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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: mF oral anal 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 5: His First Time

   Upstairs the unlikely pair entered Lesa's bedroom.  "Take everything out
of your pockets and put it up here.  There's no risk of cotton clothing
being stained, but they'll be uncomfortable to wear when that stuff dries
out.  It's harder to remove after it gets really stiff.  I'll rinse off
your jeans while you shower." Lesa had completely unbuttoned her blouse
while she spoke.  She quickly unzipped and stepped out of her skirt.  She
removed her blouse and hung it on the valet with the skirt.  She then
turned to Jake wearing only a light gray bra, matching French cut panties,
garter belt and sheer stockings.  Jake obediently handed Lesa his jeans and
tried not to stare.  She was breathtaking!

   She directed him to the master bath and followed him into the spacious
room.  He took the hint when she tugged on his T-shirt and pulled it over
his head.  He blushed a lot as he removed his boxers, even though she had
her back to him as she started and adjusted the shower.  She was beautiful
even from behind.  Her softly defined ribs tapered into distinct waist
before flaring into athletic hips.  The garter belt, suspenders, and
stockings framed her beautiful butt.  The shimmering gray satin of her
panties only emphasized the soft smoothness of the moons they revealed at
the leg openings.

   Taking the rest of his clothes she said, "Normally you shouldn't shower
right before being intimate.  You'll smell and taste like soap instead of a
lover, but we'll make an exception for you tonight.  You'll undoubtedly
feel better about yourself after cleaning up a bit."

   She turned and ran warm water into one of the sinks and rinsed out both
his boxers and jeans using a mild detergent typically reserved for her
delicates.  "These won't be completely dry when you're ready to leave, but
they should be more comfortable than they would be saturated with dry,
crusty cum.  And they should be dry enough that no one will notice."

   She hung the clothes on a rack above a large whirlpool tub and turned to
face the shower door.  "Please hurry, I'm waiting."

   Jake was thoroughly rinsing his genitals and ass to remove as much soap
residue as humanly possible.  Stepping out after turning off the water he
said, "Sorry," as Lesa handed him a fluffy white towel and squatted down
with a second towel to dry his legs and buttocks.

   It took a minute to get most of the water out of his hair.  Lesa stepped
back as he was drying his genitals.  She was standing in the middle of the
room with her arms relaxed at her sides.  They locked eyes and Jake was
still for a good fifteen seconds before saying, "What?"

   "I'm no longer in charge," Lesa replied.  "You can undress me yourself,
ask me to undress, use hand signals or smoke signals.  Whatever you want,
I'll do.  You cannot embarrass or shock me, and I'll not think badly of you
for anything you want to try." Jake dropped the towel and reached toward
her right arm with his left hand.  Lesa reached out and surrendered her
hand.  Jake's phallus was hanging down between his thighs, but was starting
to fill with blood.  "Hopefully I won't over-excite you like those sweet
young things downstairs."

   Jake's dick twitched as he thought about the incredible scene that had
caused him to cum in his pants.  Turning back to Lesa he said, "Let's not
talk or think about them for a while, okay?"

   In an effort to shore up Jake's confidence, Lesa advised him, "If you
focus on my reactions and responses rather than my 'parts', you'll be in
better control of your own excitement level.  Try to relax and enjoy
yourself.  As crazy as it sounds, if you don't worry about pleasing me; you
will please me."

   Lesa followed his young, naked butt back into the bedroom.  Jake pulled
the comforter, blanket, and top sheet all the way to the foot of the bed as
a single unit while Lesa watched quietly, not offering to help.  Jake
turned and sat on the bed tapping a finger to his chin while thinking.  "Do
you need help removing the bra?" he asked.

   Lesa turned and backed up to him.  "There are four hooks holding the
strap together.  It's a struggle for me to reach them.  It would be easier
if you undo the hooks that hold it together." When she felt him grab a
strap in each hand and struggle to maneuver the small hook out of the
seemingly smaller eye, she suggested, "It's easier if you use the thumb and
forefinger of one hand, press into my back on either side of the fastener
and pinch two sides together." He tried the technique on the second hook.
By the time he got down to the fourth hook he understood how it worked. 
"With a little practice you can reach around from the front and pop a bra
open, literally, with a snap of your fingers.  We can practice that another
day if you think you'll ever encounter another set of brassier-encased
tits."

   Turning back to face him she slipped the shoulder straps onto her upper
arms and with a sweeping motion of her right hand bared her breasts inches
from Jake's face and dropped the bra onto the floor.  Jake started to reach
for one, stopped and looked up at her face, remembering her advice.

   Lesa closed her eyes, raised both arms and clasped her hands together
behind her head to reduce the sag and appear submissive.  As she stepped
even closer she felt Jake's right hand gently close on her left breast. 
She smiled as he continued to explore the texture and feel of both breasts
with both hands, and finally his mouth.

   When she felt his hands move down her sides to where her waist flared
into her slender hips, she stepped back a bit to give him room to work. 
Grabbing the waistband of her panties he began working them down over her
soft butt.  She heard him gasp as the top of her rusty brown bush appeared
over the descending waistband.  When the crotch of her panties caught on
the flare of her inner thighs, she opened her stance just enough to let
them pull free.

   Looking down over the slight bulge of her abdomen, she closed her stance
as the panties reached her knees.  When Jake let them drop to the floor,
she stepped out of them, moving each foot to the outside of the pooled
silk. This really opened her stance giving Jake free access to the most
intimate parts between her legs.

   Jake was moaning a bit has he lightly stroked her silk encased thighs.
Reaching around, he moved his hands above the silk, past the tops of her
thighs and onto her soft butt cheeks.  He pulled her forward with a tight
grip on her ass and lightly kissed all around her belly button, extracting
a moan from her.

   He moved his right hand around front and reached to cup her fur covered
sex, but before he touched it he groaned, "Oh, God!  I'm going to cum!"

   Lesa quickly dropped to her knees and engulfed his penis with her mouth.
She had barely touched it with her lips when he sent the first of six
strong blasts of semen into the roof of her mouth.  She gripped the base of
his cock with both hands and applied suction in an attempt to keep him
hard. She knew she was taking a risk of associating this encounter with his
previous failures, but she was confident that she could keep his erection
from faltering.

   He arched his butt off of the bed; supporting his upper body by pressing
both hands into the mattress next to his spasming hips.  He would have
pushed his penis through the roof of her mouth if she hadn't had such a
strong grip on it.

   As he calmed down she smiled up at him while slowly stoking his shaft,
staying clear of the incredibly sensitive crown.  "See, he's ready for
more." She was about to ask if he wanted her pussy or her ass, but thought
that image might send him out of control again.

   "Would you like me on the top, on the bottom, facing you, or with my
butt up in the air?" Even that image was enough to elicit a small spasm
that she picked up with the hand still gripping his shaft.  Looking down
she finally got a good look at his weapon, and weapon it was.  "Wow, this
beauty is close to eight inches long and nearly two inches across.  I'm
certainly going to know it when this little soldier starts rummaging around
in my belly." The penis in her hand jumped again.

   Jake twisted his torso to lay his head on the stack of pillows at the
head of the bed.  "Climb up here and lay on your back." It was almost a
whisper.  Lesa scrambled over Jake and rolled onto her back with her legs
opened as much as she could manage with his legs in the way.  Jake swung
his legs over her left thigh one at a time and knelt on the bed between her
splayed legs.

   He again reached for her crotch.  She detected the motion and tried to
relax.  The first contact was from the sides, a light brushing of the hair
covering her slit.  Her gasp and shiver were involuntary.  Jake snatched
his hand back and asked, "Did that hurt?"

   "No, it felt wonderful.  Don't stop.  Please don't stop.  I'll yell
'Ouch' if something you do hurts, okay?  Now where is that hand?"

   Jake used the second knuckle of his right index finger stroke her wet
labia from vagina to clitoris.  He was starting to get soft until he bent
down for a close look at her pulsing entrance and got more than a whiff of
her pheromones.  They galvanized his dick into a steel rod.

   He almost fell on top of her as he scrambled to line up his circumcised
crown with her entrance.  She was about to reach down to help when he
raised his torso with his left arm and slid forward.  He buried two inches
into her hot center with the first stroke.

   Jake was again worried that his clumsiness had hurt her when she moaned,
"Oh yeah, that's it.  Push it all in.  Fuck me, Jake.  Fuck me good." Jake
withdrew just enough to get his balance and lunged forward again burying a
good six inches of meat into her hot twat.  The sensations were far better
than anything he had ever imagined.  The motion of her breasts momentarily
mesmerized him as she squirmed and impaled herself further onto his shaft.
Jake shifted the weight of his upper body onto his elbows, found the
footboard with his toes, and began rotating his pelvis to drag his dick
back and forth across Lesa's blood engorged clit.

   He got into a rhythm using the bedsprings as a counterpoint.  He began
snapping his hips at the bottom of each stroke, slamming his pelvis into
hers, which trapped and crushed her little nub between the two.  Her grunts
morphed into screams as she reached the first peak she had experience since
her husband had died.

   She couldn't talk.  She gripped his thighs with her calves and his butt
cheeks with her fingernails to keep him from stopping the relentless attack
on her spasming crotch.  Her tunnel began to crush and release the welcomed
invader triggering an "Oh, GOD!" from Jake has he begun spraying her cervix
with his seed, sending Lesa even higher aboard the orgasm express.

   Jake collapsed onto her heaving torso gasping for breath.  As his penis
softened and began to shrink he rolled himself off of her onto his right
side, stroking her ribcage and undulating mammary flesh with his left hand.
Having cum oozing out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass to the
crisp sheets was a wonderful feeling that she had sorely missed.

   Still panting she turned to look at her young lover.  "I ...  didn't
expect ...  you to know ...  what you were ...  doing!  Wow! ...  That was
GREAT!"

   "Thanks," Jake responded.  "I had no idea!  Wow!  It can't always be
that good, can it?"

   "Wait until one of those tight athletic twats downstairs gets a grip on
this thing," Lesa said as she grasped his flaccid shaft with her left hand.
"The top of your head will come off when you bust a nut in one of them."
His penis began to twitch and grow as she gently manipulated it.  "Oh, no,
he wants more.  Sorry babe, I'm done." She swung her legs to the right and
rotated her torso left until her face was hovering over his groin.  She
lifted the wilted soldier with her hand and took the whole thing into her
mouth.  Jake sat bolt upright and froze, unable to move, hardly able to
breath.

   "Ah!" was all he could say as she swirled it around in her mouth with
her lips pressed into the hair at the base of his shaft until it grew too
long to fit.  She maneuvered his glans to the opening of her throat, gagged
a bit, and then swallowed.  "Gah!  Gah!  Gah!" was the only noise Jake
could make until she backed off the shaft and let it pop out of her mouth.

   "See, it's still hungry." She said, smiling sweetly.  "I'll bet it can
get fed again downstairs."

   "You ...  bitch!  That felt great, but wasn't at all nice.  I owe you a
serious tongue lashing which I'll give you tomorrow or maybe next week
depending upon just how soon I regain enough strength."

   He reached for her, but she slid off the far side of bed.  "Come on,
Casanova, you have more conquests to make before you rest.  Let's clean you
up, again." She came around the foot of the bed, took his hand and pulled
him to his feet.  Turning, she started leading him to the bath.  His eyes
were drawn to the jiggling butt cheeks framed by the garter, suspenders,
and hosiery.

   They only got halfway to the bathroom door when Jake tightened his grip
on her hand and dug in his heels, bringing them to a dead stop.  "Who put
you in charge all of a sudden?" He asked in a suddenly strong voice.

   Jake was a bit taller, but there wasn't ten pounds difference in their
mass.  Turning to face him she started, "Now Jake ..." but he pulled her
into a close embrace and kissed her full on the mouth.  The intensity and
passion of the kiss took her breath away.

   He swung them around and started backing her towards the bed.  When her
knees bumped against the mattress, he released her and she fell on her back
sprawled across the middle of the bed.  Jake dropped to the floor onto his
knees and put a hand on each of her knees.  "Scoot your butt to the edge of
the bed and teach me about girl parts," he commanded.

   Laughing and wriggling in a lewd display, she complied.  She began the
lesson by pointing at her mound.  "This is the mons." She spoke in a
distinctly pedantic tone and tried not to laugh, with only modest success.
"The padding of fat here acts as a shock absorber to protect a female's
pelvis from damage when a beastly male such as yourself is pounding her
relentlessly." Lifting her feet onto the mattress and spreading her knees
she continued.  "These are the outer labia.  They also provide some padding
and support the bulk of the pubic hair that protects the more sensitive
parts from dirt and debris." Spreading them with the first two fingers of
her left hand she ran her right forefinger along the thin inner lips. 
"These are the inner labia.  They're probably intended for protection of
the entrance, but they tend to cling to an invading dick and try to keep it
from escaping.  At the top of these labia is the clitoral hood." Pulling it
back with two fingers she exposed the soft bud that contained the bundle of
nerves underneath.  "This bit of soft tissue is the clitoris, it's ..." She
was galvanized when Jake leaned forward and sucked the mass into his mouth.

   "Ah!  Be careful with your teeth!  Gently, gently, you have to be very
nice to that spot or the vagina will close shop." She relaxed and began
sighing when he took the whole mons into his mouth and began gently
circling the clit with the tip of his tongue.

   He backed off enough to break contact with her skin, but not her pubic
hair.  It vibrated as he spoke and she could feel his warm breath as he
asked, "What's this part?" He asked as his fingertip traced the pudenda
from the clitoral hood to her weeping vagina.

   "That's, that's ...  I don't remember." She moaned as the fingertip
toyed with the sensitized entrance.  "Ah!" was all she could say as the
whole finger slowly slid into her slick channel.

   "The G-spot is in here somewhere, isn't it?" He looked up and was amused
by her flushed face.  She was his helpless victim, and he was feeling the
power of it to his core.

   She took the hand with the probing digit in both of hers, rotated it,
and managed to vocalize, "crook it just a bit ...  Ah!"

   "There it is," he chuckled.  Rising from his kneeling position just a
bit he removed his finger, lined up his cock, and slid it in all the way to
the root in one slow stroke.  Shifting his weight higher onto the bed he
said, "Now, teach me about tits."

   "You bastard," she groaned.  She could feel every beat of each of their
hearts in the throbbing juncture of penis and vagina.

   He leaned down and took as much of her left breast into his mouth as he
could, swirling his tongue on the crinkled areola surrounding the swollen
nipple.

   "Agh," was all she could say at first because he began barely rocking
his hips, grinding their groins together and stimulating her tunnel with
his slowly stroking shaft.  "You can be a lot rougher on those.  Even more
so with mature nipples that have nursed babies.  Young girls will not be
able to take near as much, Agh!" Her pussy pulsed as his teeth scrapped the
plump, raisin-like protrusion.

   Releasing the nipple, Jake stretched out onto her undulating frame. 
Sliding his hands down to grip her gyrating ass, he started really pounding
his length into a slick, pulsing tunnel that became his whole world for the
next few minutes.

   "Gah!" He shouted as he began spraying her cervix for the second time in
30 minutes.  He was trying to hold back, but the milking grip of the
spasming tunnel as she climaxed was just too much for his inexperienced
dick.  Actually, it would have been too much for any dick that was not
associated with a dead man.

   "You wonderful, wonderful man!  I'll be walking bowlegged for a week! 
The girls at the library are going to be merciless tomorrow when they see
me struggle to walk.  I may have to call in sick to avoid dying of
embarrassment."

   Jake struggled upright and stroked Lesa's abdomen.  It was flat as she
lay on her back, but the skin was bumpy.  "Stretch marks," Lesa explained,
"it happens to most women who have big babies."

   "Actually, I was thinking about how flat it is.  You're in really great
shape.  Very trim, the only thing that jiggles are your tits.  I can see
your ribs.  There's no flab anywhere." Jake was giving her a close
inspection as his penis continued to shrink.  When it popped out of her
tight entrance he stood up.  "Roll over and show me the other side."

   She objected, but complied.  "Don't look at my fat, ugly butt."

   He smacked it lightly, "It's neither fat nor ugly.  It hardly ripples
when I hit it." He smacked it again and watched the small shock wave
disappear into her butt crack.  Rubbing her right cheek in small circles he
asked, "Up on your knees so I can get a good look."

   "Aw Jake, please?" she pled.

   "Anything I want, remember?  Come on, you have a gorgeous ass.  It
easily competes with the ones I was judging earlier this evening." It was
just the right mix of admonishment and complement.  Lesa struggled up onto
her knees as Jake stroked a cheek with each hand.

   "There are nicer ones waiting for you downstairs," Lesa suggested in the
hope of drawing more compliments from Jake.

   "I'm sure they're only as nice; not nicer." Jake traced a small circle
around her coccyx and then traced the valley that separated the twin moons.
She squirmed a bit when his finger approached her anus and shuddered as his
fingertip began stroking the puckered tissue that he found there in a tight
circle.  Her anus was coated in the juices that had leaked from her vagina;
so his finger easily popped through her sphincter when he applied a little
pressure.  "I'll bet this is a fun spot that I can explore another day. 
From the story that Leslie told us earlier this evening I suspect it would
like the attention.  It's offering only token resistance to my finger." As
Lesa squirmed under Jake's gentle massage, he dragged his thumb across the
opening just below were his finger was disappearing.  Lesa gasped and
pushed back against his hand, and Jake let his thumb sink into her other
clasping tunnel.

   "I can feel each of my fingers from the other one.  The two tunnels are
not very far apart once you get past the entrances." Jake was slowly
sliding the two digits around each other through the thin membrane.

   "Anal play can be a lot of fun, but you have to be very careful.  The
rectal tissue tears real easily, and if any of the microorganisms that
thrive in the rectum get into the vagina they can cause a real nasty
infection.  You need to always move from the vagina to the rectum, never
from the rectum to the vagina.  Oh, that feels nice, Jake.  Nasty, but
very, very nice." Lesa knew that no matter who else offered themselves to
him, Jake would be back for her ass if nothing else.

   Jake leaned down and planted little kisses and bites on Lesa's left butt
cheek as his right hand continued the light stimulation.  "I really like
your ass.  I should mark my place and start here next time." Lesa sighed
and relaxed when Jake removed the probing digits and backed off enough for
her to put her feet onto the floor.

   "Next time?" Lesa baited her hook.  "You may not be so interested in me
tomorrow."

   "Stop that!" Jake ordered.  "Right now I have no interest in sex with
anyone else.  Wait a minute; are you trying to push me away?  Was this just
a one-time thing for us?  This was my first time, I'm sure I'll get better
for you.  Please, give me another chance." Jake's insecurities were
resurrecting their ugly heads.

   "You were fantastic this time!  I'm not sure I can cope when you get
better.  But, why would you want to spend time with an old woman like me?"
Lesa's mask of self-confidence appeared to be slipping.  She knew she was
playing a dangerous game.

   "I don't think I'll feel any differently about us in the cold light of
morning.  Let's not allow our insecurities to run wild, okay?" Jake was
suddenly the levelheaded adult.  It was out of character for him, and it
felt strange.

   Jake helped Lesa to her feet with his left hand, keeping the right hand
out of her line of sight.  They shared a gentle, lingering kiss.  This time
Jake was leading Lesa to the bathroom.  "I can't believe we've done it
twice and you're not naked, yet."

   Laughing, she swatted his arm, "That's because you are an impetuous
brat." After she entered the bathroom she removed her garter belt and
stockings before stepping into the warm shower with her young lover.

   There was a bit of rubbing and groping in the shower as they cleaned
each other, but Jake got no more that a semi from the contact.  After
toweling off, Jake got into his damp clothes and Lesa slipped a satin robe
over her naked frame.

   Jake put his things back into his pockets before following Lesa back
downstairs.  They were each lost in their own thoughts.