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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright (c) 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: oral mF 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 12: Sara Changes Her Mind, A Lot

   Lesa was awakened by the soft light of morning before either of her
bedmates.  She lay there for a moment listened to the sounds of gentle
breathing coming from Leslie, and the less than gentle snoring from her
closest bedmate.

   Moving slowly to avoid waking him, Lesa maneuvered herself down Jake's
torso until she could take his morning erection into her mouth.  His
snoring stopped as soon as she closed her lips over his shaft and began
drawing them up the shaft to the flare of his glans.  On her third trip
down the shaft she heard, "That feels fabulous, and I hate to interrupt
you, but I have to pee something awful.  Please let me up before I fatally
embarrass myself."

   Lesa drew her tight lips over the tip and released it with a sucking
pop. "Just hurry back," she admonished as she made room for Jake to roll
out of the bed.

   The motion induced into the mattress by the two bodies shuffling around
woke Leslie.  "Good morning," she said through sleepy eyes.  "Does everyone
feel as free and alive as me this morning?"

   "Good morning," Jake said leaning around the bathroom door before
retreating behind it.

   "Good morning, Leslie." Lesa echoed.  "You sound chipper.  I was
concerned that I shocked your sensibilities beyond recovery last night."

   "It would not have been pretty if I had I awaked alone in bed this
morning.  However, since neither of you abandoned me for being such a nasty
slut, I thought I would make the best of being a nasty slut for the two of
you." Leslie replied, not totally joking.

   "You're a long way from being a nasty slut, Leslie.  You're not the one
who was butt-fucked unconscious," Lesa observed.

   "If there's a nasty slut in here, I hope she sticks around," Jake
remarked as he returned to the bed and stretched out on top of Leslie. 
They easily felt each other's heat through the thin sheet that separated
them.

   "I need to brush my teeth before giving you a proper kiss, Jake." Leslie
explained why she was turning her head to avoid Jake's questing lips.

   "Whoops, I'm sure that goes double for me," Jake remarked as he rolled
off Leslie and resumed his position between the two women.

   There was a knock on the bedroom door.  The door swung open as Sara
Johnson asked, "What's going on in here?  I expected to find Jake and
Leslie in the guest room.  Did I miss the orgy?"

   "Pretty much," Leslie replied.  "I think Jake is looking for a rematch,
but Lesa and I haven't recovered.  Ditch your T-shirt and climb in."

   Sara pulled the oversize garment over her head and climbed over the foot
of the bed wearing a pair of white crew socks and a big smile.

   "You guys are going to kill me!" Jake croaked, but his eyes were locked
on the jiggling jugs swaying toward him as Sara closed the gap on her hands
and knees.  Jake almost fell into the feral eyes that wrested his attention
from the swaying pink-tipped breasts.

   Sara appeared to be more heavily muscled than Leslie.  Where Leslie had
to protect her delicate white skin from the Sun, Sara had a rich tan from
hours of worshiping the Sun totally nude.

   Sara maintained eye contact with Jake as her mouth closed over half of
Jake's shaft.  His head snapped back and his eyes opened impossibly wide.
It was almost as though he was being electrocuted when Sara applied
suction, circled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger tightly
enough to hold him down, and slid her mouth up and off the tip.  Reversing
direction, she absorbed his entire length, swallowing the head into her
throat and sinking down until her nose was in the thick patch of dark pubic
hair above the base of this shaft.

   "Gah!" was all Jake could articulate with his wiring was short-circuited
by the intense sensations generated by Sara's talented mouth and throat.

   "Holy shit!" Leslie whispered.  "She's doing the 'deep throat' thing.  I
didn't think it was possible with someone Jake's size.  That's SO HOT!"

   "You and I should let Sara have her turn, Leslie." Lesa suggested, "How
about helping me fix breakfast for everyone?"

   "Sure," Leslie headed for the door, watching the rutting pair as long as
possible.  Lesa had reached for a robe, but shrugged and followed the naked
girl out of the room, equally naked.

   Jake finally got Sara's attention by beating on her shoulder with his
fist.  "Sixty-nine" was all he could articulate.

   Sara backed off just far enough and for no longer than was necessary for
the two of them to rotate ninety degrees in opposite directions.  This had
the pair lying across the large bed, addressing each other face to crotch.

   For the second time in twelve hours Jake was treated to a breathtaking
example of womanhood.  Sara was very different, but every bit as beautiful
as Leslie.  The smooth, golden brown skin was exposed to a degree never
intended for mortal eyes.  With the heels of his hands on the points of the
pelvic bones that framed her flat abdomen, Jake lifted and guided her
crotch to his mouth and began worshiping with his tongue what his eyes had
been worshiping moments before.

   Sara moaned her pleasure under all the attention, and again took the
full measure of Jake's shaft; not stopping the downward motion until her
chin was pressed into his abdomen and her nose into his scrotum.

   As much as Jake loved the attention, he knew he couldn't hold out long,
and if he lost it in her mouth, he didn't think he could possibly have
enough left to do her pussy justice, and he suddenly wanted nothing more
that to give that drooling pussy all the justice he could muster.

   "I want it," Jake mumbled.  "I want it, BAD!"

   Rolling off of him and onto her back Sara assured him, "It's yours,
Jake. Take as much as you want." She lifted her knees as Jake rolled on top
and struggled up to align his dick with her tunnel.

   He was about the give up when the head popped through the tight ring of
muscles at the entrance and sank a couple of inches into her hot, moist,
and silken vagina.  God, she was tight!  Her pussy was even tighter than
Lesa's ass.

   "Amazing," Jake voiced his admiration to Sara.  "I can't believe how
incredibly tight you are.  I did get into the right hole, didn't I?"

   "Don't make me laugh.  Your big dick will tear me apart if I start
laughing.  You're huge!  And you're so gentle, maybe too gentle.  You
better start ramming and jamming or you'll never get it in before I dry
out." The concern in her voice got Jake's attention.

   "Doesn't it hurt when it gets dry?" It was not only the concern in
Sara's voice that worried him.  The dryness was starting to chafe his
tender glans.  Suddenly he remembered the lubricant Lesa handed him last
night.  Where had he put it?  "Hold on a second." He told her.

   Jake pulled out and stretched across the bed to the nightstand.  "Don't
stop!" Sara was almost frantic.

   "Give me a second.  I want to try something that Lesa gave me last
night. Roll onto your knees and put the fabulous ass of yours up in the
air." Sara was apprehensive, but the confidence projected by Jake's
commanding voice overrode her hesitation.  She pushed her butt high in the
air in Jake's direction.

   Air hissed into Sara's lungs as she sucked in a deep breath through
clenched teeth when Jake's lubricant coated finger eased its way into her
tight channel.  "Ooh, that's a bit cold ... Ah, but it feels nice.  What
are you doing back there?" Sara twisted to look at Jake.

   Jake moved behind her and stroked his shaft with his lubricated fingers
and started to line up, but Sara pulled away.  "Not this way.  I'm starting
to feel embarrassed with my ass in the air like this.  I thought you'd be
nice to me."

   "I ..." Jake was confused; "I thought it would be more comfortable for
you.  I didn't mean to humiliate you.  I'm really sorry." Jake was losing
his erection.  "If you don't want to have sex, maybe we can just cuddle
until you feel like going down to breakfast."

   Sara sat up.  "It's not you, it's me." She stroked his cheek and kissed
him lightly on the lips.  She sat back for a moment; then bore in again
crushing herself against his bare chest and tried to get control of her
breathing.

   Jake's experience with emotional women was almost nonexistent.  Even so,
referencing his recent encounter with Leslie he knew she was on the verge
of tears.  He tried to discretely dispose of the lubricant on his fingers
while returning her embrace with his free arm.  "It's okay, Sara.  We won't
do anything you don't want to do.  Everything's okay."

   "No, it's not okay." Sara replied as she fell backwards and pulled Jake
down onto her chest.  She reached between them and was surprised.  "You're
getting soft!  Don't I turn you on?"

   'Why do women have to be so complicated?' Jake asked himself silently.
His brain was whirling fast enough to give him vertigo.  "I thought ...
didn't you just say you didn't want to?"

   "No, silly, I said 'not that way' goofball." She began stroking him
lightly.  "Ooh, you're dick is really slick.  If I ... yeah, that's it. 
Let's try this again." Her stroking had drawn some blood back into Jake's
lance.  She positioned him at her entrance and wiggled until Jake began
pushing into her.

   Jake didn't trust putting his body on automatic and did his best to push
his confusion aside.  There was no chafing this time, but she was still
incredibly tight.  It took almost a minute for him to work his entire
length into his panting and groaning partner.

   Instinct took over when Sara began to undulate and clasp him with her
well-developed muscles, both inside and out.  Jake groaned, "Oh yeah, Sara.
That feels great.  Keep doing ... THAT!"

   Excess lubricant was leaking past the fleshy plug working its way in and
out of Sara's vagina.  She was starting to lubricate on her own as Jake's
big shaft stimulated the full length of her channel, and his body slammed
into hers.  "Ungh, Ungh, Ungh" she grunted every time he bottomed out.

   "I can't hold back, sorry." Jake apologized just before a final, deep
thrust triggered his ejaculation into Sara's depths.

   "It's ... Oh, oh, oh!" She started spasming every time Jake twitched and
tried to drive himself deeper into her center.  One of his little thrusts
struck a sympathetic nerve and Sara crested the wave.  "Oh God!  Oh God! 
Oh God!" She chanted rapidly; then went limp.

   Jake had just enough presence of mind to roll his crushing weight off of
his slender lover, but it registered out of the blue that she was just a
bit shorter than Lesa.  'Where did that stray thought come from,' he
wondered to himself.

   Rousing before Jake, Sara tapped his shoulder and said, "Let's clean up
a bit and head downstairs before they send a search party for us."

   As they emerged from the bathroom there was a light knock at the door,
"Mom?" Sara Crews called through the closed door.

   Sara Johnson opened the door and told her, "You're mom's downstairs with
Leslie making breakfast.  How about you and I get Samantha and Franklin out
of bed and head downstairs?"