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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: mF mMF oral 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 19: The Community Expands

   Janet, Misty, Leslie and Ralph had reluctantly headed back to campus
shortly after Julie Ann's sally from across the street had failed to net
her anything useful at Lesa's.  Jake and Sara Jay were concerned that they
had put Lesa off with their antics that morning by including Sarita.  Lesa
was able to convince them that all was well with their relationship by
delivering some passionate kisses and intimate caresses.  Leslie wanted to
check in with Tiffany and maybe follow-up with Marvin and Sasha to make
sure they were okay with how things had shaken out.

   Toby called mid-morning breaking up the huddle Lesa had gotten into with
Jake, Sara Jay and Sarita while the two youngsters romped in the backyard
playground.  Jake was mortified and ashamed of himself for his behavior
with Lesa's daughter, which hurt Sarita's feelings.  It was a minefield for
the inexperienced sixteen-year-old.  He may have the intellect and
education of a college senior, but he still had the hormones and emotional
instability of a confused teenager.  Once the two Crews females accepted
this, they were able to get out of the emotional marsh and into the
relationship jungle.  Jake finally realized he was in a no-win zone as long
as both of them were present.

   Lesa had passed the phone to Sara Jay who asked Toby to call Leslie and
try to meet with Tiffany.  Tiffany didn't know Toby and didn't want to
arrive at the party in Boston with a dork following her around.  Tiffany
was certain that Misty and Janet would be enough of an embarrassment.

   While Sara Jay was on the phone, and under the Lesa's watchful eye, Jake
put an arm around Sarita shoulder and attempted sweet reason one more time,
"You know I want to, probably as much as you, maybe even more.  Even if we
put the age thing aside, take a look at your mom, Leslie and Sara Jay over
there.  They're all physically larger than you.  I'm a bit larger than
average and you're a bit smaller.  Sara Jay can barely deal with my size.
If she were even an itty-bitty bit smaller, I wouldn't be able to have sex
with her without hurting her, and she's nowhere near being a virgin."

   Sarita stopped herself from whining, she suddenly realized that behaving
like a child wouldn't benefit her case, "Okay, maybe we can't go all the
way, but we can do what we did this morning, can't we?  I really enjoyed
making you cum, and I'm sure I can get used to the taste.  What you did to
my cunny with your mouth was, oh my God!  I had no idea that anything could
feel so good!"

   Lesa flashed Jake a scowl and did her best to soften her features before
taking Sarita's hands, "That's the problem sweetheart.  It feels so
wonderfully good to both of you that you stop thinking.  It would be all
too easy for you to flip around, drop yourself onto Jake's big dick, and be
seriously injured.  If your vagina gets torn, it can prevent you from ever
having a satisfying sex life.  The scar would be hard, dry and scratchy
making sex very uncomfortable.  My episiotomy scar can get in the way, and
it's tiny and soft compared to a jagged vaginal tear."

   Jake decided to make one last try before giving up, "Sarita, I was
exposed to sex a couple of years ago, but didn't go all the way until five
days ago.  I'm not saying that you'll have to wait three more years until
you're sixteen, but you should wait until your body has a chance to
complete the transition from girl to woman.  Your mom may kill me, but I
promise that when you're a hundred percent woman, I'll be your hundred
percent man if you still want me, okay?"

   Lesa rolled her eyes, but knew that all she could hope for was stalling
Sarita.  Sarita had her cap set for Jake, and that was just the way it
would be unless some really striking boy came along and slid home under
everyone's noses.

   Sara Jay sat down with her two cents worth, "I don't mind helping you
get off when you get really horny.  I know how frustrating it is.  But you
really should wait to go all the way.  Cynthia was torn really badly when
she was about your age, and her boyfriend complains that her pussy is like
fucking a washboard.  He usually fucks her in the ass."

   Sarita wrinkled her nose at that idea.

   Fortunately the conversation was winding down because Consuela and Maria
had arrived.  Lesa looked up, "Oh my, look at the time.  We should have
started lunch thirty minutes ago." Lesa asked Sarita, "Can you peel some
potatoes for me?"

   Sarita just nodded and slid her chair back from the table to make her
way to the sink.

   Lesa got up and met Consuela at the door, "Hola, I'm so glad you could
come.  Please come in and sit down while I make us a shrimp salad for
lunch."

   Maria said, "Please don't bother with anything fancy.  Maybe we can just
make some sandwiches from last night's leftovers?"

   Sarita looked at her mother, and when she got a nod from her she turned
and put away the bowl and peeler she had retrieved.

   The kids came in when lunch was ready and the eight of them sat at the
kitchen table to eat.  The conversation got around to the change in
fashions, especially women's fashion since the airing of the "Average Joes"
series.  Maria giggled, but Consuela was scandalized; then blushed when she
remembered walking into this very kitchen full of naked people.

   Sara Jay remarked, "I notice that you still wear a rather traditional
scoop top and long skirt, Maria.  Are you not interested in getting the
attention of a sponsor?"

   Maria sighed, "I wouldn't be picked up as a concubine; so, I keep Mama
happy by wearing this silly costume."

   Lesa asked, "Why wouldn't you be selected, Maria.  Why wouldn't you want
to go?"

   "I can't leave Mama.  I have three brothers and sisters who still live
with us.  Mama wouldn't let me work until I finished school, and it's been
very hard for her since Papa left three years ago." Maria was being
evasive, which Lesa recognized as out of character for the normally
bright-eyed girl.

   Lesa addressed Consuela, "I didn't know that Miguel had left, I'm so
sorry that I've been so insensitive.  It must have been very difficult
raising four children all alone."

   Consuela responded with downcast eyes, "There has been some help from my
family."

   Maria sneered, "My Uncle Rafael is a pig.  The help he offers must be
paid for in his bed.  He has had his eyes on me for years, but Mama has
managed to shield me."

   Jake was incredulous, "You mean he ..." and was clearly too embarrassed
and enraged to continue.

   Maria nodded, "And he is neither nice nor discrete about it.  He
requires Mama to do all kinds of degrading things.  I hate him!  Sex should
be fun, something freely given, not taken in trade."

   Sara Jay asked, "Do both of you dislike sex?"

   Maria replied, "I like sex, I just ..." then stopped her words with her
hand on her mouth.

   Consuela's eyes got big, "Maria!  You have given yourself to someone?  I
do not want you to be puta like me."

   Maria looked around the table clearly embarrassed, "No Mama, my hymen
remains whole.  But, I do mess around with boys and allow them to mess
around with everything but that.  I've come close.  If Bobby's zipper
hadn't jammed, it would be gone.  But so far, I've satisfied my suitors in
other ways."

   Sara Jay giggled into her hand.  Sarita's eyes got big.

   Lesa looked at Sarita, "See Sarita?  What did I tell you about getting
carried away while messing around with boys?"

   Consuela nodded, "You like it too much and become ugly puta, like me."

   Jake looked up, "I don't think you're ugly.  In fact, you have the same
classic features as your beautiful daughter.  Just look at her, she could
be a model with that hair, those deep, penetrating eyes, and soft features.
She has a classic figure, and she should hope to look as good as you after
giving birth to four babies."

   Mother and daughter both blushed at the list of compliments.  Sara Jay
squeezed his left arm and Lesa his right for saying such nice things about
them both.

   Consuela looked at Jake, "You are very nice boy, perhaps you like my
Maria, but you would not want me if you can have her, no?"

   Jake gave her his 'little boy' smile, "Maybe I would like both of you.
If I were your sponsor, I just might want both of you.  Would that be okay?
Could you have sex with me if I was also having sex with Maria?"

   Consuela gasped, "Oh, Dios.  That would be ..., no.  No, I cannot do it
with Maria, or even in front of Maria, no.  Dios, no!"

   Maria was smiling at her mother's distress, "Don't worry Mama.  You
should get yourself picked up.  I'll be fine.  I'll just miss you if we
were separated, and we cannot be together because I'll never be selected."

   Lesa asked, "You keep saying that no one would pick you up.  You're a
beautiful girl, why would you not be selected by a sponsor?"

   Maria looked at her hands, "My CAP score is too high.  I don't want to
fight; so, I won't be going."

   Jake, Sara Jay and Lesa look at each other and begin laughing
uncontrollably.  Even Sarita is shaking her head and laughing.

   Maria is perplexed, "Why is this funny?"

   Jake answered, "Maybe you can be useful in ways other than combat.  I
don't want to fight either.  I have an eight-point-seven CAP score.  How
high is yours?"

   Maria was clearly amazed, "Mine is just a six-point-six, Jake.  They
won't want me for anything but fighting."

   Lesa spoke up, "We don't know that.  There is some kind of Civil Service
Corps, and I'm sure that even fighting units require logistical support
that can't be done by concubines or AI's.  You truly surprise me, child."

   Consuela put it together as she looked from Sara Jay to Lesa and back
again.  "Then both of you lay with this young boy?  I should be
scandalized. But, I think I am jealous."

   Sara Jay told Consuela, "Tell your nasty brother-in-law to drop dead. 
If you need the services of a gentleman, Lesa and I will loan Jake to you
for a night.  He's becoming a truly great lover.  Take him for a test drive
if you don't believe me."

   Consuela gasped, "Oh, oh, you cannot be serious."

   Lesa looked her straight in the eye, "Actually, she is.  You can try him
out right now if you like.  Here in the kitchen on one of those stools, or
upstairs in one of the bedrooms."

   Maria began laughing, "Crazy gringos!  I love all of you!"

   Everyone agreed to let it ride just by not pursuing anything further at
the moment.

   Sara Jay squeezed Maria's butt when she hugged her goodbye, "Ooh, Jake,
I'll bet you'd love to tap this.  Too bad she's out of your league."

   Maria sputtered, "Crazy gringa."

   Jake looked at Lesa and Sara Jay, "All that talk has me feeling randy.
Anyone want to help me out?"

   Lesa said, "I'm pretty tired, Jake.  I didn't get much sleep last
night."

   Jake looked at Sara Jay.  "You got me real good this morning, maybe
tonight?"

   Jake started to look toward the table where Sarita was sitting and Lesa
grabbed his arm, "No you don't, come with me." She disappeared through the
doorway with Jake in tow.

   Frankie asked, "What's going on?"

   Sara Jay responded, "Who wants ice cream?"

   Frankie and Sammy both said, "Me!"

   Upstairs Lesa began undressing, "You're a right bastard threatening to
offer Sarita a poke."

   Jake grabbed her and hugged her to him, "You're the only Crews woman I
want to poke."

   "Liar," Lesa responded with a grin as she pulled down the covers and
jumped onto the bed backwards making her breasts jiggle randomly.

   Jake climbed onto the bed and began kissing his way up Lesa's thigh
making her moan softly.  When he reached the juncture he exclaimed, "You're
soaking wet!  All that talk has you just as horny as I am!"

   With no further preparation needed, Jake hooked Lesa's knees with his
forearms, climbed into the saddle, and began a ride to remember.  Lesa
really was hot, and not just from the rowdy lunch conversation.  She really
missed being dominated by a strong man and her imagination allowed Jake to
be the strong man of her dreams as he pounded his big dick into her
yielding tunnel.  When they were both exhausted, Jake gave her a big kiss
and showered before dressing.

   Jake said goodbye to Sarita, Frankie and Sammy before escorting Sara Jay
to his car where he smiled in appreciation when she deliberately flashed
her trim beaver at him as he handed her into the passenger seat.

   Jake ignored Sara Jay's protests and escorted her all the way to her
dorm room.  They found Leslie and Tiffany Wallace in the room laying out
the ground rules for the weekend trip to Boston.  They had made hotel
reservations just in case they didn't get lucky, and reserved two rental
cars.  Toby greeted the new arrivals; he was just functioning as an
observer in this stage of the planning.  Tiffany was vacillating between
going as Toby's date and trying her luck with finding some bigger fish at
the party.

   Toby was amused rather than offended by the striking black girl's
attitude.  It was as though he wasn't in the room, or he just didn't
matter. After all, he was 'Plan B'.  She would take him to the hotel if
nothing else presented itself.  Tiffany had the small breasts and slender
frame of a runway model.  Her chiseled features, flawless dark
chocolate-colored skin and dazzling white teeth added to that image.  Her
attitude came from a combination of her knowing that she looked hot, and
her daddy's fat checkbook.

   When the arrangements were finalized, Toby and Tiffany bid everyone a
good afternoon and headed off in different directions.  Jake called Ralph
and arranged to meet him, Janet and Misty at Starbucks in thirty minutes to
relate the details of the weekend trip and to fill them in on developments
at Lesa's.  Marvin and Sasha were also available and the three groups
merged in the parking lot at three-thirty Sunday afternoon.

   Sara Jay and Leslie were walking ahead of Jake who had been delayed
getting his backpack out of the trunk.  Marvin had just turned into the
parking lot as Jake caught up with Sara Jay and Leslie at patio steps. 
Ralph had Janet on his right arm and Misty on his left as he stepped onto
the sidewalk from the parking lot.

   Jake turned when he hard a guy yell, "Defend Earth from Earth first!"
Then he plunged a knife into Ralph's chest.  Misty screamed and caught
Ralph as he fell back onto the asphalt of the parking lot.  Janet saw Ralph
fall into Misty's arms.  She turned and charged into the assailant, pinning
his arms in a bear hug.  Jake placed his backpack on the ground, flipped it
open, and hesitated for a moment to choose his largest weapon, and ran over
to the struggling pair holding his notebook computer in both hands.  Jake
began smashing the hinged edge of the notebook into the guy's ear and face
as Janet held him as steady as she could.

   Marvin arrived in time to take the shattered notebook from Jake before
he dealt a fatal blow.  He then pulled Janet off of the unconscious
attacker and basically guarded him while Misty and Leslie attended to
Ralph. Sara Jay was on her cell phone summoning both medical and police
assistance.  Sasha was frozen at the open passenger door of Marvin's car.

   Statements to the police were hampered by the arrival of two ambulances
that took Ralph, and one Samuel Walker to separate hospitals, more for
Samuel's protection than medical necessity.

   Walker had used a six-inch Gerber boot knife, which is a lethal weapon
perfectly capable of piercing both the heart and aorta in a single thrust
when wielded by someone with minimal training.  This was clearly not the
case in this attack.  Walker had thrust with his thumb on one of the small
stubs of a guard that kept your hand from slipping off the grip and onto
the blade.  It was a reasonable grip that put maximum force into a thrust,
but he had his thumb on top as he thrust.  The double-edged blade was just
too wide to fit between two ribs that way.  Had his wrist been rotated
ninety degrees the blade would have sunk to the hilt putting the whole six
inches into Ralph's left lung.  Yes, lung.  The idiot didn't even know
where a human's heart was located.

   So, instead of being instantly fatal, Ralph was just in a great deal of
pain from the two nicked ribs and the inch of steel that had pieced his
chest cavity.  His lung was only partially collapsed because Leslie had
quickly pressed a piece of plastic over the sucking wound stopping air from
entering Ralph's chest.  He was out of the hospital in two days with three
stitches that were going to give him a sexy scar below his nipple.

   Jake had been taken into custody at the hospital and was to be held
until Walker died or was taken off the critical list.  But the sheriff was
not prepared for the shit-storm that hit his office Monday morning.  Jake
left the jail with Lesa before the sheriff had his morning coffee.

   Walker was unconscious for almost a week from the concussion that
resulted from Jake's savage assault.  Ralph was reluctant to press charges
when he learned that Mrs.  Walker had presented herself at a pickup the
previous week and had been selected.  She and the three Walker children
were gone.  With a sexy woman on each arm, Walker assumed Ralph was a
Confederacy volunteer and vented his rage and frustration in an ill-advised
assault.

   Ralph had more female attention all week than mortal man is usually
equipped to endure, but he rose to the challenge.  Unfortunately all of it
was platonic until Friday.  Janet didn't want him to exert himself and
possibly pop a stitch.  Her fearless attack on Walker gave her threats
enough credibility to not be challenged.

   On Friday evening, Jake, Ralph and Leslie went up to Leslie's dorm room
to double-check the copy of the MIT dossier on Leslie and Sara Jay's
computers.  Leslie had not given up her fantasy of being the center of a
Jake and Ralph sandwich, and she was determined to fulfill that fantasy
before dying in a plane crash.

   She was wearing a pair of ballet dancer's warm-up legging to keep from
freezing in the fall weather.  The woolen knit tubes went from her ankle to
the hem of the tight miniskirt that covered her otherwise naked butt.  The
narrow band of white skin between the skirt and leggings was driving both
Jake and Ralph crazy as she climbed the stairs ahead of them.  The bulky
material on her legs made her butt looked even smaller and tighter than it
was.

   The long sleeve bolo jacket was another fashion anomaly.  It kept the
arms and ribcage warm, but enhanced the display of cleavage and left the
waist and belly totally bare.  Hide-and-peek garments like this can often
be more seductive than total nudity.

   There was good reason to believe she was aware of the effect she was
having on her two male companions.  After dropping her bag inside her room,
she turned and passionately kissed Ralph and Jake in turn.

   She had a hand massaging each of their boners through the crotch of
their jeans when she asked, "Would anyone care to give me a really nice
goodbye before I head off for two days?"

   The guys were out of their jeans in world record time, but asked Leslie
to just remove the miniskirt and top.  She was a bit puzzled by request to
leave the warm-ups on her legs, but complied and asked, "How do we do this?
I'm not sure I can put away either of you in my backdoor.  And you guys are
even big enough to challenge my oral skills."

   The three of them merged in the small open space in the center of the
room and began some mutual exploring.  There was a lot of squirming,
stroking, and kissing with Leslie as the center of attention.  When she was
about to collapse, she asked Ralph to sit on a couple of pillows against
the headboard of her bed.  She crawled onto the bed and braced herself with
her forearms on Ralph's thighs and began laving his cock.

   Jake gave her a minute to get settled; then climbed onto the bed behind
her upturned ass and began worshiping it with his hands and mouth.  He got
on his knees and lined up with her incredibly wet channel.  He was sliding
home, and none of the three heard the key turn in the door over Jake and
Ralph's groans.

   Sara Jay was too busy talking with the man standing behind her to notice
what was going on inside the room as she stepped through the door.  She was
telling him, "Leslie should be here.  Come on in."

   Looking over Sara's shoulder, the man exclaimed, "What the hell?" He
then pushed past Sara Jay and into the room.

   Three heads on the bed turned as one.  It took a moment for Leslie's
eyes to focus, "Daddy?"

   The reverent duet of, "Oh shit," was comical.  If the girl on the bed
hadn't been his daughter, Timothy 'Red' Owens would have been the first to
laugh.

   Leslie swung her legs off the side of the bed, "What are you doing here,
Daddy?"

   Scowling, the solidly built man answered, "I'd sound like a moron if I
asked what you were doing.  Your mom called and told me you haven't been
answering your phone or returning her messages.  She asked me to drive over
and check on you.  Are you going to introduce me to your ... whatever they
are?"

   "These are my friends Ralph Peterman and Jake Caulfield.  Guys, this is
my dad, Timothy Owens, but everyone calls him Red"

   Ralph and Jake would have felt vulnerable even if they weren't naked.

   Red was not impressed, "Friends, huh.  Would you two please put some
pants on?"

   Leslie danced around the bed and approached her father, "Can I get a
hug?"

   "Not until you put some clothes on, too!"

   Leslie stamped a bare foot, "Oh daddy, you're being silly."

   Red gave her his best scowl, "Clothes, now!"

   Leslie turned with ill grace and put on a thin robe, "Now can I get a
hug?"

   Chuckling, Red remarked, "You're really pushing me.  You always did
enjoy rattling my cage."

   Holding his daughter, Red asked, "Your mother was telling me about a
party in Boston that you're going to flying to tomorrow.  Are you going
with these boneheads?"

   Leslie backed off and chucked, "Give it a rest daddy.  No, I'm going
with four other girls and one guy, Toby O'Malley."

   Red rubbed his chin, "Does O'Malley know about these guys?  Or is this
some kind of lesbo party?  That would at least explain why you'd be gorging
on dick."

   Leslie backhanded her dad in the stomach hard enough to elicit a deep
"Oof" from him.  "Be nice.  If you must know, Jake is the only one I'm
really serious about.  The party is being hosted by a sorority, but I'll be
there mostly on business, looking for people that Jake is interested in
knowing about."

   Red clearly didn't like the sound of that, "Are you pimping her to pump
people for dirt you can use?"

   Jake did his best to not be intimidated, "Absolutely not.  At this point
Leslie is a free agent and has sex with whomever she chooses.  I'm
collaborating on thesis papers with Toby and Janet Olson, who is also going
tomorrow, and we're looking for the most promising topics.  Before you ask,
I'm not going because my appearance and social skills wouldn't allow me to
blend in at such a function.  I'm only sixteen."

   "What," Red bellowed turning to Leslie, "you're up here banging a
sixteen-year-old, what's with that?"

   Jake responded for Leslie, "I graduate next spring.  Leslie, some other
friends, and I have plans for the future and we need the support of others
for our plans to succeed."

   Leslie pulled Red's chin forcing him to look at her, "Daddy, Jake is
going to emigrate with a group of Confederacy volunteers and I'll be going
as one of his companions."

   Red's shoulders slumped visibly, "That means I'll never see you again,
right?  Can't say I like that idea, but I guess it beats hanging around
here and getting eaten by them alien dickheads."

   Red turned to Jake, "Are you really going to pull this off, or are you
just jerkin' Leslie's chain to get a little nookie?"

   Jake almost laughed, "Right to the point.  I like that.  By hook or
crook, she comes with me."

   Red looked around, "Anybody else hungry, I saw an Outback not far from
here, my treat?"

   With general agreement, Red offered to wait in the lobby while everyone
changed into presentable clothing.

   Ralph was laughing when he was sure Red was out of earshot, "It wouldn't
have been pretty if your dad had gotten angry.  He could have broken Jake
and me in half."

   Jake noted, "What are you talking about?  He could have broken a
Volkswagen in half and gutted it with his bare hands.  Did you see the size
of those paws?"

   Leslie flipped her hand, "Don't be silly.  Daddy's a pussycat."

   Jake rejoined, "Pussycats like him are known as lions, baby.  And lions
can eat guys like Ralph and me for breakfast and walk away still hungry. 
By the way, what does he do for a living?"

   "He unloads ships."

   Ralph laughed, "Bare handed?"

   Leslie responded by putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Ralph.

   When everyone was in street clothes, they went downstairs to join Red
and Sara Jay.