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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 MFF 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 21: Family Group Dynamics

   As Gloria merged into traffic on the Interstate and headed south toward
Atlanta from the Marietta airport, Susan leaned forward from her seat
behind him and ruffled Toby's sandy brown hair, "What was all the giggling
and laughing at the airport, lover.  Were you and Tiffany naughty?"

   Tiffany had expected Toby to ride in the back with her, and was
uncomfortable when the short brunette climbed into the backseat with her.
Now she was looking at her wide-eyed wondering when she was going to be
attacked.

   Gloria peeked into her rearview mirror and teased, "I'm going to go out
on a limb and guess that Tiffany inducted our Toby into the Mile High Club
somewhere over Virginia or Tennessee."

   Tiffany's mind was racing, 'Our Toby?  Oh, shit!' She started to talk
before her brain was engaged, "I ... we ... that is ... he didn't ... I
didn't"

   Toby was neither admitting nor denying anything.  He was waiting for all
the shoes to hit the floor first.

   Susan looked at Gloria's face in the mirror, "What's the Mile High
Club?" She may have chased down Toby after seeing him in the library with
Gloria earlier this week and shown him what can be expected from young,
eager pussy, but she remained as sexually naïve as she ever was.  Her
liaisons had always been discrete and within the veil of what she believed
was a committed relationship.  She had accepted the need to share someone
like Toby, and was pushing herself to come to grips with the concepts of
polygamy.

   Tiffany took a deep breath, calmed herself, and answered Susan's
question, "It's when two people have sex while flying at least a mile above
the ground."

   Susan was intrigued, "Really, way cool.  Wait, did you guys, like, do it
in front of everybody in the plane!  I wouldn't have thought there was
enough room in that little thing for sex.  How did you do it?"

   Gloria laughed, "Down girl.  Not everyone is as open to bragging about
her sexual exploits as me.  Toby here and most certainly you are really
tightlipped about your dalliances.  Maybe Tiffany is, too.  ... I know, we
can get Misty to take the four of us for a ride and she can show us how."

   Tiffany finally found her persona, "Do you two really expect me to share
a boyfriend with the two of you?  Oh, m'God!"

   Susan rationalized, "Well, you don't really expect someone like Toby to
have only one girlfriend, do you."

   It was Tiffany's turn to show ignorance, "What do you mean, 'someone
like Toby', girl?"

   Gloria leaned to catch Tiffany's eyes in the mirror, "Someone who can
take four fuck-buddies with him when he leaves this rock."

   Tiffany looked at Toby, "What?"

   Toby had had enough, "I'm right here, God damn it!"

   Gloria patted his hand, "There's no need for bad language, dear."

   Susan was a bit annoyed, "Then why did you fuck him?  Was it because his
was the only dick in the airplane and you were horny?"

   Tiffany looked at Toby who had turned to look at her, "No, he was a real
cool character at the party last night.  Women were making passes at him,
but he only wanted to spend time with some geeks from MIT.  He was just so
sexy cool.  When he didn't make a pass at me, I thought maybe he was gay
and wanted to convert him."

   Susan and Gloria got a real charge out of that misconception and burst
out laughing.  Susan chuckled as she said, "Mr.  perpetual motion sex
machine who can fuck me unconscious is gay?  I don't think so!"

   Tiffany blinked and smiled, "You know, now that you mention it, he did
have a hell of a time getting things stuffed back into his Dockers after
fucking me into a little brown puddle.  Have the two of you, you know, at
the same time?"

   Gloria smile, "We haven't gotten him at the same time, yet.  Are you
interested?"

   Tiffany shrugged, "Yeah, maybe.  I've never done a threesome with only
one guy." They were pulling into a driveway and the garage door was opening
as they approached.  "Hey, where are we?"

   Gloria turned off the ignition switch of the totally silent car.  "My
house, shall we get your clothes into the wash while the four of us chat
over a mint julep, or would you two like to take a nap before diner?"

   Tiffany remarked, "I don't need a nap, but I would like to shower."
After a moment's though she asked, "Why did you bring me here instead of
taking me to my sorority house?"

   "I'm under the impression that you're interested in a relationship with
Toby," Gloria responded.  "If that isn't the case, then I'll be glad to
take you to your house."

   "I'm ... not certain," Tiffany answered honestly.  "Toby isn't the type
of person I normally pursue."

   "Oh," Susan waded into the exchange.  "Is he too pale?"

   Tiffany gave Susan a harsh glare, "Not at all, but he may be too poor.
The man I went out with in Boston is not as physically endowed or as
skilled with his equipment as Toby, but he is in a position to introduce me
to the Dean of the School of Science."

   When Gloria also gave Susan a disapproving look, Susan apologized, "I'm
sorry, Tiffany.  I don't know what possessed me to say that.  I've seen you
in racially mixed company and should have known better."

   Tiffany looked back and forth between Susan and Toby before commenting,
"I suspect that you're not as accepting of my seduction of Toby as Gloria.
Were you perhaps attacking me out of jealousy?"

   The shorter girl looked at the long-legged beauty for a few seconds
before answering, "I don't know.  You're gorgeous, and I do feel a bit
threatened because I have nothing that can compete with your looks or your
sophistication."

   Tiffany smiled and stepped forward to embrace the attractive brunette.
"That couldn't have been easy to say.  I'm not used to getting such honest
answers from anyone, especially women.  Is there room for the two of us in
your shower, Gloria?  I think Susan and I need to bare our souls before
anything more happens between Toby and me."

   "It's not as large as the one at Lesa's," Gloria admitted.  "But even a
couple of big girls like you should be able to fit into it comfortably."

   The two girls snapped their heads to face Gloria thinking they had been
insulted, but realized that next to the gaunt, flat-chested Gloria, they
were big girls.  When they looked into Gloria's dancing eyes, they smiled
back at her.

   The two of them took a very long time in the bathroom.  It turned out
that other than Tiffany being a bit thinner, taller, and black; there was
very little difference between the two.  Tiffany took the lead and insisted
that they wash each other and vocalize their feelings about Toby and each
other.  It was no surprise that Susan was far more romantically involved in
her relationship with Toby.

   Tiffany had not really taken the Sa'arm threat seriously and realized
she would require someone who could be very dominant if she had any hope of
success as a sex slave.  She was not sure Toby could engender the required
level of respect.

   Gloria sent Toby to shower in the smaller bath connected to her bedroom
while she put together some snacks and drinks for everyone.  She slipped
into both bathrooms and replaced everyone's clothes with short, thin robes.

   Toby was the first one to return to the kitchen, even though he was the
last one to leave.  "What happened to my clothes?" He asked Gloria.

   "Patience, my dear," Gloria said as she kissed him.  She picked up a
serving tray and told Toby, "Come into the living room with me.  We'll wait
for the others in there."

   Gloria mixed Toby and herself a mint julep and the two of them settled
back.  It was fifteen minutes before Susan and Tiffany found Gloria and
Toby.

   "In here," Susan said over her shoulder.  Tiffany stepped behind Susan
as she took a position just inside the living room.  The two slender women
looked stunning framed in the decorative archway that separated the living
room from the foyer.  The short robe barely covered Susan's crotch.  From
their seated angle Gloria and Toby could see soft, black fur below the hem
of Tiffany's robe.  Tiffany did her best to use Susan as a shield, but Toby
and Gloria were on opposite sides of the low table that held the silver
tray.

   Gloria covered her mouth with her fingertips.  "I didn't realize how
short those robes were.  I started a load of laundry with the things you
were wearing."

   "Where are our bags?" Tiffany asked.  She wanted to be annoyed, but
started giggling.  "This is such a lame ploy.  If you wanted to see me
naked you could have just asked."

   "Your bags are in the laundry room," Gloria answered.  With sparkling
eyes she asked, "May I see you naked?"

   Tiffany couldn't believe that she had set herself up like that.  But
having her bluff called gave her but two choices.  She stepped out from
behind Susan, let the robe fall to her feet, and struck a pose with her
hands on her hips and her right leg in front of her left.  Had she not been
so thin this would have fig-leafed her crotch, but in her case it didn't
even fully mask her pouting labia.

   "Brava," Gloria actually applauded.  Toby was stunned.  He had had sex
with Tiffany, but had not seen her naked.  She had flawless skin that
varied in shades from pale mahogany to a rich brown.  Her nipples and labia
were a noticeably darker than the rest of her smooth skin.  There was a
hint of pink flush in her cheeks and red on her lips and nails.  There was
also a touch of pale coral where her moist inner lips peeked out from the
dark outer lips of her prominent pussy.  Except for her black hair,
everything else was a shade of rich brown.  Her feet were as narrow and
delicate as Susan's.

   When Gloria shifted her gaze to her, Susan sighed and looked briefly
skyward to gather her courage before opening her robe.  She knew she had
the same basic bust, waist, and hips as Tiffany, but not the elegant poise.
Susan was not nearly as relaxed as Tiffany when her robe fell to the floor.

   Gloria got to her feet and approached to nude pair.  Susan's rich tan
looked pale next to Tiffany's much darker brown skin tones.  Gloria circled
the pair before commenting, "You could be sisters except for the obvious
racial difference.  Come, sit." Gloria indicated that they should take the
love seat she had previously occupied.  She moved to a chair on the far
side of the table.  "Would either of you care for a mint julep?"

   "Yes, please," Susan spoke through her discomfort.

   "Actually, I've never had a mint julep.  What's it like?" Tiffany asked.

   "Try a sip of mine," Gloria offered.

   "Oh my, that's quite tasty and refreshing," Tiffany remarked.

   After she served them their drinks, Gloria stood and removed her
sundress and panties.  She looked pointedly at Toby after resuming her
seat. Toby took the hint.  He stood up, removed his robe, and tossed it on
the floor next to Gloria's dress.

   "Now that we're all comfortable, let's talk," Gloria suggested.

   *-*-*

   Ralph parked Janet's car at the girl's dorm and got out to help them
with their bags.  On the way up he remarked, "You know, the single beds in
these places are just not the draw they used to be.  That queen-size at
Lesa's was really nice, wasn't it?  I know we can't replace furniture here,
but maybe we can get an apartment next term?"

   Janet kissed Ralph, "My mom and dad would freak."

   Misty rocked her head side-to-side.  "Pop would be okay with it after he
met you.  He'd know it was because I was sexing someone.  But, I don't know
how he would take you and me, Janet.  Sorry."

   Janet nodded, "It's okay, my folks wouldn't take either pairing with
grace."

   Ralph followed the two into their room, "So, how about tossing your
dirty underwear in my direction, and I'll take it down to the laundry room,
snark, snark."

   Janet, dropped her bags onto her bed, "That's both sweet and disgusting
at the same time."

   Misty dramatized being lost in though, "Did we even wear any underwear
this weekend?"

   "I was mostly serious.  Really, load me up with your dirty clothes,
including what you're wearing, I'll take it to my dorm and wash it with my
stuff while you guys shower and get a nap, and bring it back here at, say,
six?  That should ... damn, its after five now.  I'll get something light
from Panera Bread and bring it over around eight.  Be naked, in bed, and
rested.  Got it?"

   Janet held up her hand, "fuck the clothes, fuck the nap, but the shower
sounds good, though.  We need to get this contact information into Lesa's
database and start working on the principals."

   "That can wait," Ralph started helping Misty undress; then turned to
assist Janet.  The two nude women then undressed Ralph and the three fell
into bed together.

   *-*-*

   Sasha was trying to read Marvin's facial expressions while he drove
south on I-75.  "Are you getting tired of me, Marvin?"

   Marvin was used to Sasha bringing up topics out of the blue, but this
was strange even for Sasha, "Why would you think such a thing, haven't I
been nice to you?"

   Sasha nodded, "Yeah, too nice.  You haven't fucked me in the ass in over
a week, and hardly fucked me at all.  You get all quiet like this when
you're around Sara and Leslie.  Am I not as good as them?  I know I'm only
one person and can't replace both of them, but you can do anything you want
with me.  You can stop right here on the side of the highway.  I'll lie
across the hood, and you can fuck my ass right now.  Would you like that?"

   Marvin was overcome by self-loathing because the act she's suggesting
made his dick twitch, "Why are you saying such things to me?  I'm trying to
show you some respect."

   Sasha looked away as the dark cloud crossed Marvin's face.  Looking out
the window she recognized where they were and regressed to her flighty self
as she suggested, "Ooh, let's stop at the Cumberland Mall, okay?"

   Shopping didn't normally appeal to Marvin, but he was at a loss about
what he wanted to do.  He didn't know how he really felt about Sasha, and
didn't want to be alone with her right now; so, he turned on his signal and
merged into the exit lane.  He remained quiet as he parked the car and made
his way to the entrance.  He allowed Sasha to take his hand and lead him
through the Sunday afternoon crowd.

   Sasha headed straight to Victoria's Secret thinking she could have
Marvin pick out something exciting for her to wear.  Marvin wrinkled his
nose when she picked up a pair of fur trimmed crotch-less panties; so, she
dropped them back into the display bin and continued browsing.

   A young woman wearing a business halter-miniskirt suit walked up to the
pair.  Her store nametag identified her as 'Millie', "Can I help you find
something?"

   Sasha looked up at the still scowling Marvin, "I'm looking for something
that will help me get my boyfriend's attention." Millie thought she was
talking about someone else until Sasha hugged Marvin's bicep.

   Millie took a moment to adjust her focus and gave Sasha a quick
head-to-toe scan, "I'll bet we have something that will get his mind off of
cheerleaders.  Are you looking for street clothes or something more
intimate?"

   Sasha replied, "Oh, he dumped the cheerleaders a couple of weeks ago. 
How do you know about them?"

   Marvin took exception as the remark penetrated his reverie, "I didn't
dump them.  We're just giving each other a little space, that's all."

   Millie nodded at Sasha, "Ah, I get it.  They dumped him and he wants
them back.  I'm a student at Tech and everyone knows Marvin.  Anyone who
hangs out after a home football game knows that he has at thing for
cheerleaders."

   Showing his exasperation, Marvin snapped, "No one dumped anyone, okay?"

   Millie took a deep breath and spoke softly as she exhaled, "Okay. 
Denial, it's not just a river in Egypt, is it?" Looking at Sasha, she
asked, "Is he an ass man, or do we want something that will showcase your
nice rack?"

   Marvin smiled at Millie's little quip, even though he was still annoyed.
"You have a rather nice pair yourself."

   Millie cupped her own breasts, "What, these little Shaker pegs?" She
then hefted one of Sasha's in each of her hands, "Look at the action you
can get with these beauties.  Mine won't do this.  I'll bet that leggy
redhead can't even come close to this, either."

   Sasha was wide-eyed and silently gasping like a fish, but stood frozen
as the clerk casually felt up her tits.  When she caught Marvin's amused
expression, she decided that it wasn't so bad after all, and let the clerk
have her way with her breasts.  She even arched her back for a better
presentation.

   Marvin agreed, "You're right, Millie." He smiled as he continued.  "I
don't believe I know anyone else who can get that kind of action from their
chest.  What have you got that could keep them from blacking both of her
eyes, and yet make the nipples readily available.  Not a nursing bra; that
would creep me out."

   Millie reluctantly released Sasha's fun bags and cast her eyes about the
various displays.  She walked across to an adjoining showroom where she
rifled through a bin and selected a beige half-bra.  "This is kind of like
a shelf they could rest on.  It also pulls them together to form dynamite
cleavage.  If she wore a peasant top with an elastic neckband you could
pull the neck opening under her tits anytime you wanted."

   Marvin said, "Show me."

   "Well, we don't have that kind of blouse in this store.  But," she went
to a different part of the shop and selected a sheer black nightie that had
an elastic scoop opening and cap sleeves.  "This should give you the idea.
The changing rooms are this way."

   Millie was handing the garments to Sasha and Marvin intercepted, "Can
you join us and demonstrate what you're talking about?"

   Sasha turned red and dropped her jaw, but Millie shot Marvin a pixie
grin.  "I might get fired, but what the hell?"

   Millie led them to one of the handicap booths and helped Sasha strip off
her top and bra.  The three of them had plenty of space in the larger room
and the chrome bar on three of the walls gave Marvin lewd ideas.

   Sasha got into the new outfit with Millie's assistance and stood still
for Marvin's inspection.  As he moved in close, Millie hooked her fingers
into the neckline and pulled it out and down over Sasha's big hooters.  In
a surprising move she leaned down and took one of the reddish brown nipples
into her mouth, and Marvin did the same with the other one.  Sasha stood as
still as she could and just moaned as the connection between nipples and
crotch announced itself.

   Millie and Marvin backed off with little popping sounds as the erect
nipples snapped free of their lips.  Millie pulled the neckline back up and
rubbed the tips of the prominent nubbins.  "See how nicely they show
through the soft material." Pulling the neckline back down, she ran a
finger between the two globes, "Look at the nice, tight cleavage.  There's
even a gap between the two cups at the breastbone large enough to
accommodate your dick if you fancy a hands-free tit-fuck." She demonstrated
by pushing a finger between the two melons on Sasha's chest.

   Marvin laughed as he reached around Millie to grasp her grapefruit
halves.  "I'm usually drawn to something this size, but you've pointed out
some interesting possibilities for enjoying jugs Sasha's size." He leaned
down and nibbled Millie's neck and earlobe.  "What time do you get off, I'd
love to see more of your creative ideas."

   Millie sighed and pushed her ass into Marvin's groin.  "I'll get off in
about three minutes if you peel my pantyhose and drop your pants.  If your
busty friend drops her panties and sits on that stool I think she'll get
off even sooner."

   Sasha turned her big blue eyes to Marvin who met her gaze and gave her a
curt nod.  Without hesitating, Sasha reached under her skirt and tugged her
thong over her hips and let it drop to the floor.  Marvin dropped to his
knees and slid both hands under Millie's tight skirt.  He grasped the
waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them down her legs.  Millie then
knelt in front of Sasha's lewdly spread thighs and dove for her clam.

   Marvin watched for a moment as Sasha responded to Millie's expertly
administered cunnilingus.  He unfastened his pants and pushed them and his
boxers down below his knees before kneeling behind Millie's upturned ass.
He nosed his penis through the damp curls covering Millie's puffy lips and
found his target.  His breath caught in his throat as he sank his dick into
Millie's tight confines and began stroking.

   True to her word, Millie had Sasha gasping in orgasm before Marvin had
established his rhythm, and two minutes of steady pounding had Millie
jerking and twitching as she was consumed by her orgasm.  Marvin pressed
his thumb against her winking asshole and started spraying as it nibbled on
the padded surface of his thumb.

   The trio had tried to remain quiet, but there was a sudden pounding on
the door.  "What's going on in there, as if I didn't know?"

   Millie answered, "Just demonstrating some merchandise to a customer, Mr.
Portman.  We'll be out in a minute."

   Sasha pulled some tissue out of her shoulder bag, "Here, you'll need
this or Mr.  Portman will be pissed at the puddle you'll leave on the floor
when Marvin pulls out."

   "Thanks, girlfriend," Millie took the wad of tissue, "But I don't think
anything is going to save my job."

   Marvin asked, "Not even a fat commission?"

   Millie looked over her shoulder, "How fat?" She held the tissue in place
as Marvin backed away.  Sasha got off the stool onto her hands and knees
and took Marvin's shrinking shaft into her mouth to clean it of the
combined juices coating it.

   Once their clothes were sorted out, Millie led the trio back onto the
sales floor where Marvin started making a sizable pile of items at the cash
register, including a couple of the fur trimmed panties.  There was
something about Millie's fur lined opening that intrigued him and he want
to see how Sasha might feel if she didn't keep her labia free of fuzz.

   The big hit Marvin's credit card took wasn't enough, and Millie was told
that her final check would be mailed to her.  Marvin was apologetic, but
Millie assured him that she was about to quit anyway.  Working was causing
her grades to slip.

   As they exited the store Millie asked, "So, am I ever going to see you
again, stud?  Or are you just going to blow me off.  I warn you, if you
blow me off I'm going to steal your girlfriend here.  She's very hot and
very tasty."

   Marvin laughed as Millie licked her lips.  "Yes, she's a treat to the
tongue, isn't she?  I don't know, are you as good at fellatio as you are at
cunnilingus?"

   Millie dropped to her knees in front of Marvin, almost tripping him, and
reached for his fly while grinning up at him, "Let's find out."

   Marvin backed away, "Let's not find here in the mall and say we did. 
I'll take it on faith for the moment.  Can Sasha and I follow you home?"

   Millie shrugged, "I don't have a car, and following a bus can be smelly.
Unless your car is a two-seater, it would be easier if I hitched a ride
with you." Looking at Sasha she added, "It might even be more fun if it is
a two-seater."

   Marvin shook his head, "You're a nut."

   Millie grasped Marvin's crotch, "Maybe, I know I really like nuts."
Turning to Sasha she groped her groin, too.  "I don't turn down many clams,
either."

   Marvin tossed his purchases into the trunk of his car.  "All this talk
about food is making me hungry.  Is anybody interesting in Cracker Barrel?
It's close, fast, and on the way to my room."

   *-*-*

   Jake pulled into the garage next to Lesa and waited for Leslie and Sara
Jay to close the passenger doors of the Jaguar before opening his door.  He
and Lesa gathered the girl's luggage as they headed through the door into
the house stripping out of their clothes as they walked.

   Sarita spoke up, "Guys, you might want to wait ..." but, they were gone.

   They had dropped the clothes they were wearing in the laundry room and
stepped into the kitchen naked, giggling, and the center of attention for
four pairs of eyes.  Frankie and Sam went back to eating their yogurt and
fruit once they identified the two familiar faces.  Consuela had concealed
her mouth with her hand, but couldn't hide her dancing eyes.  Maria turned
the swiveled seat of the barstool around to face the naked pair.  "Well
hello," she was working hard to stifle a laugh, "did you two get robbed in
Boston?"

   Sara Jay sprinted for the door, but Leslie stopped and looked around,
"This isn't the spa?"

   Lesa and Jake started laughing behind her as they struggled through the
door being held open by Sarita.  Lesa pointed to the door on the far side
of the kitchen, "Go!  Upstairs with you before you pervert my children."

   "Too late," Sarita said as she closed the door behind her.

   "Here, make yourself useful," Lesa told her daughter as she handed her
one of the smaller bags.

   When they got to the top of the stairs, the two cheerleaders turned back
to face the others who were still climbing the stairs behind them.  Jake
almost tripped on the steps as he beheld the classic figures at the top of
the staircase.  He wondered how in the world he had landed such visions. 
In his mind they were clearly out of his league.

   Lesa perceived the unasked question, "Master bathroom, bubble bath, go."

   Two cute butts were presented to those on the staircase before swaying
off in the direction indicated.

   Lesa opened the baggage and removed everything she perceived that needed
washing.  "Sarita, make sure they have everything they need." She passed an
armload of clothes to Jake, "Take these down to the laundry room for me,
please." She giggled as she added, "If you help the girls bathe we won't
eat until midnight."

   Sarita laughed and nodded her agreement as she disappeared into the
bathroom.

   Consuela insisted on taking the clothes from Jake as he passed through
the kitchen.  She began sorting the items that would have to be hand washed
from those that could go into the washing machine.

   Maria offered Jake a cup of coffee, which he accepted as he sat down
next to her.  Lesa followed Consuela into the laundry room and was helping
sort until Consuela shooed her back into the kitchen.

   Maria asked, "Did they have a successful trip?"

   Lesa nodded and picked up her PDA, "I have an E-mail here from Janet
with names and contact information for five of Dr.  Grayson's graduate
assistants.  She even has notes about which of the girls should call for
the follow-up, very thorough!"

   Jake asked, "What's the plan?"

   Lesa was thoughtful, "Well, I'd like to avoid the meat market atmosphere
that normally happens during a pickup, but some of that will be inevitable.
It's possible that some of Grayson's staff scored less than six-point-five
and we'll need to find sponsors for them.  Can we prevail upon you to take
one under your wing, Maria?"

   Maria's shoulders slumped, "I don't know.  Losing my cherry to a dork
doesn't appeal.  He would have to be a very cute and clever dork."

   Sarita popped through the door smiling, "If they don't fall asleep in
the tub and drown, they should be down in about a half-hour."

   Consuela observed as she entered, "They looked wide-awake when they were
in here."

   Sarita nodded, "Yeah, but that was mostly excitement from the trip.  The
bath is quickly draining the excess adrenaline."

   Lesa smiled at her daughter, somewhat amazed at the thirteen-year-old's
perception.  "They claim to have rested, but they were all rather tired at
the airport.  So tired they were acting silly, much like the little parade
through here."

   Accepting a fresh cup of coffee from Maria, Lesa turned to face
Consuela. "Have you thought about what I asked?"

   Consuela colored as she nodded, "I spoke about it with the priest this
morning.  He told me that I should hold to my faith and do what I must to
help the Church survive and move into the stars.  I will leave here with
you." Her eyes flicked to Jake, "I'm just not sure I can bed someone so
young."

   Maria consoled her mother, "Of course you can, Mama.  Close your eyes if
you must."

   Lesa added, "Jake has not been a 'little boy' in a very long time.  You
won't know the difference in a dark room." She used her fingers and
expression to put quotes on her reference to Jake's manhood.

   Maria pulled Jake to his feet and placed her mother's hand in his, "Go
find out, Mama."

   Jake put his free arm around her shoulders and led the dazed woman out
of the kitchen and up the stairs toward the guest room.

   Maria implored, "Be gentle Jake.  She's very fragile."

   Consuela froze when the bedroom door closed behind them.  Her mix of
fear and excitement made it hard for her to breathe.  Jake placed his hands
on the points of her shoulders and leaned down to kiss the expanse of skin
at the juncture of her neck that was revealed by her frilly peasant top.

   The short woman tilted her head to give Jake free access to her neck and
shoulder.  Her knees buckled when Jake slid his hands off of her shoulders
and onto the large globes protruding from her chest.  "I can't ..."
Consuela started to say as his hands moved to her hips and found the
fastenings of her skirt.  The skirt pooled at her feet as Jake began
sliding the hem of the top up her torso.

   Consuela cooperated as the boy gently nudged her arms as the top
continued up above her head and off.  She turned to face him as his mouth
closed on her lips, and he stroked the soft skin above and below the bra
strap.  He maneuvered her to the edge of the bed and the sturdy black
garment was loose after he snapped his fingers twice on the closure.

   Jake left the bra in place as he knelt to remove Consuela's shoes and
stockings.  He peeled off his t-shirt and dropped his jeans as he stood
back up.  His eyes drank in the beauty of the sturdy woman in her loose
bra, garter belt, and black panties as she stared at his tented boxers.

   Consuela removed the garter belt and allowed the bra to fall to the
floor when she stood to let Jake pull the covers down.  She closed her eyes
as she lay back onto the cool sheets and lifted her hips when she felt Jake
tug on her panties.  Speech wasn't possible.  Her mind raced with what she
was about to do, what her priest had encouraged her to do.

   She was both ashamed and excited when the boy opened her legs.  She knew
that he could clearly see the bare lips of her sex, the lips that her pig
of a brother-in-law had forced her to shave.  She almost came when she felt
warm breath on those lips and a nose nuzzling the thick, black curls above
the bare flesh of her sex.

   He meant to use his mouth on her sex!  Could she allow him to do
something so perverted?  No!  She took his head in her hands and pulled him
up to lay on top of her naked breasts.  She reached down and guided his
iron-hard rod to her wet opening.  She hadn't been this wet ... ever.

   Consuela's eyes popped open when she felt the size of the tool that was
opening her tunnel.  She gasped and thrust herself against him when he
bottomed out in her vagina.

   Jake held still for a moment; then started slowly working in and out of
the small woman beneath him.  She found her voice as he picked up speed and
was screaming expletives in Spanish when her throbbing pussy drank in the
product of the penis that was pulsing deep within her.

   She held the young boy to her, not wanting him to see the pleasure he
had given her.  She was ashamed of herself for allowing this to happen, and
doubly ashamed for enjoying it so much.  He held her as she softly cried
and wondered what he had done wrong.  He was too confused to speak and just
held her until she finished.

   She finally spoke, "You are very good.  I enjoyed you too much.  Please,
let me get dressed.  I must get ready to go downstairs and face Maria."
Consuela kissed him gently and watched as he dressed and left the room.