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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright ( 2008 by deGaffer

   SUMMARY: A wealthy and politically connected college librarian
manipulates a group of students and encourages them to put together a team
that the Confederacy shouldn't ignore.
UNIVERSE: The Swarm Cycle
WARNING: This story contains material unsuitable for minors and
narrow-minded individuals.  It probably contains sex, violence, and other
socially unacceptable material.  You have been warned!
CONTENT: anal humil MMF ScFi
This story is set in the Swarm Cycle Universe created by Thinking
Horndog.  Get a grip; this is fiction.  Any resemblance between the content
of this story or any of the characters depicted herein with real persons,

places or events is totally coincidental.

   It started with a simple concept that should have been a short story,
but it seems to have morphed into an epic saga of scheming, planning,
deception, and of course, sex.

   I very much appreciate the patience and efforts of Mulligan.  His help
has made this a much better story.  I claim full responsibility for all
errors and omissions.

   Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all
rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.  Reproduction
for profit is forbidden.  Any distribution must include this note and the
author's email address.

   CHAPTER 3: Dinner is Served

   When everyone had gathered in the dining room, Lesa took charge of the
introductions.  "Everyone, this is my eldest, Sara.  She's my biggest
helper and a very capable caregiver to her siblings.  This munchkin is
Franklin and Miss Mischievous here is Samantha.  Kids, this is Ms. 
Johnson, Ms.  Owens, Mr.  Caulfield, Ms.  Olson, and Ms.  Nokamura."
Scanning the group with her eyes, she gestured with a forearm sweep,
"Please, sit anywhere."

   Lesa took a seat at the end of the table nearest the kitchen.

   The table had been set for twelve with very nice china, flatware, and
crystal glasses.  There were pitchers of water, iced tea, and carafes of
red wine along the center of the table.  "You have a beautiful home, Mrs.
Crews," Janet remarked.  "It's very spacious and elegant."

   "Thank you.  Would you and Ms.  Johnson please start passing the
platters of spaghetti around?  It will be easier if we do this family
style."

   "Well, if we are going to do this family style," Sara remarked, "I would
like to be referred to as Sara; not 'Ms.  Johnson', even though we're in
such an elegant room with formal table settings."

   Turning to her right she continued, "Hi, we both have the same first
name.  Isn't that cool?  Would you like me to hold this while you help
yourself?"

   The younger Sara just nodded as she slid some pasta to her plate with
the specialized pasta spoon.  The bare-breasted Sara passed the platter to
her left and then held the bowl of sauce for youngster.

   With two bread baskets, platters and bowls it only took a couple of
minutes for everyone to load their plates and begin eating.  Lesa sat
between Franklin and Samantha and helped them cut the spaghetti into
bite-size lengths.  Franklin was not pleased with the assistance, but
endured it quietly.

   All three of the kids were mesmerized by the swirling design on Sara's
otherwise bare breasts.  While the kids were used to such displays in
public, this was the first time they had seen such at the table.

   Sara noticed them noticing and looked at Lesa, "I have a wrap in my
shoulder bag.  I can get it if it would make everyone more comfortable."

   "I'm sorry, please don't bother.  Children, mind your manners.  It's not
polite to stare.  But, it is a beautiful pattern, isn't it.  Notice how the
swirl pattern seems to draw your eyes away from her lovely breasts and up
to her beautiful face.  It has to have been done by a very skillful artist,
don't you think?" Lesa's scolding was clearly pro forma.  Her praise of
Sara's display actually focused everyone's attention on the pert breasts
and blushing face, and gave the kids an excuse for a very close
examination.

   "Now, would anyone like some grated parmesan?" This remark broke the
silent trance that had settled around the table.

   From the far end of the table, Jake leaned forward a bit.  "Ms.  Crews,
you have wonderful children.  Would it be all right if they called me
'Jake'?  I'm actually not much older that Sara."

   His casual remark triggered inward thoughts by all four of the college
girls, but it was Janet who looked to her right and asked, "Just how old
are you, Jake?"

   Clearly Jake had been focused on making the children comfortable and had
let his situational awareness slip.  Caught flat-footed he mumbled,
"Sixteen".

   "What was that?" The question came from Sara Johnson, but everyone
looked at Jake who just sat silently, playing with the pasta on his plate
with his fork.

   "He said 'sixteen'," Janet spoke up without changing her focus from the
embarrassed teen.  "I knew you were younger than the rest of us, but didn't
think you were THAT much younger.  There has to be an interesting story
here.  How did you swing being a Georgia Tech senior at sixteen?"

   "I started taking college level classes when I was a high school
sophomore." After his brief answer he pushed a big forkful of pasta into
his mouth in an attempt to end the conversation.

   "At sixteen you should BE a high school sophomore," Leslie said from
across the table.

   Jake just shrugged while slowly chewing his mouthful of food.

   "Wow, he's only three years older than me," this was the first sound
Sara had made since entering the room and Jake was grateful that everyone's
attention had swung to the far side of the table.

   "Yes, and he has your keen fashion sense," her mother observed.  They
were both wearing sci-fi themed T-shirts and faded jeans.  The outline of a
training bra could be seen in the drape of Sara's loose fitting T-shirt.

   "Mom!" Sara exclaimed.

   "Okay, okay.  No more bear baiting by the mom.  Since only the room and
I are formal, perhaps the rest of you can tell Sara, Frankie, and Sam how
you would like to be addressed."

   It was clearly an attempt to change the subject of the conversation, but
Leslie spoke up, "Leslie, Janet, and Misty," pointing to each girl in turn.
She then turned and gave Jake a friendly smile before resuming the
conversation as though there had been no interruption.  "Let me rephrase my
remark as a question.  How is it that someone who should be hanging out
with high school sophomores, is hanging out with college seniors?"

   "I complained of being bored with school.  My parents hired a tutor when
I was eleven and within a year he got me accepted into night school at the
local junior college.  I was able to apply those classes to both my high
school and college diplomas.  I graduated from high school last year and
was accepted here as a mid-term junior." Jake again tried to divert
everyone's attention to eating.

   "That's a very impressive accomplishment, Jake." Lesa remarked.  Turning
to Leslie she continued, "Not subtle Leslie, not crude, but not subtle at
all.  Jake is clearly a focused and dedicated young man.  I'm thinking that
a more interesting story would be the dynamics of you, Sara, and our
recently departed jock, Mr.  Clark.  I'm wondering why he arrived with you
and clearly wanted you to leave with him, but focused most of his attention
on Sara while here?" Lesa again made an attempt to swing the conversation
off of Jake.

   "Hey, that's personal," Leslie responded.

   "So's Jake's age and his academic achievements," Lesa responded.  "I
hosted this gathering with the hope of bringing myself and my daughter up
to speed on current interpersonal relationship standards.  She will be
obtaining her majority this fall and I'm at a loss as to what can be done
to prepare her.  So, please, educate me."

   Leslie looked at Sara; then glanced at Jake, Janet and Misty across the
table.  It was clear that she really didn't want to talk openly about what
she considered her personal life.

   Where there was no response for several seconds, Lesa tried a different
approach.  "I have no desire to make anyone uncomfortable.  I apologize for
doing so.  However, with four young women here who appear to be very
comfortable with the current fashions and social mores, I was expecting you
to be comfortable talking about it.  I'm truly sorry for offending you."
While her words were graciously ending the line of discussion, her eyes
were pleading for them to continue.

   Janet decided that someone should respond to their hostess and offered
her opinion.  "The underlying motivation of outrageous dress and behavior
today is survival.  It's a minefield of getting the attention of a
Confederacy selectee without encouraging predators.  Rapists are being
relentlessly pursued and prosecuted, but where does rough, consensual sex
end and rape begin.  How do you distinguish between empty and genuine
promises?  CAP scores above six-point-five are above average, but not
uncommon.  They do NOT, however, exclude the person from being a user,
abuser, or even from being a predator.  Right, Leslie?"

   Back in the spotlight, Leslie's shoulders slumped a bit.  "He's not
really a predator, and only gets abusive when he's been drinking.  Yeah, he
can be overly critical of the shortcomings of others.  It's just his way of
dealing with his own shortcomings." Glancing at the kids she held up her
left had with her thumb and forefinger about 5 inches apart.

   Misty snorted and started choking.  Janet tittered as she turned to see
if Misty was breathing, and turned back when Misty covered her mouth with a
napkin and began coughing and gasping.

   The younger Sara turned a puzzled face to her giggling mother who leaned
in close, "He has a smaller than average penis.  This can be a real blow to
a macho guy's ego." Sara started giggling along with her mother.

   "God, don't tell him I said that!  He'll kill me!" Leslie covered her
face with her hands.

   "Misty and I will continue to avoid him, unless we're in a large group,
right Misty?" Janet turned to Misty who just nodded.  Continuing, Janet
asked, "What do you see in that prick?  Why don't you just tell him to kiss
off?"

   "Well, he has a 7.1 CAP score.  He's a lot smarter than you'd expect for
a jock, and he's nice to us most of the time.  He's really great when he
gets back from playing soldier with his ROTC buddies, or when we're having
a great road trip with the team.  He just gets abusive when the he and a
couple of teammates drown their losses in beer.  But, it goes back to what
you said earlier: survival." Leslie was clearly looking for acceptance. 
"Someone like Ralph would be a much better boyfriend, if he had any social
skills.  He's certainly a better lover, but he only has a 6.2 CAP." Again,
Leslie's eyes got big and she clamped her hand over her mouth.

   "Okay, it seems clear that we should all keep our deep, dark secrets to
ourselves with Leslie in the room," Janet quipped rolling her eyes.  "And
just how would you know that Ralph is such a stud?"

   "Okay, hold that thought." Lesa interrupted Janet and Leslie.  "We're
going to need some ground rules before moving forward with this line of
discussion.  I must say that I'm fascinated, but I really don't want to be
part of a gossip ring.  I'm going to make a BIG pot of coffee.  Please
leave the dishes where they are when you finish eating and make your way
back to the study.  Sara, will you please get Frankie and Sammy ready for
bed?  Once they're tucked in you're welcome to join us in the study."

   "Would you like some help with your bother and sister, Sara?" The older
Sara asked.  "I've got younger bothers and sisters in my family too, so I
know how to tuck kids in."

   Getting approval from her mother with her eyes, Sara nodded and started
collecting the two youngsters for the trip upstairs.

   Jake, Janet, and Misty started collecting dirty dishes, even though Lesa
had said not to.  Janet looked at Leslie and started laughing, again.

   "Well, we started talking about concepts and theoretical stuff and I get
lost." Leslie rationalized.  "I understand things better with examples.  I
start talking before I start thinking." It was more of an explanation than
an excuse.  "I'm going to go help the Sara's." With that she ducked out of
the dining room and followed the retreating miniskirt upstairs.

   Franklin was a bit truculent about getting washed and ready for bed. 
Samantha was more cooperative.  It was still a bit early for even Samantha
to be ready for bed, so Sara set her siblings up in the family room with a
Sesame Street video.  She led the two older girls back downstairs assuring
them with, "I'll check back with them in about thirty minutes or so. 
They'll be fine by themselves that long."

   Gathering in the study, Lesa passed out cups of coffee.  "The sugar and
creamer are on the table," Lesa said, directing everyone's attention to the
serving tray on the coffee table with her chin.  Looking at her daughter
she said, "Apple juice for you, kiddo."

   "That's fine.  It's too near bedtime for coffee anyway," Sara responded.

   "Okay, I didn't really intend for this to degenerate into an episode of
'True Confessions'," everyone looked at Leslie and started laughing when
she blushed.

   "Well..." was all Leslie could say through a larynx constricted by
embarrassment.

   "But," Lesa continued, "It could be productive if we all agree to keep
it among the seven of us."

   Doing a quick headcount Sara beamed at being included.

   "Does anyone have any ideas about how to keep 'miss motor mouth' here
under control short of using a ball gag?" Janet quipped.  She was trying to
take the sting out of her remark with a big, good-natured smile.  It seemed
to be working.  Leslie was also smiling.

   "Actually, most of what she's let slip comes back on her.  She would
have the most to lose if her comparisons of Marvin and Ralph get
published." Lesa was again in control of the room.  "I believe we all
assume she's relating first-hand knowledge of the two ...  subjects.  Does
anyone else want more details on how she arrived at her assessments?"

   The nodding heads were almost unanimous.  Only the older Sara held back,
biting her lower lip.

   "Perhaps Sara can take up the story without revealing details that would
add significantly to her apparent embarrassment." As Lesa turned her
attention to Sara, everyone but Leslie followed suit.  Leslie even looked
up when her friend started talking.

   "Honest, Marvin is a considerate guy most of the time.  He only has a
tendency to humiliate others when he's been drinking.  Knowing he doesn't
compare well, he typically wants oral or anal sex.  He isn't really big
enough to hurt most girls, but he's really strong and he can play rough. 
He really likes to ejaculate in your face and hair.  He has very talented
fingers, and he always gets me off by abusing my nipples and clitoris while
pounding my ..." Her eyes cut to the younger Sara.  She was clearly
embarrassed to discuss details of anal sex in front of a thirteen-year-old
girl.

   "Don't feel inhibited by Sara.  She and I have had some frank
discussions about the many ways adults can pleasure each other.  She will
be making decisions for herself before long.  While I don't really want to
encourage her to experiment with intimate activities, I don't want her to
become an unwitting participate out of curiosity or ignorance.  So, Marvin
is an accomplished back door buddy.  That brings us to Ralph."

   "I don't have first-hand knowledge of Ralph's talent," Sara glanced at
Leslie.

   Sighing, Leslie looked around and picked up the thread, "Okay, it
started after we lost the homecoming game to Virginia last weekend.  Marvin
started drinking after the game and wanted to really humiliate me.  He
needed to borrow some notes from Ralph and so we stopped by his dorm room.
We'd fucked in the locker room after the game and he was complaining about
me being a poor fuck all the way to Ralph's room, and I wasn't too happy
with his behavior."

   "While Ralph was searching for the notes, Marvin sat on the bed and
pulled me onto his lap all the while complaining to Ralph about what a poor
fuck I was.  I was still slick back there and, as usual, was not wearing
panties.  Marvin pulled his sweat shorts aside and shoved his dick up my
butt in a single thrust.  When I screamed in surprise, poor Ralph tried to
come to my rescue.  He was so cute threatening to kick the big bruiser's
ass and all.  Marvin just laughed at him."

   "Ralph tossed the notebook he'd been looking for onto the bed and told
us to get out.  Again Marvin laughed, suggesting to Ralph that maybe if
something bigger than a finger was in my cunt it would tighten my ass
enough to be descent fuck.  I was concentrating on calming Ralph down.  I
knew he would get his ass kicked if he really pissed Marvin off.  Telling
him it was okay, I asked him to give me a try.  I promised not to hurt him.
That got a big laugh out of Marvin."

   "He must have decided that I was serious and got down on his knees in
front of me before pushing his shorts down.  I never saw his tool, but as
soon as he pressed the head against my entrance I knew he was a lot bigger
than Marvin.  He just smiled when I looked at him with my eyes bugged out
as he pushed just hard enough for the head to pop though my front door.  I
put a strangle hold on his shaft to be sure he couldn't pull it back out."

   "Marvin yelled 'Oh, yeah!  That's it!' before I relaxed enough to allow
Ralph to feed more of his surprising shaft into me.  It took three or four
strokes before his pubic bone bashed into my clit.  I was seeing stars. 
Ralph came with a grunt, but didn't get soft!  Marvin started shooting cum
up my butt before Ralph recovered.  Marvin's climax was so intense he stood
up, knocking Ralph onto his back with me still impaled on top of him. 
Marvin was still cumming, shooting a big load into my hair.  Some of
Marvin's cum even went over my shoulder and onto Ralph's face."

   "Laughing, Marvin pulled his shorts back into place, picked up the
notebook, and told me to 'Have needle dick there give you a good workout
before cleaning up and returning to my place." When he closed the door on
his way out, 'needle dick' rolled me onto my back and began long stroking
in and out of me.  I came four times before Ralph bent me double, pushed
the head of his spraying dick against my cervix, and ground his pubis
against my clit.  I'm sure I was screaming when I passed out from the
pleasure.  When I came to, Ralph was stoking my cheek asking me if I was
okay.  He took me into the shower, washing my hair and every inch of my
body before toweling me dry as I sat on the lid of the toilet.  The bath
was almost as good as the sex.  He tossed me a clean T-shirt and sent me
stumbling on my way.  It was the most amazing fuck of my entire life!"

   "Wow, sounds to me like you need to change boyfriends," the younger Sara
opined.

   Smiling with misty eyes, Leslie responded, "I wish I could.  But the
hard reality is that Ralph will still be sitting on this rock when the
Sa'arm show up unless some savvy selectee bitch snaps him up."

   Lesa discretely glanced at Janet.  Janet came back to Earth catching
Lesa's gaze before looking at Misty.  Lesa saw a bit of lust in Janet's
eyes before she caught herself and returned her attention to Leslie.

   "That was some account, Leslie.  You're one hell of a storyteller.  My
crotch is a swamp," Janet remarked, "Have you had a rematch?"

   Leslie shook her head 'no' before resting it on her chin in her hands.
Sara stroked her friend's hair with tears in her eyes.

   "I agree, that will be a hard act to follow.  Shall we adjourn for the
evening and get back together ...  when?" Lesa suggested.

   "No, wait.  I've poured out my sad story." Leslie said as he dabbed at
her smeared mascara with a paper napkin.

   "Lets get you to a bathroom, sweetie.  You look like a raccoon," Sara
said gently.

   "Not until I either get some advice, or hear someone else's tale,"
Leslie insisted.

   Lesa stepped across the hall and returned with a jar of cold cream and a
box of tissue.  "This will banish the raccoon.  Turn you head, Jake."

   All of the women laughed at Jake's, "What? ..."

   "It's not polite to watch girls fix their damaged war paint," Lesa
supplied.

   "Got it," Jake replied as he stood up.  "How about I refill the coffee
carafe?"

   "Sara, there's a coffee cake in the pantry.  Would you please show Jake
where it is and where to find forks and dessert plates?" Lesa said without
looking up from working on Leslie's damage makeup.

   "Sure, Mom," she replied as she jumped up.

   "That sounds like more than one trip.  How about we help, Misty?" Janet
asked.  Misty just nodded has she rose to follow the group headed for the
kitchen.