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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: MFF anal oral orgy 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
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   Chapter 22: Trials, Introspection, and Tests

   The next week was spent analyzing the information that was collected
during the trip to Boston.  Charlie Brenner was probably the only real
catch out of the five that the girls had met at the sorority party.  Toby
had the name of the only female who was part of the physics crowd, Darlene
Wilson.  She was a wallflower and was thin enough to be almost invisible.
As much as he tried, she had hardly spoken to him.  He didn't know how she
managed to be at the party.  She was the polar opposite of a sorority party
girl.

   Telephone calls helped them sort through more possibilities.  By the end
of the week they felt they had enough information for a follow-up trip,
perhaps one that would have them in Boston for a Friday and Saturday night.

   Lesa looked up from her desk at the small group in her office at the
library, "Do you think you can swing another trip to Boston, Misty.  Can
you afford to miss some Friday afternoon classes?"

   Misty sighed, "The classes aren't a problem.  Pop is pissed at me for
leaving Marietta two hundred pounds over gross Saturday.  He'll probably
make me take the Aztec, I don't like the Aztec."

   Janet interjected, "Two questions: what's an Aztec, and why don't you
like it?  Wait, third question, what do you mean by overweight?"

   Misty hesitated, "It's a twin engine airplane that's just a bit larger
that the Lance.  It does okay on one engine, but like any light twin it can
get into real trouble real fast on takeoff if one of the engines even
misfires.  It can be upside down and auguring into the ground in a
heartbeat if one engine just quits all of a sudden and the pilot is
distracted.  A single won't yaw and flip like that.  Takeoffs in a twin are
tense, and I like to be relaxed when I fly."

   Janet filled the silence, "And the overweight part?"

   Misty almost whined, "It was just by a couple hundred estimated pounds.
We may not have actually been overweight.  I mean, she handled and climbed
beautifully.  And I kept to maneuvering speed until we had burned off the
excess weight in gasoline.  That's why I didn't let them top off the tanks
anywhere.  I kept us 30 gallons light, except for that first takeoff."

   Lesa summarized, "Okay then.  We need a smaller group or a larger
airplane.  Maria should probably go this time.  Who's going to cultivate
these guys enough to learn their CAP scores?  We need to be doing
matchmaking on an industrial scale."

   Janet was inspired, "How about a game of high-low three-minutes in
paradise.  We get this crowd to drop their CAP IDs into a basket.  The low
score gets Maria and me in a closet for three minutes.  The high score gets
Leslie and Sara Jay, maybe?  A game like that aught to interest their horny
little dicks enough to play CAP card show and tell."

   Lesa nodded, "You know, that just might work.  How will we get them all
together and lubricated enough?"

   Jake stuck his head into the door, "Hi, guys.  Que pasa?"

   Lesa laughed, "Just because you have a hot Latin lover keeping your dick
wet doesn't mean you can suddenly speak Spanish."

   Misty questioned, "I thought Maria was guarding her virgin tunnel."

   Lesa grinned, "She is, but her mother's tunnel isn't virgin, and she
even got a priest's blessing."

   Janet and Misty responded in unison, "Consuela?"

   Lesa nodded, "We were talking about party excuses.  Thanksgiving
weekend, maybe?  That's only a couple of weeks off."

   Jake smiled evilly and wiggled his eyebrows, "We can celebrate Janet's
birthday and give everyone a chance to paddle her butt in some kind of CAP
score order."

   Misty nodded, "Sounds like another fun party game to me.  We won't need
much in the way of excuses once the prizes are in the rumor mill."

   Lesa had Jake stay for a minute after Misty and Janet left.  "We need to
do something special for Janet's birthday.  What can we do on a Tuesday
night around here?  My house is getting too small."

   Jake pondered, "How much does it cost to hire a hotel banquet hall? 
Where can I get an X-Rated version of Monopoly?"

   Lesa laughed, "Get out of here you pervert."

   On his way down to the library table he normally used, Jake spotted
Gloria and gave her a friendly smile and wave.  She blushed profusely, but
waved back.

   *-*-*

   Lesa saw Jake enter the library alone a little before three o'clock on
Friday.  She squared her shoulders and approached him.  "Jake, can we go
somewhere and get a cup of coffee.  There's something I need to tell you."

   Jake looked up smiling, but the smile slipped a little when he saw
Lesa's serious expression.  "Sure, give me a second." He quickly stuffed
everything into his backpack and walked next to Lesa to the door.  Outside
his concern couldn't be contained, "Is something wrong?"

   Lesa gave him a weak smile, "That's hard to say.  I'm pregnant." She
decided to just come out with it.

   Jake brightened noticeably, "That's great!  Who's the lucky ..."
Realization dawned a bit slower that you'd expect for a smart guy.  All
motion in his universe stopped for about three heartbeats.

   Lesa smiled, "Would it be better if someone else was the father?"

   The world started rotating again.  Jake took Lesa to a park bench on the
library lawn.  "To say that this is a surprise is the understatement of my
life.  I'm happy for you.  I don't know if I'm happy for me.  I'm too
stunned to feel anything but confusion.  I don't know what it means to my
plans, our plans, or me.  I'm just a kid myself in most ways.  What's the
right thing for me to say or do?  We haven't talked about marriage.  That
doesn't make sense anyway if we emigrate as a Confederacy family.  What if
we're not picked up?  What kind of father will I be?"

   Lesa's put a hand on Jake's cheek, "Do you want our baby, or should I
stop it now?"

   Jake jumped to his feet, "Stop it?  ... No!" He calmed himself and sat
back down.  "If I have a vote, I want you to have the baby.  I wouldn't
know what to do with it on my own.  But I want it to be born.  I want to be
part of his or her life."

   Lesa wrapped her arms around Jake and hid her face in his shoulder. 
"Thank you, Jake.  Yours is the only vote that counts."

   Neither of them felt like coffee anymore and just remained sitting on
the bench.  Jake blew off his afternoon classes and rode home with Lesa
looking for a quiet evening.  He really needed to think things through.

   *-*-*

   Janet was sitting on her bed in the dark when Misty opened the door
around five.  Misty reached for the light, but left it off and just dropped
everything she was carrying onto the floor.

   She climbed into the bed with Janet and embraced her, "What's going on,
girl?"

   Janet shrugged, "I'm not sure.  Things are changing and can change a lot
more.  I know how I feel about you.  I think I know how I feel about Ralph.
The problem is that I'm okay with him having sex with Leslie.  I'm probably
okay with him have sex with most anyone else.  Is that normal?  Does it
mean I don't really care about him deep down?"

   Misty didn't understand why Janet would be confused, "What difference
does it make who he fucks as long has he has time for us and doesn't bring
a little hitchhiker home with him.  If I were to fuck Marvin or Jake would
that leave me less love for your or Ralph?  I don't think so.  Love defies
the laws of physics.  The more you give away, the more you have."

   "Now, tell mama-san what the real problem is.  Are you pregnant or
something?  I hear that can make the most stable of women crazy, and you're
acting crazy."

   Janet pulled back and twisted, "Pregnant!  What twisted universe is your
head in, woman?  I'm not ... well I don't think I'm pregnant.  Do you think
I'm pregnant?  Are you pregnant?  What the hell would we do with a baby? 
Who would take care of it, feed it, or change its nasty diaper?"

   Misty tried being philosophical, "Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not
pregnant. It'll be a true feat for the record books if Ralph is pregnant.
So, if you're not pregnant then this isn't an immediate issue, is it?"

   Janet smacked Misty.  What is it about women that make them think a swat
on the arm corrects all problems?  "I don't want to change you into a wet
nurse.  Ralph might be funny as a wet nurse, but I'm not sure even the
Confederacy medical technicians can give him functional teats for nursing
babies.  I don't want to give up either of you, and don't want to change
either of you.  What am I going to do?"

   Misty signed, "Fuck everyone in sight and trust the Universe to
provide?"

   Janet turned on Misty laughing and crying at the same time "You slut,
you'll get yours.  If Ralph won't fuck you in the ass I'll find someone who
will!" They wrestled for a minute; then settled into deep kisses and
roaming fingers.

   Misty surfaced and asked, "So, does that mean you're in the market for a
suitable wet nurse and a fuck-buddy who can team up with Ralph and do us
two-on-two?"

   Janet was confused, "What do you mean, I only get ..." she slapped
herself in the forehead.  "For some stupid reason I forgot that I have
slots for four companions.  It's been just the three of us for so long!"

   *-*-*

   Millie was just about totally exasperated with Marvin, "Go ahead and put
it in her ass, it's what she wants.  Why are you holding out on her, don't
you care?" She had her hands clamped over Sasha's ears holding her mouth
against her sex.  She really like the way Sasha's tongue was teasing her
vaginal entrance.

   Marvin tore his eyes away from the little brown rose screaming at his
hindbrain and looked at Millie, "I don't want to be an abusive bastard, and
ass-fucking is degrading, isn't it?"

   Millie squirmed lower and lifted her pelvis until she felt Sasha's nose
stroking her clit, "Ah, yes Sasha.  Like that!" Squinting at Marvin through
her lust she made one more try, "Sasha gets off on humiliation, dumb-ass!
Ah!  Just pick a hole and fuck!  Ah, ah!"

   Marvin pressed his thumb against Sasha's anus, but slid his dick into
her vagina.  He marveled at the heat and grip of her tight vaginal tunnel.
Was Sasha's anus really questing for his thumb, or was he just imagining
it? He moved his thumb off of the little bud and drooled some spittle onto
it; then rubbed it in with the pad of his thumb.  It was like his thumb was
sucked into the tight little hole without effort on his part.

   Sasha moaned in loss when Marvin pulled both his thumb and dick from her
body.  When he replaced his thumb with the head of his short dick and
pushed, he fell off the face of the Earth as the sensations transmitted
through his cock transported him to a place of ecstasy and Sasha became a
wild woman.  Millie thrust her quivering legs straight out and screamed as
Sasha consumed her mons.

   Marvin swam back to consciousness to find Millie gently washing his dick
with warm, soapy water.  Sasha was drooling on the covers with her ass
still up in the air.  She hardly moved when Millie swiped the terrycloth
rag across her anus.

   Millie cleaned the soap off of both of them with a soft, damp cloth
before checking for soapy residue with her tongue.

   "Welcome back," Millie smiled at Marvin.  "Listen to me, Marvin.  Can
you hear me?"

   Marvin nodded; so Millie continued.  "There's a big difference between
callously using a woman, and giving someone you care about what they want.
The same act, such as shoving your thick dick into someone's asshole, can
make you a total bastard, or a loving partner.  The difference is why and
how; not where you stick your dick.  The key is to be in tune with what
your partner needs.  Listen to the need, not to some judgmental person's
criticism."

   Millie pulled Marvin close and turned his face toward Sasha.  "Look at
that face.  Can you see the smile you put there?"

   Marvin nodded.  "Good," Millie said as she lay back pulling Marvin on
top of her, "Now give me a smile like that by pounding what Sasha licked.
Will you do that for me?" It wasn't long before Marvin was gone again, but
this time there were two smiling women in his bed.

   *-*-*

   Jake had spent the night with Lesa.  By Saturday morning he was looking
at Franklin, Samantha, and to some degree Sarita with different eyes.  He
was subtly changing his attitude; not thinking of them as friends or 'her
kids'.  He was beginning to see them as his own kids.  He was becoming
comfortable with the role of 'father'.

   He was watching Sarita coax her siblings downstairs to breakfast and
pictured himself standing next to her with an arm around her shoulders.  In
his fantasy, he was not holding her as a daughter, but as a husband.  Jake
shook off the image, but his treacherous organ continued to swell as he
watched the dark beauty descend the stairs in her nightclothes.

   Lesa startled him when she hooked his arm and led him as they followed
her children downstairs.  "Penny for your thoughts," she offered.

   What should he tell her?  "I was just picturing myself as their dad.  It
works for everyone but Sarita."

   Lesa hugged him, "That was hard for you to admit, wasn't it?  Misty was
right, Sarita already has more of a woman's figure than she does.  The only
developmental aspect that Misty exceeds her is her pubic hair."

   Jake rubbed his face, "Thanks for that mental image."

   Intent on teasing him Lesa added, "You should see the cute mounds
budding on her chest.  She has the brightest pink nipples ..."

   Jake grabbed Lesa loosely by the throat in a mock stranglehold, "Will
you please knock it off!" Then kissed her full on the lips and grabbed both
of her ass cheeks for good measure.

   Halfway through breakfast Lesa asked Jake, "Can you stay with the kids
today?  I'm going to meet some old friends for lunch at Underground Atlanta
today.  It'll likely be stressful for me, especially if it doesn't go well.
Please say you'll be here for me when I get back."

   Jake nodded, "I'll be here for you."

   They lounged around in the den until it was time for Lesa to get ready.
Jake remained downstairs and let Lesa get dressed unmolested.  He did smear
her lipstick a little as she was leaving, though.

   Jake asked the youngsters, "How about McDonalds for lunch today, guys?"

   Sam immediately answered, "Yea, happy meal for me, please."

   Frankie wanted to know, "Can we play in the playground?"

   Jake nodded, "Sure."

   Sarita came down in a tight pair of shorts and an even tighter tube top.
Lesa was right.  She was getting hips, a distinct waist, and little pancake
lumps with eraser accents on her chest.

   Jake cocked his head, "It's a bit cool out for that outfit, isn't it?"

   Sarita looked pained, "I have a coat.  Besides, it's hot inside
McDonalds."

   Sarita buckled Frankie and Sam in the backseat as Jake watched.  She did
look good in those tight shorts, especially when she was bent double. 
Sarita and Jake got into the front bucket seats and they headed off for
burgers and fries.

   Sitting with Sarita at a table while the two youngsters romped in the
Play Place, Jake was again picturing himself watching his and Sarita's
kids. It felt good, until he pictured Sarita without the thin top or tight
shorts, and with Misty's bushy box.  Shaking off the image he yelled, "Who
wants ice cream before we go?"

   They still beat Lesa home by a good hour.

   When Lesa got home, Jake immediately asked, "How did it go?"

   Lesa shrugged, "I really don't know.  I think I got through to Karen,
but Rebecca is really hard to read.  Both of them are concerned about
saving their children.  Rebecca's oldest boy is already fifteen.  He should
be okay, though.  His six-point-nine CAP score gives him a good shot at
being picked up in the next few years.  She's resisting his request to
attend a military school, though."

   Looking at Jake for a reaction, "Would you be up to having diner with
them this evening.  If she's really looking to get picked up, then military
school is probably the best place for her son, don't you think?  Rebecca
has an older brother, but he lives somewhere in California."

   Jake was neutral, "Sure, makes sense for him to be safely established
somewhere and not get jerked around when his mom disappears.  What happens
to orphaned kids, by the way?  Those that are fourteen and up when their
parents are taken?"

   "I don't really know," Lesa replied.  "It hasn't occurred to me."

   Consuela and Maria came over to stay with Lesa's kids while Jake and
Lesa went to Rebecca's condo downtown.

   Jason Lawrence and Jake got along right off.  Rebecca was scandalized by
how young Jake turned out to be.  He was only a year older than Jason, for
God's sake, but by the end of the evening she would have admitted that the
idea of sex with him would not be a fate worse that death.  In fact, she
might actually enjoy it.

   Shelly Lawrence was the same age as Sarita.  With Consuela and Maria at
her house, Jake was curious why Lesa hadn't brought Sarita with them. 
Saundra and Alice were five and seven.  They were a well-behaved and nice
looking family.  Jake again wondered why he was there.

   As Jake and Lesa were leaving, Rebecca didn't let Jake part with just a
handshake, she gave him a full-body hug that stole most of Jake's breath.
'Nice chassis' Jake thought to himself and suddenly didn't care why he was
there.

   Jake and Lesa stopped by Sara Jay and Leslie's dorm on the way back to
Lesa's house and talked the two of them into spending the night at Lesa's.

   *-*-*

   Marvin accepted Lesa's invitation for lunch on Sunday and brought Sasha
and Millie.  Ralph, Misty and Janet arrived mid-morning.  Maria and
Consuela came to Lesa's after morning mass.

   Marvin, Jake, and Ralph spent a lot of time in the Sunroom discussing
how little they collectively understood about women.

   No one had heard from Toby, Gloria, Susan or Tiffany since noon Friday,
and Lesa had left messages on all four of their phones.  She got a return
call late Sunday morning.  They had gone to Savanna Friday and spent the
weekend with Tiffany's family in one of those 'get away from it all' resort
communities that didn't have cell phone service.

   Lesa insisted that everyone crowd into the dining room, including
Consuela and Maria.  It was mayhem, but congenial.  Toby, Gloria, Susan and
Tiffany had shown up right after the table was cleared.

   Before everyone left, Lesa got everyone's attention, "Ladies, every one
of you should know the answer to this question.  It should have been
drilled into you since you were thirteen.  What is rule number one when
engaging in recreational sex?  Anybody?"

   Sasha ventured, "Protection?"

   Lesa pointed, "That's right, protection from disease and protection from
pregnancy.  Condoms or knowing your partner's health and habits can protect
you from disease.  Condoms, diaphragms, foams, and pills can protect you
from pregnancy.  How many of you have failed to protect yourself?  No one?"
Eyes were opening all over the room.  "That's right, the oldest and
supposedly wisest in this collection of deviants is pregnant." Lesa raised
her hand.  Screams and laughter filled the house.

   It was an hour before anyone left.  Jake took Sara Jay and Leslie back
to campus and spent the night in his almost abandoned dorm room to give
Lesa some alone time with her kids.

   *-*-*

   There was a double celebration at Janet's birthday party on Tuesday. 
Ralph and Misty had insisted that she make an appointment at the
Confederacy Liaison Office to be retested.  After her Tuesday afternoon
appointment, she was issued a new CAP ID card that showed her current 8.0
score.

   Misty told the crowd at the birthday celebration, "It seems that her
improved self-image and self-confidence had added to her leadership
sub-score.  There was also a shift from a potential for aggressive behavior
to demonstrated aggressive behavior as well.  Of course, she still has some
trust and control issues along with at least one phobia." Misty cast a
sidelong glance at Janet in time to dodge the backhand aimed at her arm.

   "I trust you," Janet whined.

   Misty smiled, "Yeah, just not in an airplane."

   Ralph put his arms around Janet, to show his affection for her and to
protect Misty from attack.  "What happened in the airplane?"

   Misty laughed, "You should have seen her.  She was as jumpy as a mouse
in a cobra pit.  Every jostle, bump, change in background noise, or
flashing light had her jumping and screaming 'What's that!' all the way to
Boston and back."

   Janet confirmed the statement by blushing, but said, "That's not true. I
didn't scream, and I wasn't all that jumpy."

   Misty dropped her forehead and looked at Janet through hooded eyes,
"Tell that to my poor checklist.  You strangled it to death.  I'm telling
you guys, this is one strong lady.  She totally crushed a notepad full of
heavily laminated pages."

   Ralph put his chin on Janet's shoulder, "Yeah, but she's our checklist
killer.  Hey, that means she's now in the market for four more companions,
not just two." Displaying his best lecherous grin he added, "Sweet!" That
got him smacked by Misty, and when Janet broke free of his arms, the two of
them started chasing him around the punchbowl.  Once the two split up, the
chase ended quickly.

   Lesa, Sarita, Franklin, and Samantha left shortly after the cake and ice
cream were served.  It was, after all, a school night.

   Ralph was dancing with Leslie and Janet was dancing with Jake when Janet
mentioned that she had been looking at off-campus apartments for the next
semester.  Leslie laughed and suggested, "Maybe we should all rent
apartments on the same floor the way Lesa and her friends did before their
husbands were killed.  Of course, swapping will be a little more
complicated and less exciting with the polygamous relationships we all
have."

   Jake and Ralph looked at each other puzzled.  Marvin was dancing with
Sara Jay nearby and asked, "Swapping?"

   Sara Jay laughed, "That's right.  You'd ducked out with Sasha, and the
rest of the guys were upstairs fucking Gloria when Lesa told us about what
happened to her husband." Over the next few minutes Sara Jay, Leslie, and
Janet related the story to the others.  They couldn't remember the other
two couple's last names, and Jake chose not to fill them in with Lesa's
apparently failed efforts to reestablish relationships with them.

   There was no shortage of lewd suggestions about variations on the
birthday spanking traditions and Janet survived the evening with the little
dignity she ever possessed still intact.  As the party was winding down,
there was a suggestion that the guys all put their names in a hat and draw
to see who would see whom home, but there had not been quite enough adult
beverages consumed for Susan and Tiffany to go along with the proposal.

   Leslie suggested, "Maybe we could rent a room with a couple of big beds
and the six of us continue to party a while longer." She was referring to
Jake, Marvin, Sasha, Millie, Sara Jay and herself.

   "Yeah," Millie enthused.

   Sara Jay smiled and nodded.  Marvin was surprised and pleased that
Leslie and Sara Jay were considering having sex with him again.

   "I'd like nothing more, but I have an early class tomorrow morning."
Sasha didn't want to stay up late and risk missing her class.

   Jake added, "So do I.  I could probably blow it off, but maybe we could
all get together tomorrow night?" Sasha and Jake looked at each other after
the other's disappointment registered with them.  Sasha shrugged and Jake
expressed the opinion that he read in Sasha's eyes, "What the heck.  GPA is
overrated.  Let's do it tonight."

   "If you guys really want to get naked in a big pile, I'm game." Marvin
was not as confident as he sounded.

   Sasha moved in close to Marvin and whispered in his ear, "Thank you
sweetheart.  Do you think I can have you and Jake at the same time
tonight?"

   Marvin pulled back and smiled at the blushing woman.  "So, you fancy two
at once, do you?"

   Sasha turned scarlet as she amended his assessment.  "Actually, I have a
fantasy about three guys at the same time."

   Jake and Marvin looked at each other and said, "Ralph," almost in
unison.

   "Hey, Janet!" Jake shouted across the room to where Janet, Misty, and
Ralph were trying to decide how to get all of Janet's birthday loot to her
dormitory.  It almost seemed as though Jake crossed the room in three
strides.  "We can help you get that stuff to your dorm ... in the morning.
What do you think about having a birthday orgy if we can get a big enough
room?"

   Janet laughed, Misty's eyes sparkled, but Ralph looked a bit concerned
as he glanced at the other five people who were closing in behind Jake. 
Janet joked, "I don't know.  What would something like that do to my
image?"

   Jake appeared to be lost in deep thought, "I don't know.  You seem to
project the persona of an air headed slut.  Orgy, air headed slut; yeah,
that tracks.  It should be totally believable and supportive of the image
you desire."

   Janet put her hands on her hips.  "I'm not an air headed slut!  Am I,
Misty?"

   "Don't pull me into this losing battle!" Misty jumped out of reach as
she spoke.

   Jake distracted her by saying, "No, you're not an air headed slut, but
wouldn't it be fun to pretend that you were?"

   The Hilton wouldn't rent one room to nine adults, but did have two
adjoining rooms that were available for the typical exorbitant Hilton rate.
Millie put the rooms on her credit card; then smiled as she told everyone,
"My rooms; my rules." Leslie, the other instigator in the crowd smiled at
Millie.

   Everyone crowded into one elevator.  Leslie remarked, "It's a good thing
we're all close friends."

   Millie goosed Leslie who squealed before saying, "Not that close!" Her
reaction got smiles and giggles from everyone.

   "Mmm," Millie said around her thumb.  "No panties.  I like that!"

   Anyone standing in front of a C-cup or better was on the receiving end
of a titty massage as the giggles induced jiggles.  Misty observed, "Anyone
depending upon panty and brassiere sales would not do well if everyone
followed the lead of this crowd.  Just look at the bouncing boobs.  We'll
be lucky to get to our floor before the slack cable switch trips the way
all these boobs have this elevator car bouncing up and down.  And I'll bet
mine is the only panty covered pussy in the crowd."

   Janet spoke up, "Don't make me laugh.  I have to pee!"

   Between the sexual tension and comic relief, the elevator disgorged a
giddy and giggling crowd into the ninth floor elevator lobby.  Laughing and
leading the way, Millie said, "The sign says our rooms are this way."

   "Don't believe everything you read," Jake commented.

   "And only half of what you see," Janet added.  "I really, really have to
pee; so let's not dawdle in the hall."

   "So," Sara Jay asked Misty, "Why are you wearing panties?"

   Misty sighed, "I have my period.  I don't know how I'm going to
gracefully bow out of the orgy."

   "Bummer," Sara Jay responded.

   To which several of the guys responded, "Yeah!  We get Misty's Bum!"

   Misty's jaw dropped and her almond shaped eyes almost became round as
she looked at the grinning faces.

   Everyone followed Millie into the suite of rooms.  Janet was the second
person through the door, and she made straight for the nearest bathroom.

   A decorative partition divided the larger room into a sleeping area with
a king-size bed and office/meeting area complete with desk, couch, chairs,
and coffee table.  Jake and Janet explored the connected room that had a
much smaller sitting area and two queen-size beds.  Millie settled onto the
floor on the far side of the coffee table and gave a full bottle of water a
test spin on the table.

   Millie was clearly disappointed with the results.  "Nothing spins as
well as the old glass Coke bottles, but it'll have to do.  Okay, who else
has participated in an orgy?  By definition that is sexual activity between
more than two people, but I tend to picture it as at least two couples
interacting with each other.  No one has gotten naked in a heap with four
before?  I guess that makes me the orgiophant by experience as well as by
being the keeper of the room key.  All right, is there a newbie here who
hasn't even managed a menage a trois?"

   Janet emerged from the bathroom and asked, "What have I missed?"

   "Nothing, really," Leslie remarked.  "It seems that all of us have
limited ourselves to three in bed at a time.  Lesa, Jake, Sara Jay and I
have slept four in a bed; but there was no sexual activity with more than
three at once.  Millie appears to be the only one of us who has pushed the
envelope beyond a threesome."

   Janet enthused, "All right, Millie!  Lead us into temptation, girl.  Do
we just get naked in heap, or are there rituals to be observed?"

   Millie laughed, "We could just get naked in a heap, but I'm picking up a
lot of nervous tension from this crowd; so some ritual will be required to
calm nerves and fortify resolve.  Are there any taboos in the group, other
than the predictable homophobia from our testosterone contingent?" Millie
looked around and didn't see overt fear on anyone's face.  "Okay, it looks
like girl-on-girl is not a big deal, but guy-on-guy may take some coercion.
Are there any other limitations?"

   Misty spoke up, "I hate to be a party-pooper, but I have a tampon in my
twat."

   Millie and others burst out laughing.  "Nicely put," Millie commented.
"That doesn't necessarily keep you from having intercourse with a guy who's
not squeamish, and there's always the backdoor option."

   "I've never ... that is, no one has ever done me in the ass," Misty
added as she blushed hotly.

   Millie nodded, "A virgin orifice is a surprise for this crowd, but lucky
for you we have a world-class anal expert in our midst.  You haven't lived
until you've been butt-fucked by Marvin.  Take a bow, lover."

   Marvin was blushing and trying to hide, "How can I ever live up to that
image?"

   "You'll do fine," Leslie said with Sasha and Sara Jay nodding agreement.

   Millie spun the bottle of water on the table, "Alright, let's get
started with spin-the-bottle, only with a twist.  The spinner kisses the
person the bottle top points to, but on the mouth and on a body part that's
revealed after an article of clothing is discarded."

   Leslie asked, "What if the person is already naked?  Can we send the
pair into the other room for a couple of minutes?"

   "I like the way you think, Leslie." Millie commented; then added, "Two
minutes of sixty-nine, but no orgasms allowed.  It's a cold shower for
anyone who cums too soon."

   The bottle had stopped on Janet, who stood and peeled off her tight top.
Millie kissed Janet on the mouth with lots of tongue; then on her left
nipple.  Janet then spun the bottle and the game was on.  The first pair to
be sent off was Marvin and Sara Jay.  Sara Jay discarded her miniskirt
before following an already naked Marvin into the adjacent room and pushing
the door closed.

   Marvin lay on his back on the nearest bed, and Sara crawled on top and
engulfed his cock before swinging her knee over Marvin's face.  She was
surprised when she gagged on his cock and backed off wide-eyed.  "You're
bigger that I remember!"

   "A miracle of modern chemistry," Marvin replied.

   "Oh, I've got to test drive this thing," Sara Jay remarked as her hips
changed direction.  She quickly straddled Marvin's hips and impaled herself
on his spike.

   Marvin protested, "We're not supposed to ... Oh, my.  I don't remember
you being so wet!"

   "I don't remember you going so deep!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"

   There was a banging on the door and Millie yelled, "That doesn't sound
like sixty-nine!  Don't make us throw you guys into separate showers!"

   As the door started to open, Sara Jay quickly swung her hips around as
though Marvin were a gymnast's horse and settled her cunt onto Marvin's
mouth as she closed her mouth on his dick.

   Millie and Leslie entered the room to break them up.  "Time's up guys.
How did you get into a sixty-nine so fast?  I know that this is not what
you were doing when I banged on the door."

   Sara Jay rolled off of the bed and helped Marvin to his feet.  Both were
still panting heavily when they stumble back to the coffee table.

   "I didn't catch them, but I don't trust them, either!" Millie told
everyone.

   Marvin spun the bottle and kissed Misty on her butt cheeks after kissing
her mouth.  Janet sucked Marvin's rampant cock into her mouth before he
returned to his seat and all control went out of the window as Millie was
pulled onto the couch by Leslie.  Ralph and Jake looked at each other,
shrugged their shoulders, and reached for the nearest female.  For Ralph it
was Sasha who had not yet even been kissed.  Ralph displayed the
legerdemain of a stage magician as he divested Sasha of all clothing in
seconds and began worshiping her massive mammary mounds.  Jake pulled Sara
Jay onto his face, and she was only hampered by his slacks and boxers for a
few groaning breaths.

   Janet backed off Marvin just long enough to tell Misty, "Bring me the
bottle of lube that I got for my birthday." Misty was the first to be on
the receiving end of Marvin's buggering skills, but not the last that
night. Sometime before dawn when the guys had their second wind, Sasha got
her fantasy when she was riding Jake's monster while nursing Ralph's back
to life, and Marvin managed one more anal assault before collapsing into a
stupor.

   The group barely managed to get themselves together and down to the
lobby before checkout time on Wednesday.  Classes for the rest of the day
were pretty much a total loss as those who were determined to attend them
nodded off mid-lecture.  It was Thursday morning before life returned to
the nine revelers.