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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 creampie 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
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author's email address.

   CHAPTER 26: Expanding Horizons

   The beginning of the Christmas Holidays lightened everyone's mood a
little.  The successful execution of the plan to have Sasha and Millie
picked up after Marvin's extraction helped boost everyone's confidence that
the bigger project had a chance of success.  The one depressing item was
Admiral Grayson's refusal to even consider leaving Earth.

   Toby, Jake and Janet had gone ahead with the original plan and submitted
applications for graduate study to the Dean of Admissions at MIT.  They
were trying to find an alternate team, but unless the subject was dead or
the technology old, public knowledge of weapons researchers was rare.

   "I'm sure that if the three of us were teamed with Charlie, Darlene,
Jamal and some of the others currently at MIT we could develop some
kick-ass weapons.  The problem is who's going to believe in us enough to
send a ship to get us?  We need Admiral Grayson in order to have the level
of credibility that will convince the Confederacy to commit resources to
us." Jake had recovered some of his optimism, but none of them had fully
recovered from the depressing Thanksgiving trip.

   Lesa, Leslie, Sara Jay, Jake, and Sarita were all sitting in Lesa's
kitchen wrapping up breakfast.  Sara Jay posed the question, "What are we
going to do for New Year's Eve?"

   Jake suggested, "Sit in front of the TV and watch the ball drop in Times
Square?"

   "That sounds really exciting," Leslie quipped, "I'll probably fall
asleep."

   "What if we watched it live and in person?" Sarita suggested, "I've
never been out of Georgia, except for an occasional trip to the beach."

   Lesa gave Sarita a very sympathetic smile, "Oh honey, it's just too
crowded in Times Square on New Year's Eve for it to be any fun.  We'd have
to stand around for hours if we're going to be within blocks of the
Square."

   Leslie gave Jake an evil smile, "Jake knows someone who lives there. 
Maybe they could get us closer to some action."

   "There's more than enough 'action' around here, thank you very much!"
Jake was struggling not to laugh.

   Lesa began to develop an idea, "I wonder where the Grayson's will be on
New Year's Day, anyone want to make a wager?"

   "I wouldn't if I were you," Sarita recommended.  "Mom doesn't make bets
unless she already has a lock on the outcome.  So, Mom, where will they be
and why do we care?"

   "Well ..." Lesa began; then waited for dramatic effect.  "You sound like
you've been deprived of travel opportunities, and the Grayson's will be
visiting relatives in New York on Christmas day; then returning to Boston
before New Year's Eve.  They have train tickets for a scenic rail line that
skirts the coast most of the way between New York and Boston.  Anyone feel
like taking a train ride?"

   Leslie got a wide-eyed look, "Are you thinking about ambushing them when
they're in a good mood?  That's so devious!"

   "You can always threaten to throw grandma off the train," Sara Jay
suggested.

   A dark expression passed across Jake's face, but he pushed it aside.  He
hadn't talked to anyone about Lesa's massive rifle, or the skill she
displayed as she handled it with confident, practiced moves.  He hadn't
even broached the subject with her because he wasn't sure he'd like the
answers, if she answered his questions at all.

   "We'd best get tickets if we're going to get on the same train, they
return home next week." Lesa turned to Sara Jay, "Can I prevail upon you to
stay with Franklin and Samantha while Sarita and I take Jake for a jaunt?"

   "I'd like that," Sara Jay answered.  "Thank you for trusting me with
your children."

   The whole crew met Ralph, Janet and Misty for lunch at Cracker Barrel.
Sarita rode in Jake's car with Leslie, and Sara Jay rode with Lesa and the
little ones.

   "How's the apartment hunting progressing?" Sara Jay asked Janet while
they were waiting for a table that could accommodate the ten of them.

   "I guess it's the usual, anything that's within our travel range is out
of our price range," Janet sighed.

   "There has to be a lot of married students who live close to the campus,
and they can't afford expensive places," Leslie's tone was sympathetic. 
"Where have you checked?"

   "We started with housing assistance," Ralph replied.  "There's a long
waiting list for married couples who're looking for affordable student
housing."

   "I wonder," Jake was mostly thinking out loud as he repeated himself. 
"I wonder what it would take to finish that big building near the cemetery.
It was mostly offices, but I'll bet it could be adapted to apartments with
shops and offices on the lower floors.  It's only a couple of miles from
the campus.  A bit far to walk, but there's got to be a bus."

   Lesa smiled, it was the first time Jake had spoken about anything
associated with the pickup last week.  She kept the conversation going. 
"It would take a month or two to get windows installed and walls put up
inside.  It looked like the previous owner was changing the upper floors
from office space to apartments already.  Maybe we should give him a call?"

   The hostess signaled them that their table was ready and the group
followed her into the dining area.  After the waitress took their drink
orders, Sarita spoke up.  "Mom is going to take Jake and me on a train ride
from New York to Boston next week.  Want to take a break from your
apartment hunting and come along?"

   Janet looked at Sarita, then at the sheepish look on Lesa's face, and
began giggling.  "Okay, what gives?  I can see you and Jake on a romantic
train ride.  I can see Jake and Sarita on a romantic train ride that's met
by the cops and we never see Jake again.  But, the three of you?"

   Lesa recovered her composure.  "I'm NOT looking for a threesome with
Jake and my daughter!  What you must think of me!  I was going to talk to
you about this in a different setting.  Really, I wasn't trying to slip
away.  Well, maybe a little.  I want to meet Martha Grayson somewhere that
she and I can talk without her husband butting in, and the five-hour train
ride should give me an opening.  Surely such an elderly couple won't be
joined at the hip for the whole trip."

   Janet shook her head.  "Martha is much too savvy to think your meeting
her on a train is a coincidence.  She and Benjamin are incredibly close. 
So close that he'll not consider any plan that would have them separated
for more than a few days.  He's such a romantic for being such a stiff Navy
man.  Trust me, once you meet him you'll not think of him as Dr.  Grayson
ever again.  He'll be Admiral Grayson first and a research physicist
second. The titles of 'Professor' and 'Doctor' will be way down on the
list."

   "Okay, so, I'll have Jake entertain him while she and I talk in
private." Lesa respected Janet's assessment.

   "That might work," Janet allowed.  "But, a sure distraction is to have
Misty talk with him about airplanes.  Who knows, she might even get him to
let down more than just his hair!"

   Misty punched Janet for suggesting she talk the Admiral into dropping
his pants.  "Even if I thought I could get him interested, it would be too
dangerous.  We'll have no a chance of getting him off-world if he's dead
from a heart attack."

   Lesa asked, "Is he really in that bad a shape?"

   Jake and Lesa nodded as Misty answered, "Martha's convinced that any
kind of excitement can trigger another heart attack, and his next one may
well be fatal."

   The waitress interrupted the conversation to distribute the drinks and
take everyone's food order.  When that was accomplished she headed back to
the kitchen.

   "Where were we?" Lesa asked; then answered herself.  "Oh yeah, we need
to separate Grayson from his wife long enough for me to speak with her
woman-to-woman.  There would have to be an opportunity during the five-hour
ride from New York to Boston, especially if we get various conversations
going.  I was thinking about taking the train from here to New York, but
it's an eighteen-hour trip and sleeping accommodations are more expensive
than plane fare into La Guardia.  If you guys come along, then maybe we can
talk Misty's pop into letting her fly us into Newark."

   "Actually," Misty spoke up, "The airport at Teterboro is better equipped
for general aviation aircraft, and it's really close to the George
Washington Bridge."

   Lesa smiled, "Sound's like we have a plan.  I'll call the travel agency
and have them add three round-trip tickets from New York to Boston.  I'll
also add a room to the hotel reservation I have downtown.  Couldn't see
going to Boston, turning around, and heading right back to New York.  We
need to do a little shopping at the very least."

   Lesa was on the phone when the food was delivered to the table.  "All
set," she told everyone.  "We have the last seats on the scenic excursion
to Boston.  There were three left, and now there are none."

   Jake and Janet were troubled while they ate.  When they finally made eye
contact, the concern flowed between them as though they were telepathic. 
Jake was the first to voice the shared concern.  "Listen, if we just show
up on that train, then Martha may be too paranoid, or maybe suspicious is a
better term ..." He appeared to be arguing with himself for a moment before
continuing, "Whatever.  If we just show up, then they'll know we've been
spying on them and may too offended speak with us.  Let me try something,
okay?"

   "What are you thinking, Jake?" Janet asked from across the table.

   Jake suggested, "I thought I'd call Denise and ask her about her plans
next week.  If she tells me, then we'll have plausible deniability about
having investigators snooping around.  If not, we're no worse off.  But
I'll bet she'll tell me about the train ride."

   When Lesa nodded agreement, Jake pulled Denise's number from his contact
list and initiated the call.  "Hello Denise, this is Jake Caulfield.  You
introduced me ... No, I guess the crowd I was with would be hard to miss or
forget.  Listen, the reason I'm calling is I have a friend who would like
to speak with your grandmother about some of the things that were discussed
at Thanksgiving.  I believe I mentioned that I had a friend who also
graduated from Vassar.  ... Right, she's a librarian at Tech.  ... Trust
me, Lesa shouldn't be underestimated.  She could talk the Pope out of his
crucifix."

   Lesa frowned at Jake while Janet nodded and did her best not to laugh as
Jake continued.  "So, where do you think she'll be between now and New
Year's?  ... Visiting your folks in New York?  That sounds exciting. 
You'll be traveling with them?  ... Taking the train there and back?  Wow,
that sounds like a fabulous ride!  I've never been on a train before.  Do
you think it would be too much of an intrusion if we rode to Boston with
you guys?  I really don't want to intrude on your time with your parents.
... That's great, Denise.  We'll meet you in Penn Station next week if we
can get tickets.  By the way, which train are you taking?  ... Got it,
thanks a lot, Denise.  See you next week."

   Jake looked around the table with a big smile on his face and his thumb
pointed skyward.  "That was too easy!"

   "I think she has the hots for you, Jake," Misty commented.

   Jake blushed, "I haven't come on to her at all!"

   "Which is probably why you have her attention," Janet suggested,
"Remember what happened when Toby ignored Tiffany?"

   "Yeah," Misty added, "She jumped his bone on the way home."

   *-*-*

   Misty parked the Aztec on the ramp at the terminal building that
serviced light twins.  She went into the FBO's desk and arranged for it to
be refueled and moved to a hanger for three nights.

   Even with the two carts loaded with luggage they had no trouble getting
a taxi into Manhattan from the busy airport.  The group had decided to
spend a couple of days in New York before heading to Boston the next
afternoon.  Misty was sure she'd be fine even after a seven-hour train and
taxi ride to safely fly to Atlanta, but was overruled.  They planned to
spend another night in New York on the way back and do some more tours and
shopping before returning to Atlanta.

   None of them really wanted to visit Ground Zero, but Jake and Ralph
talked them into visiting both the USS Intrepid at her berth on the Hudson,
and the four-master HMS Peking at the historic South Street Seaport on the
East River.

   "Can you imagine crossing the Pacific in this thing?" Misty was awed by
the size of the all-metal Peking.  Even the masts and decking were steel.

   "She was constructed in 1911 and is one of the last windjammers ever
built." Jake was reading from a pamphlet he'd picked up.  "It took too much
coal for the early steamships to round Cape Horn with nitrates and wheat
for the voyages to be profitable.  She displaced 3,100 tons when loaded,
and the only thing that moved her was the wind!" Jake looked up at the
masts that towered 170 feet above the water.  "Is that something or what?"

   After dinner in one of the restaurants in a converted warehouse that was
part of the South Street Seaport Museum the group made its way back to
their Midtown hotel to change for an Off Broadway show.  Lesa had gotten
tickets at the concierge's desk when they checked into the hotel after
lunch.

   Jake was a very serious young man when he stepped out of the cab.  "How
can we allow the Sa'arm to destroy all of the history in this city alone?"
He didn't wait for nor expect an answer as he held the door for the ladies.

   Even though it was Off Broadway, the play was a very professional
production featuring a small cast of very skilled actors and actresses. 
Lesa and Misty were the only members of the group that had even been to a
professional play.  The cast's interpretation of 'Equus' was quite moving.

   Sarita was graceful and didn't make trouble at bedtime.  She took a bed
to herself while Jake and Lesa shared the other bed in the room.  They,
too, were considerate and went to sleep after turning out the lights.

   Things were not as quiet in the other hotel room.  It had a single
king-size bed, and its springs were getting a vigorous workout, along with
the three occupants.



   Everyone was up and out early the next morning to be on the first ferry
to Liberty Island.  There was no chance of getting close to the Statue,
much less up inside, unless you were among the first to exit the ferry. 
While it may have had more significance than the ships they had visited the
previous day, the Statue of Liberty had never been a part of people's daily
lives the way the ships had been.  It was an icon of human history, but not
a living part of that history.

   They had checked out of their rooms before leaving the hotel that
morning, but left their luggage with the bell captain.  They returned to
the hotel to collect their bags before taking taxicabs to Penn Station.

   Two porters were helping them with their luggage when Jake, who had been
lagging behind the ladies, spotted Denise and her grandparents.  "Good
afternoon," Jake greeted the three.  "It looks like we're going to have
beautiful weather all the way to Boston."

   As Admiral Grayson shook Jake's hand he commented, "You don't discourage
easily, do you young man?"

   Jake smiled, "No sir, I don't.  Not when it's something that's really
important to me.  Please, my friends are aboard the train getting their
luggage settled.  Would you care to come aboard and meet them?"

   About that time Misty stepped out of the train car and approached the
cluster of people and suitcases.  "Hello again," she greeted Denise and
Martha with a hug, but the Admiral only shook her hand.  She hesitated a
moment, then bore in to give him a hug anyway.  He was hesitant to return
the embrace, but did so even though he was clearly uncomfortable with the
invasion of his personal space.

   Martha laughed, "She's a cuddlesome little slip, isn't she dear?"

   He just colored a bit and looked at his wife, but didn't comment.

   Jake and Misty handled the introductions as everyone claimed their
seats. They had seats near each other, but not in a single cluster.

   The hundreds of large apartment buildings that came into view when the
train emerged from the tunnels and began making its way across The Bronx
fascinated Sarita.  Even though she lived in the large metropolitan city of
Atlanta, she had trouble picturing so many tens of thousands of people
living in such close proximity.

   As the train skirted the Sound and crossed into Connecticut, Martha
approached Lesa.  "Would you care to join me in the club car?" She asked
the mildly surprised Lesa.

   "Of course," Lesa responded.  "That sounds very nice."

   When Sarita moved to get up and follow her mother, Jake stopped her
with, "You and I can go in a minute.  Just look at the classic church
steeples in these little villages along the coast."

   Sarita was a little puzzled as she watched her mom and Mrs.  Grayson
make their way out the door at the end of the car.

   The two ladies ordered drinks and stepped to a quiet corner of the
moderately busy club car.  Martha opened the conversation with, "I assume
that you're here to change Benjamin's mind about retiring?  I assure you
that you're wasting your time."

   Lesa shook her head, "I'm not even going to try speaking with him.  If
you can't convince him, then it can't be done.  I'm here to find a way to
help you convince him to emigrate from Earth with the team of his choice."

   "He won't go," Martha replied flatly.  "He doesn't want to leave his
grandchildren, and refuses to consider leaving me."

   Lesa decided to take the direct approach with this woman who was clearly
aware of why everyone had met them at the station.  "I'm hoping to convince
you to move to the stars and drag your husband with you.  Why would you not
want to go?"

   "I'm fine with going anywhere Benjamin goes," Martha responded.  "But,
I'm post-menopause which make me ineligible."

   "Not necessarily." Lesa was a little evasive as she asked, "Are you in
good health?"

   Martha nodded, "For someone my age I'm in great shape.  I just have a
little arthritis in my back and hands."

   Lesa then asked her, "Have you been to a recruiting center and taken the
Capacity-Aptitude-Potential test administered by the Confederacy?"

   "No, why bother since I can no longer have babies," Martha responded.

   "Just because your ovaries have shut down doesn't mean you can't have a
baby." Lesa looked Martha in the eye, "I'm sure you'd be accepted by the
Confederacy if you were pregnant."

   Martha was confused by what Lesa was telling her.  It was a rare
occurrence for her to be taken off guard.  "How can I possibly get
pregnant?"

   Lesa could see that Martha was intrigued by the idea.  "There are a
couple of clinics I know of that deal with fertility issues.  There are a
number of facilities in this country that can fertilize a human egg in
vitro and place it into a viable womb." She looked at Martha before
dropping the bomb.  "There is also a clinic in the Bahamas that can provide
you with a viable womb if yours can't accept an egg."

   This was a totally unexpected concept for Martha.  She actually blinked
as the idea hit her between the eyes as though she had walked into a
doorjamb.  "What!  You mean they could replace my womb with that of a
donor?"

   Lesa looked around to see if Martha's outburst had attracted any
attention.  When she was sure they were being ignored, she nodded, "Yes, I
believe they can provide you with functional ovaries as well.  Is this
something you'd consider?  It's a bit around the bend, I'll admit, but the
stakes are too high to discount any avenue that can increase the chances
for humankind to survive.  Not just survive, but to thrive." Lesa looked
around and lowered her voice, "We must find a way to destroy the Sa'arm! 
And, if at all possible, do it before they reach Earth."

   Martha sat back slack jawed.  She looked at the younger woman across the
small tabletop as she revised her assessment of her with this startling
revelation.  It was not often that anyone could surprise her, and this
woman had surprised her.  "Yes, I must admit that it's worth considering.
But, I'll have to think about such a dramatic step before proceeding.  I'm
sure you can understand that."

   Lesa nodded without breaking eye contact, "Yes, absolutely.  Give the
idea time to sink in.  I suggest that you consult your own physician and
perhaps visit one of the facilities that offer in vitro services before
taking the more drastic step.  The baby may not have your genetic code, but
it would certainly prove that you can contribute to the birth rate."

   Martha smiled as she looked at Lesa, "Yes, it would, wouldn't it?"

   Lesa added, "I suggest you also go to a Confederacy office and get
tested as soon as possible.  Not even pregnant women are extracted without
having a CAP ID card."

   Martha just nodded.  The two women finished their drinks and returned to
the passenger car.



   As the group claimed their luggage and made their way off of the
platform and out through the station, Martha insisted that they cancel
their hotel accommodations and stay at her home.  She even talked them into
staying in Boston for a couple of days and taking the sunrise train back to
New York on New Year's Day.

   The Grayson's gave them the grand tour of Boston.  Visiting Bunker Hill,
the old North Church, and the Boston Common only deepened Jake's resolve to
find a way to keep the Sa'arm away from his home world.

   Martha had put Jake and Ralph in a bedroom with two twin beds.  Misty
and Janet assured her that the two of them could share a king-size bed. 
Lesa and Sarita each had a bedroom with two double beds.  The Grayson's
house was every bit as large as Lesa's and had six bedrooms.  Martha and
Benjamin had raised four children and each of them had had their own
bedroom in addition to the master suite and a guest bedroom.

   Jake and Ralph had just settled into bed and turned out the lights when
there was a soft knock at their door.  Jake turned on the bedside lamp and
shared a puzzled look with Ralph before getting up to answer the door in
his boxers.  He was surprised to see Denise in a light robe, thin
nightgown, and slippers.

   "My grandparents have gone to bed," the nervous Denise told Jake.  "May
I come in for a minute?"

   Jake glanced at Ralph who just shrugged.  Jake opened the door to admit
Denise and said, "Certainly, as long as we don't upset anyone."

   "Grams and I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable by saying anything
in front of everyone, but we're sure that you guys are not used to the
current sleeping arrangements." Even in the dim light it was clear that
Denise was turning a bit pink in the cheeks.  "Now that grandpa is asleep,
we can rearrange things for your last night here.  We'll be up and out
before he wakes up tomorrow morning."

   Ralph was all smiles when Jake turned to him, "Guess I'll see you in the
morning, Ralph."

   Ralph gathered his clothes and eased out of the door as Denise asked,
"Is he going to send Janet in here?"

   Jake chuckled, "No, he'll be taking on both Misty and Janet.  We may
need a stretcher to get him to the car tomorrow morning.

   "Then, you didn't bring your girlfriend with you?" Denise asked with a
very puzzled expression.

   "Actually, he did bring one of them." Denise was startled by Lesa's
voice.  She turned to see the older woman standing in the doorway.  "You
seem surprised, Denise."

   Jake didn't move.  He was still standing with his back to the bed. 
Denise was even more embarrassed as she looked from one to the other.  Lesa
broke the silence, "I passed Ralph in the hall and he said I would find the
two of you in here.  There's not much space in these twin beds.  Why don't
we return to the nice big bed in my room?"

   Denise squeaked, "All three of us?"

   "If you like," Lesa offered.  "Jake hasn't had any in a couple of days.
I'm sure he can accommodate both of us."

   Denise was so taken aback by the calm, even tone of Lesa's voice that
she took the extended hand and followed Lesa without conscious thought. 
Jake grabbed his clothes, turned out the lights, and followed the two
scantily clad women down the hall to Lesa's bedroom.

   "Your grandmother sent you to seduce Jake, didn't she?" While it was
phrased as a question, Denise realized it was more of a statement, but
nodded her head anyway.  "Then perhaps she's made a decision about what I
suggested," Lesa continued.  "Did she want you to attach yourself to Jake
so he would offer you his sponsorship?"

   Denise had trouble speaking, but managed to say, "She told me that I
should see if Jake would be interested in taking me with him when he
emigrated.  She said that I should give him a test drive to be sure we were
compatible before either of us made a decision."

   Lesa nodded, "That was very sensible advice.  Would you like to test
your mutual compatibility with us tonight?  If you petition Jake to be your
sponsor, then you'll also have me as a bedmate from time-to-time.  Think
you can deal with that?"

   "I'm not sure," Denise replied.  "I've never slept with a woman before."

   Lesa smiled, "Would you like for me to be your first?" Lesa didn't wait
for an answer, she remove her robe and gown and stood naked in the room
with Denise and Jake.  Lesa was clearly comfortable with her nudity.  When
Denise began to breathe again, Lesa got into the middle of the bed and
patiently waited for Denise's next move.

   Jake stepped behind Denise and grasped the collar of her robe at each
shoulder as though he were helping her remove an overcoat.  Denise lowered
her arms and reached back as Jake guided the garment down her arms.  He
draped the robe on a nearby chair and again stepped behind her.  He gripped
her upper arms at the shoulder, leaned into the right side of her neck and
kissed the juncture of neck and shoulder causing Denise to scrunch her
shoulders a bit.

   When he had kissed a trail up her neck to her earlobe, he asked in a
soft whisper, "Are you ready?" He waited a moment that stretched into three
heartbeats.  When Denise nodded, Jake stepped back, leaned down, gripped
the hem of the translucent gown, and gathered the material in his open
hands as they traced her sides to her armpits, then up her upraised arms
until he was reaching above her with the gown in his hands.

   Jake took a moment to admire the almost naked woman when he turned back
toward her after dropping the gown on top of her robe.  She had a narrow
ribcage and short waist sitting on ample hips.  There was a gap wide enough
for his hand at the juncture of her long legs and wide hips.  All that was
left was a flimsy pair of white lace panties.

   Denise gasped when Jake ran his hands down her bare back to grip her
waist as he moved in to kiss the left side of her neck.  There was no
protest when he moved his hands to grasp the waistband of the one remaining
bastion of her modesty.  Her breathing rate quickened as the panties slid
over the bulge of her hips and butt.  When they dropped to her ankles she
stepped out of both her panties and her slippers.

   Jake marveled at her swaying hips as she walked to the bed.  When she
leaned down to crawl into bed with Lesa, Jake got a glimpse of her plush,
hairless pussy lips.  He worked the waistband of his boxers over his raging
hard-on, and let them drop next to Denise's abandoned panties.  "Do I get
in next to you, Denise, or step around the bed and get in next to Lesa?"

   Denise gasped when she looked toward Jake.  His eight inches of shaft
behind the bare brownish-pink head had her full attention.  "Next to me,"
she tore her eyes away from Jake's groin and looked at Lesa, "If that's
okay with you, Lesa."

   Lesa smiled and stroked Denise's jaw and cheek.  "That's fine with me,
dear.  Will it be too much of a distraction if I caress and kiss you
intimately while your attention is on Jake?"

   "You can do whatever you like," Denise whispered.  "It'll be fine as
long as I'm allowed to get close and personal with Jake's amazing
equipment!"

   "I can live with that," Lesa replied as she and Denise slid over to make
room for Jake and his dick.

   Jake settled himself onto his back and drew Denise in for a kiss.  He
had not yet gotten a good look at either her breasts or her mons, but was
in no hurry.  The dim light revealed that her nipples and areola made up
about a third of her pert breasts.  As Denise kissed a line down Jake's
chest and twisted to face his groin, Lesa slid down to put one of Denise's
breasts within reach of one hand and an ass cheek in reach of the other and
began fondling the two dissimilar orbs.

   Denise had Jake's dick in her hand and was slowly jacking its length
before her line of kisses reached the throbbing tip.  When she felt it
brush her cheek, she backed away from Jake's abdomen enough to focus on the
pale purple head before engulfing it with her suddenly dry mouth.  As her
lips closed on the shaft and she slid more of his length into her mouth,
the moisture returned with a vengeance, especially when the swollen head
hit the entrance to her throat and triggered her gag reflex.

   She moaned at the texture and taste of the young man's dick as she
slowly bobbed her head on the long, thick shaft.  She was only vaguely
aware of the gentle fingers massaging her small breast and wet slot.  When
a small finger entered her tunnel she lunged forward suddenly and allowed
Jake's dick to slide into her throat.  She surprised herself when she
realized what she had done.  Until that moment she would have sworn that
'deep throat' was an urban legend.

   "Impressive," Denise heard a feminine voice that sounded as though it
was speaking from a dream, "very impressive, dear.  Few can accommodate
such a large shaft.  Now, swing your leg over Jake's face and give him a
real treat by feeding him your sweet essence straight from the source."

   The finger had withdrawn from her tunnel and a gentle hand guided her
thigh up and over a low-lying obstacle.  She felt moist lips close over her
wet nether lips and suck them in to be abused by the coarse surface of a
probing tongue.  She lunged forward in reaction to the sensory overload of
her tingling pussy and again took Jake's full length down her open throat,
only stopping when her chin slammed into the juncture of cock and abdomen.

   Lesa was a bit at loose ends with the couple next to her engaged in a
tightly clenched sixty-nine.  Denise's tits were crushed into Jakes short
ribs and her splayed knees concentrated her weight onto the juncture of her
mons and Jake's mouth.  The first pulse of semen from Jake's throbbing cock
took Denise by surprise.  Two shots went directly down her throat before
she backed off enough to take the remaining ones into her mouth before
swallowing.  Her climax quickly followed Jake's and Lesa backed off enough
for Denise to roll off of Jake and onto her side.

   "What can I do for you?" Jake asked as he looked at Lesa without really
being able to focus.

   "Help me get her onto her knees over my face and let me watch up close
as you fuck her," Lesa requested as she moved to take Jake's place as he
sat up and twisted away to get onto his knees.  Denise had just enough
presence of mind to help as the two maneuvered her over Lesa's supine body.

   Lesa nuzzled Denise's remaining patch of pubic hair as Jake's recovered
cock brushed past Lesa's nose and pushed into Denise's drooling opening. 
When Jake pulled back on Denise's hips to raise her onto her knees for
better penetration, Lesa was treated to the young woman's mouth searching
for hidden treasure in her own moist juncture.

   Eventually Jake released Denise's hips and fell back to lean on the
headboard after delivering a load of sperm into the hot, pulsing tunnel
that gripped and milked his cock.  Denise collapsed forward with white
spunk oozing from her gaping entrance.  Lesa lifted her head and closed her
mouth over Denise's entrance and probed her depths with her tongue.  It was
too much for Denise's sensitive flesh and she pulled away and rolled off of
Lesa.

   Lesa rolled onto her stomach and began sucking on Jake's flagging cock.
Her efforts were soon rewarded as life returned to the young man's lance.
She again reclined supine and pulled Jake on top of her.  As Jake's cock
found its mark, Lesa brought her knees toward her chest and hooked her
heels over Jake's buttocks as he stroked his length into her depths.

   Denise watch in amazement as the virile young man vigorously plowed into
his sexual mentor.  Lesa was clearly enjoying the abuse he was giving her
pussy, and was quite vocal when he pushed her over the top with a series of
fast, punishing thrusts before he collapsed onto her sweating body.

   There was surprising little mess in the bed.  After a quick cleanup in
the bathroom that was just outside the bedroom door, the three lovers
returned to the soft sheets and didn't stir until the alarm woke them at
4:00 AM.

   There were quick, hot showers and a fast breakfast of coffee and
croissant rolls before the two carloads of visitors were delivered to the
train station in the predawn hours of New Year's Day.

   Misty slept on the train after watching the colorful sunrise over the
Atlantic at the eastern entrance of Long Island Sound.  She successfully
talked the travelers into heading on home after a nice lunch in a Manhattan
restaurant.

   Favorable winds had them back in Marietta well before sundown.  Everyone
went to Lesa's house and after a light supper all of them found beds and
slept soundly until well after sunrise the next morning.