. Artificial insemination on a wide scale had been tried and failed to meet the target goals. It seemed that nothing was more successful than the natural coupling of fertile males and females abetted by financial incentives.

"So, what do I have to do?" Alicia asked, sullenly.

"Well, you have to be available to me. I'll set up a schedule for you, work around your menstrual periods, your school schedule, that sort of thing. You know, of course, that this takes precedence over school and just about everything else."

"Yeah, I know."

Alicia had seen girls in school leaving their classes to go to a special wing in the building set aside for this purpose. It was also a locus for non-students as the desirable ages were 12 through 35. Now, she would be one of them.

"Good; I'm going to fuck you once more before I take you back to the party. Is that okay with you?"

She looked distinctly unhappy when she said, "Does it make any difference if I say 'no?'"

Lawrence smiled at her.

"Yes; not officially, but to me it does. I will do my best to accommodate you within reason. You know, of course, that the sooner you get pregnant the better."

She looked down at the puddle between her legs and said softly, "Yeah; I do know that."

Lawrence took Alicia's face in his hands and gently kissed her lips. He stoked her hair. She surprised him by returning the affection, wrapping her arms around his neck with the two of them still sitting on the floor. In the hour that they spent in the apartment, they hadn't moved more than five feet into it. He caressed her breasts; she reached down to stoke his hardening penis.

As she became accustomed to the idea being impregnated, Alicia admitted to herself that she was gratified to be desired. With the sex she had had up to then, she was treated less than respectfully because of her plain face and the harelip. Her lovers, young boys her own age, thought she should be grateful to them and not the other way around. She had accepted it, thinking there were no other possibilities. Lawrence's desire for her made her feel different about herself.

Yes, she was part of a fertility program and yes, she had no choice in the matter but what was crucial to her was that he did. He had a choice and chose her. He had wanted to be with her; it didn't matter what the reason was, and he was filled with desire for her again this evening. She decided to make the most of this, to see what she could gain.

She gently pushed him onto his back. She kissed him deeply. Then, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it to make it harder. Lawrence's boner got bigger as she sucked and stroked it. He enjoyed watching the blonde 14 year old bob her head up and down with her mouth on his shaft and to see her pause to swirl her tongue around the cockhead.

Next, Alicia swung her leg over to straddle him. She grasped his erection, wet from her saliva, and inserted in into her waiting cunt. Lawrence's semen was still dripping out of her making it easy for her to take it to the hilt. She positioned herself facing him and started to fuck herself from on top. She moved her hips up and down as his rod pumped into her. Her small, firm tits jiggled slightly with the movement.

Having fucked the blonde girl from behind, Lawrence was able to imagine the view from floor level looking at her from behind, the flexing of her buttocks and the winking of her dark asshole as his cock split her moist, cum-filled labia. Just the teen's sexual energy and exertions were a tremendous turn on for him. It didn't matter to him that she was, at best, plain looking and that her face was flawed by the deformity. His cock throbbed with desire. He was going to shoot another load inside her.

The girl was breathing more heavily now from both the effort and the pleasure of the hard member in her adolescent twat. She liked being in control, being able to, in essence, fuck herself on his "joystick." She experimented, moving not only up and down but in circles and even wiggling in the very bottom position. Lawrence could hold back no longer and arching his back with her on top, shot his cream into her slippery cunt. He pulled her down onto him as he orgasmed, grinding his hips almost desperately, feeling the maximum pleasure from the cumming.

In that position, lying atop him, Alicia ground her clit against his pubic bone and brought herself off. The underage girl, slut, really, was cumming from intercourse for the first time. Her body was sweaty but alive, electric with tingling climax. Lawrence and she had cummed together. She had controlled it to their mutual satisfaction. She had felt the wonder of that and now understood where her new-found power lay. She took off her glasses, lay down with her face close to his, and, for the first time that evening, smiled.

Lawrence smiled, too, as he put his arms around her, hugging her, and saying, "I think we're going to enjoy being together, Alicia." The girl, still impaled upon his penis, purred softly in response as he felt his warm, runny, semen leaking out of her and running down the shaft of his still hard cock and down his ball sac.

After they had showered and dressed, Lawrence gave Alicia a beer and a printed copy of the breeding agreement, which included the benefits to her and her family at each level. The levels were determined by how many children she bore over the life of the project. He took down her full name, local address, telephone number, and e-mail address.

"I'll be calling at your house in person to discuss this with your mother and father. They'll receive all the necessary information in the mail and by e-mail, which you are to show them or forward to them."

"It's just me and my mother," the girl said. "They got divorced when I was seven. He lives in Canada now."

They were driving back to the address at which Lawrence intended originally to drop her off. When they pulled up in front of the house, her friend Kathy was standing on the lawn with a beer in her hand. She watched Alicia disembark and make her way to her.

Lawrence had taken Alicia's hand and kissed it. She gave him a half smile and left without saying anything. She would be seeing him again soon.