Archive-name: timebranches

From: laff@sal.cs.uiuc.edu (Joshua A Laff)

Subject: ARCHIVE: timeb.Z mf,ff,mm,heavy,dom,sm,group,sf,series

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me. Requests for just about anything concerning these posts will be ignored. See the FAQ in a.s.s.d for more information. And stop sending talk requests. Even when I'm logged in to this posting site, I usually have the window closed, and if I don't, it's because I'm WORKING

Archive-name: timeb

This story is intended to contain fifty percent plot and fifty percent .... This is what was intended, not necessarily what happened.

Warning: At a minimum, all four possible male/female combinations of three people will be covered, so you will probably be offended.

Part I.
The balcony overlooked a wasteland of grey grass and lonely scarecrow trees. Two figures lounged there: a woman, her black hair spilling over the white arm of the sofa, in a man's lap. A hand up her skirt, he stroked her wetness through silk. Tensing and relaxing her thigh muscles, she sighed,
"Ever wanted to walk outside?"
"No, just sitting here looking unsettles me sometimes, even on this side where you can't see the ruins." Sliding his hand around behind her, under the silk, and stroking between her cheeks with his longest finger, he said, "What I do want is to take you back inside and then take you in backside." She raised her head and kissed him, her tongue probing deep as his finger probed deeper.
"Not yet," she said, "You know I've never given that part of myself away."
"Mmm, if you're not ready..." He withdrew his finger a fraction.
"Oh, you and your toys and your friends have made me more than ready," she replied, "Especially Cytaea. She could spend a week stroking me, even on that silly canopied antique she sleeps in."
"She never actually sleeps in it, unless you've exhausted her so she can't move to her waterbed," he said, giving her left breast a gentle kiss. With well-trained muscles she squeezed his finger, gently slid him out, and slowly stood up, saying,
"I didn't have a man between my lips, upper or lower, until I was twenty. I'll keep my tightest place even tighter. But here's an idea: let me watch Javael pound you, then you can get between my virgin cheeks."
"Not Javael," he said, reaching beneath her skirt and sliding his palms up the backs of her thighs, "Javael is one of my biggest. You've seen him swinging his tool in the playroom." Sliding hands up under the silk, he grasped her cheeks, slid fingers in, and forcefully spread her open, " He would be very..."
"...hard to find room for, " she gasped, rising on tiptoe.
"Indeed." He released her, stood, and held her close. "But pick a prick that won't pickle me, and OK." For a minute they embraced and gazed through the one-seventh second time-shear, a miniature aurora, shimmering at the threshold of vision, which separated the house from the land outside. Bare feet whispering on oak flooring, they walked back inside.
"Sound's like the party's started," she whispered, nearing the playroom doorway, "Quiet, let's see who."
They were by the fireplace, she on hands and knees in the soft deep carpet, loose pantaloons down at her knees; he was behind her. Sweat flashed in the firelight on her ebony skin as he stroked her back and pushed up her blouse. Reaching down to hold her heavy breasts, he glided his hands under an unhooked red lace bra which fell loose and fluttered in rhythm with his thrusts. She threw her head back as he squeezed, closing her eyes and cooing a soft "Ah!" Her partner had not taken time to remove all his clothes either, his shirt was open and his pants were down around his knees, uncovering a hairy torso and muscular buttocks that clenched hard and released, clenched and released. Shoes and some other clothes were scattered on the rug or draped over a glass-top end table next to the hearthrug, but that was not what the pair at the door were concentrating on.
"I don't recognize him," she whispered, watching as the man reached one hand down between his furiously pumping partner's legs and thrust his body hard once, twice, three times. Her back arched, her shoulders, hips tensed, she cried out, and he gently slowed his pace. "But oh, he's good. That wasn't her first orgasm, either." For a time, he stroked her lazily, their pace gradually quickening, and then he grasped her hips, pulling her tightly to him, and leaned over whispering quickly. She nodded in response, and began to thrust back at him, harder and harder. He gripped her tighter, barely thrusting at all, working hard to keep the two of them from losing balance or bouncing apart. In seconds, their moans were audible the length of the room, and after a dozen thrusts so rough that the watchers each put a protective hand to their crotches, they collapsed onto the rug. She gently slid him out of her pussy and rolled over. They embraced and kissed deeply.
"He's Davys Cary, from a North American timeline, and I expect you know her. Let them rest a few minutes and we'll make introductions."
"U.S.A.?"
"No, Federated Republic. For him, America means Point Glacier to the canal, Channel Islands to what you'd call Okidara. He's a driver from Mexico City, I'm surprised that they can even communicate."
They waited a few minutes, touching each other, then announced their presence with some loud conversation, and strolled into the playroom.
"Darling, our guests have begun to arrive already." She turned to them and smiled, "May we join you? Oh, but first I think we should be introduced."
"Davys Cary and Kaela Mrata, may I present Zhenie Narviel," he said, as they sat down cross-legged by their guests.
"Pleased," said Davys, lazily stroking a pair of chocolate cookie nipples, "and, Ms. Zhenie, I'd happily suggest a lover's square, but this Mali beauty says mouthwork is taboo in her line, so if you could suggest something?"
"Oh you poor man," she said, getting to her feet and going to the table, "you wait right there." She rang a small hand-bell which stood on the table. Then she turned around and bent over, her short skirt rising, obviously for his benefit, and slowly lowered her silk briefs. She was just stepping out of them as the servant entered. To the tuxedoed young man she said, "a washbasin, towels and washcloth, please." As he left, she stretched to loosen back muscles, and leaned down to stroke Kaela's shoulder, "May I cut in?" Sitting next to Davys, she stroked his stiffening penis. As they changed partners, the servant returned and placed towels and a basin with warm scented water by the hearth. Zhenie rolled Davys onto a towel, dipped a washcloth, and began to gently wash his genitals.
Kaela stretched and sat up, knees wide, pressing the soles of her feet together, smiling as Eman watched her lips spread, revealing a very wet clitoris. "It's just forbidden for unmarrieds, Eman. I have many tastes, some that might even make you squirm, so long as I don't taste juice, his or," she watched Davy's hand go up Zhenie's skirt, "hers, for that matter. But it'll take time for me to get used to watching others do it." She stood up and began to dress.
"Barefoot," he said as she reached for her shoes, "it's one of our, ah, taboos. Maybe you'd like to visit the lower chambers, then, and see what you'd like to taste? The servants will see to your shoes."
She quickly finished dressing as Zhenie dropped the washcloth in the basin and wrapped a towel around Davys' stiff pole. He sighed and closed his eyes as she stroked him dry. Eman helped Kaela into her jacket and, seeing Davys' cockhead between Zhenie's lips, which then descended unhesitatingly to his root, suggested that they leave. In a last look over his shoulder, Eman saw Zhenie straddling Davys, lowering her pussy down to his tongue.
"Let's go see Cerisse," he said, walking toward a stairway at the end of the hall, "I assume you like women, in general."
"Oh, yummy! But I may just watch. I had a long trip, and a good workout just now."
"No problem. She's due for an inspection, anyway. I hope you'll play along."
"Of course." They walked down a hallway to where an oriental woman in a dark bodysuit waited by a door. She stood as they walked up.
"Cerisse is presentable?" he asked. The woman nodded towards the door. He knocked. A short-haired woman in a bright colored tunic and trousers opened the door. She wore no jewelry but a thick leather collar, with two small gems set in it. They entered a large clean brightly lit room with a king-sized bed and a high padded table only slightly smaller than the bed. Two walls were lined with closets, but otherwise there was nothing else visible in the room.
"Strip, cunt." he said. Then, as she teasingly began to unbutton her tunic, "No striptease! Inspection, slut." She slipped her tunic over her head, and in seconds had her clothes folded neatly on the bed and was up on the table on her knees, head down, pussy spread as wide as possible. He ran his hands over her body, sometimes roughly, sometimes pausing to knead or pinch, not missing a spot, even opening her mouth to examine her teeth. "All in order, not even a speck of belly-button lint on the bitch. Would you care to have a look?"
Kaela rubbed her hands together and smiled. First she ran a knuckle up each of Cerisse's legs, then gently along her pussylips. Abruptly she stopped, grasped her lips and stretched them violently apart provoking a gasp from the woman on the table. Cerisse gaped open and they could see deep into her wetness as Kaela rubbed each lip between thumb and finger. "A quality twat," Kaela commented, "but I think you ought to shave her more often." She removed her hands and wiped them on a kerchief.
"Indeed?" he said, reaching between her legs and mauling her bare mound for a second or two. "She doesn't shave herself, of course, as in the Barber's Paradox, so somebody else on this corridor will require punishment, but," he went to a cabinet and withdrew a switch, "she is also responsible for keeping herself presentable." Pushing down on her back with one hand so that her lips would protrude further between her legs, he began to whip her buttocks, thighs and lips. Tears of pain seeped from her closed eyes, but Kaela could also see powerful vaginal muscles working, drenched in juice. Ten strokes later, Eman laid the switch on the table and took Kaela's elbow, escorting her out. After the door closed, Kaela remarked, somewhat alarmed, "Won't that cause some scarring?"
"No," he replied, "Medical imports some amazing stuff from U.S.A.- or Ethiopian-dominated timelines. After she washes the switch and puts it away, she will have her welts tended to."
"I see. I wonder if we should go back to the playroom now, or wait a bit longer?"
"Wait a bit." He paused. "I do hope Zhenie didn't offend you, gobbling a prick like that so quickly."
"Oh, no. I just worry that I'll make someone here uncomfortable."
"Nonsense. We're not like straights who rag on gays who rag on bi's for being indecisive. Et settera. Et settera."
"Good. Now I think I'd like to find my room and be tucked in for a nap, it's been a long day."
"I have just the thing," he said, bending down to whisper in the attendant's ear. She left and returned swiftly with three men in tuxedoes. "They know about your preferences," he said, kissing her and turning to go.
"Are they to your taste?" the attendant asked her, indicating the men: a European, an African, and a second European, a large man with strong shoulders and long fingers.
"Delicious," she replied, chuckling at the attendant's choice of words.
"Would you like a bath? Or a massage? Or anything else?"
"Massage would be lovely, nothing else. But these tuxedoes! I would like to feel more than just hands."
"Of course." Two of the men trotted off, and the third led her up to her guest suite. By the time they arrived, both men were there, standing naked at either side of the turned-down bed. She walked over to the bed and sat down, savoring the sight of stiffening penises. These two men undressed her as the third slowly and sensuously peeled off his tuxedo, and then lay prone on the bed.
"No," she said, "turn over." He did, and she lay face up on top of him, her head cradled on his shoulder and his penis rising between her legs. The two other men massaged her expertly. Just before she dozed off, she stroked the big man's penis and murmured, "One of you sleep by me, and all three of you be here when I wake."

Eman returned to the playroom, arriving as Davys Cary, muffled in a silk cloak, was led out by a servant carrying his clothes. "Special request?" he asked, looking at the woman's enormous chest.
"Yes," Cary replied, "Zhenie said hospitality of the house, so I asked for the biggest (natural) pair here. Don't worry, I won't wear her out, I've about worn myself out today."
"Mmm," he mused. "If he says he's tired and wants you on top, dear," he called after her, "don't smother him." "Now where is Zhenie," he wondered.
"Right here," she said, walking in with a short, blond man in a tuxedo. "I think I've found the man for you." Eman turned around to see Zhenie unzip the mans fly, reach in and pull out cock and balls. "I'll get him ready for you," she said, licking her lips and bending down to run her tongue up and down the stiffening organ, urging it's head out of the foreskin.
"I assume you're better prepared than just that," he smiled.
"Of course," she replied, straightening up and taking a tube from a pocket of her robe, "so let's get to it." She sat down next to a low padded table and patted it invitingly. He walked over slowly, dropping garments as he went, and stood before her nude. She twirled her finger, and he turned. Stopping him when his back was to her, she told him, "Bend over darling." He did, and, without needing to be told, reached back, grasped, and spread his cheeks. Seconds later he felt cool hands sliding into him, probing lubricant deep past his loosening anus. Removing her fingers, she patted the table again, "On your back, so I can see how your balls tighten when a man comes inside you." As he lay down, she slowly greased the erect cock of the nude man who now stood beside her. Eman gripped the backs of his knees, and watched her position the man's cock at his anus. As the shaft slowly filled him, he felt a hand on his balls and gentle fingers on his cock. "I'll make you squirt," she whispered, "and the next time we're together, you can squirt anywhere inside me you want." She stroked his cock and cupped his balls firmly as the blond thrust into him. The internal and external stimulation was almost too much. He wished she had slipped off her robe, but he knew she had thought of that and decided not. He concentrated on the touch of her hands, and grew very hard. She pumped his hardness, feeling his scrotum tighten as the greased penis slid in to the hilt, out, and in again, faster and faster. She quickened her pace, and both men groaned. "Ah, how exquisite," she said, watching their bodies grow damp with perspiration. "Feel his balls bounce off your ass," she whispered, "think how the sperm will shoot from them into you. I like seeing your ass spread by another man. Squeeze your tunnel around this stud's cock and give the boy a good time. Now! Give me some hot come!" The words sent him over the edge. Sperm spurted, splashing warm on both heaving chests, an instant before the penis inside filled him with liquid heat. She kissed him and licked her fingers. Both men flopped to the floor exhausted as she got up to leave.

End of part I. Everything in this document is true except this sentence.

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Archive-name: timeb-2

This story is intended to contain fifty percent plot and fifty percent .... This is what was intended, not necessarily what happened.

Warning: At a minimum, all four possible male/female combinations of three people will be covered, so you will probably be offended.

Part II.
Zhenie glanced at her watch as she hurried through the house, leaving oak and stone elegance for the brightly lit antiseptic atmosphere of the west wing. She found a man and a woman in grey uniforms stationed at the Doorway consoles.
"I have a whim," she told them, picking up a Wolfe unit. "Find me a timeline where the city out there isn't an alpha-emitting pile of bricks and rusted automobiles. Eman told me there's one in Gazeek's banks," she patted the terminal, "that's almost as much fun as this little palace here."
"It will take some time to set up the transfer, Ms. Narviel," said the woman, "and we're due to go off shift shortly."
"Oh dear, how thoughtless of me not to consider the time. I don't suppose you'd like to wait with me in my suite? I'm sure we could find some way to pass the time." She walked up to the woman, took her in her arms and kissed her deeply. Fifteen minutes later they were leaving with Zhenie as the evening shift took their places. Zhenie used the time to introduce herself to Clahr and Aurye, and to confirm her playroom observations of Aurye's interest in her, and her suspicions of Clahr's desire for Zhenie's delicate personal maid. As planned, Elli was waiting in Zhenie's bedroom when they arrived.
Zhenie went immediately to Elli and kissed her on the cheek, introducing Clahr. Elli smiled and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing small hard breasts that needed no bra. Her nipples came erect at Zhenie's touch. In seconds the man was out of his uniform. Zhenie moved over to him, opened his underwear, and gently extracted a thick cock with a drop of juice already forming at the tip. As she stroked him, she whispered, "Elli would like to be taken hard, up against the wall. Her bikini unties at the sides. If you should find," she smiled lasciviously, "that she's wearing anything under her skirt at all." Zhenie backed away and undressed quickly, getting into bed with Aurye, who embraced her and gently stroked her hair. The two women snuggled under the sheets and pressed their bodies together. Aurye savored the feel of the older woman's warm full breasts against her, and the softness of Zhenie's thick fur as their pubic mounds rubbed together. As they grew warm and wet, they lazily hugged each other, caressed hair, back and thigh, and listened to the urgent voices of the standing lovers.
Elli went over to Clahr and kissed him, taking his balls in the palm of her left hand and encircling his cock with the fingers of her right. Clahr reached under her skirt and untied her bikini at both hips, pulling it out from behind so that it rubbed her clitoris as it came free. "I hear you like it rough," he said, "how rough?"
"Very rough, but not scrapes and bruises. Why are you waiting? I'll tell you if you're too violent."
"I'm waiting for you to finish undressing me." The harsh tone of his voice made her spine tingle, and she bent over to lower his pants, then got to her knees and began to tongue him. His ran his fingers tenderly through her hair a few time, then suddenly took it all in his fist and dragged her to her feet. He smothered her startled cries by crushing his lips to hers and thrusting deep with his tongue.
He released her and she slumped back against the wall. "Uhh!" she grunted, rolling her hips, "That makes me so wet!" He hiked up her skirt and, reaching behind her, put his large hands around her slim buns. His heavy shoulder muscles bunching, he lifted her into the air, and pushed her back against the wall with his upper body. She raised her knees and spread her legs, excited by the rough feel of his hands cupping her buttocks, his fingers deep inside her crack from her backbone to the sides of her anus to the opening of her vagina. She leaned forward and draped her arms around his neck, nails scratching his back, nipples rubbing his chest, head lolling to the side. Her eyes were closed, her expression dreamy. He kissed her neck, maneuvering her hips to him so he was positioned at her opening and then, in a sudden thrust, pulled her down as he pistoned himself up into her. She shuddered, and stifled a scream by sinking her teeth into the muscles of his left shoulder. He stepped forward, forced her back against the wall again, and thrust hard and fast into her, spreading her backside cleft to the limit as his fingers squeezed into the flesh of her buttocks.
She groaned and strained with her pelvic muscles. His middle fingers felt her anal sphincter contract, and gently but firmly spread it back open. Her vagina massaged his penis. "Oh, I'm so close!" she panted, "I need you to pump me full of thick, hot, Yes! Yes! Squeeze my ass, suck my nipples. Uh, uh, UH! Deep! In! Against! My! Clit! Tongue...cock...fill me...slide fingers up my...ah...ah...AH!" She threw her head back, eyes gleaming, squealing in ecstasy as she felt his penis throb and fill her with hot splashes of cream. Zhenie and Aurye watched as the pair, breathing heavily, slid to the floor, leaving a damp stain on the wall.
"No scratches, indeed!" said Zhenie, trailing her fingers through her partner's pubic fur, now sopping wet, "See what she's done to his back." They giggled and turned to each other, kissing with fierce desire. Aurye was hot now, and pushed back the sheets so she could look as Zhenie lay on her back and stretched arms and legs out luxuriously.
"I've wanted to share your bed ever since I first saw you," Aurye sighed, stroking Zhenie's cheek, "but there was always some other woman's hand there," she stroked down Zhenie's neck and breast, "or some big male sausage here," she ran her hand down to Zhenie's crotch and slid her fingers through the hair to touch Zhenie's wet lips. Smiling, Zhenie opened her legs, exposing her clitoris to Aurye's touch. Running her fingers down the sensitive skin, Aurye penetrated the opening below, then back to Zhenie's clitoris, then down again and up, in a gentle rhythm that quickened Zhenie's breathing.
Zhenie, her chest heaving, gasped, "I want to feel you on top of me, want to feel your clit against mine." Aurye gave her clitoris a few more flicks, playfully, and then rose to her knees and moved between Zhenie's legs. She stretched her right leg up and put it over Zhenie's left hip, and, doing a split like a ballerina, lowered her sex until it touched Zhenie's. Slowly the lovers ground their hips together, clitorises rubbing like tongues between lips that kissed. Aurye reached for Zhenie's breasts, but had to put her hands down on the bed to steady herself. "I'd like to kiss you, she said lazily, "but I'm not that flexible." Zhenie's only response was to reach her hands up and stroke Aurye's shoulders. She moved her hands together to the back of her neck, and then, moving upward, ran her fingers through Aurye's hair. Reaching down, she took each breast in one of her hands and pushed them up, kneading them and pressing the nipples in with her thumbs. Her arms fell back on the bed as warmth began to fill her, flowing from where Aurye's pussy rubbed her, up her stomach to her breasts, up her spine to shiver the back of her neck. She moaned incoherently as she orgasmed. Aurye didn't stop, she rubbed harder and faster, the increasing friction soon bringing Zhenie to another vigorous orgasm, then a third, soft and sweet, as Aurye slowed the pace and then stopped, pressing her warmth firmly down on her partner's wet pussy. She waited until she caught her breath, and then said, "I'm sorry, I'm just not flexible enough to come in this position." Swinging her right leg down, she lay on top of Zhenie and they kissed.
Zhenie wrapped her arms and legs around Aurye and hugged her tight, then rolled her onto her back, and kissed her neck and breasts, moving down the front of her body. She licked and sucked Aurye's breasts and stroked her arms and sides. Aurye's back arched, her hips thrust upward, and she pushed Zhenie's head down to her opening legs. Zhenie got up and stood at the foot of the bed, sliding Aurye down, then kneeled on the carpet and, putting her hands inside Aurye's thighs, pushed them up and apart. She lowered her head and began to lick. She licked Aurye's thighs, her outer and inner lips, ran her tongue down the insides of her spread cheeks, gently tongued her clitoris, tickled the opening of her urethra, and penetrated deep into her vagina, thrusting her tongue in and out as Aurye's hips bucked up against her. Pausing a second, she reached her arms up around Aurye's hips and cupped Aurye's breasts. She stroked and squeezed Aurye's breasts and ran her tongue in and out of Aurye until she saw her stomach muscles contracting and her hips shake in climax. Aurye sighed and stroked the hands that rested on her chest, "Mmmm, this position I could do all night." Zhenie didn't have all night, so she licked the hairs out of her teeth, her tongue sore from overextension, put her lips on Aurye's clitoris, and gently sucked the sensitive flesh. She moved her right hand down and slid two fingers inside Aurye, resting her thumb on her back opening. Not giving her any time to relax, she worked her fingers in and out and flicked Aurye's clitoris, which rode in and out of her mouth as she sucked and squeezed. The bed shook as Aurye's body heaved. She moaned "Yes, yes!" again and again until her voice trailed off into wordless groaning. Finally she quieted and, muscles trembling with fatigue, closed her thighs around Zhenie. Zhenie saw she was finished and got up, wiping the back of her left hand across her mouth. Climbing back into bed, she put her arms and legs around Aurye and ran her fingers through her hair, kissing her lips and neck.
Aurye's breathing became slow and regular as she drifted off to sleep. Zhenie kissed her one last time on the breast, rolling her nipple on her tongue, got out of bed, and covered her up with sheet and blanket. Elli and Clahr slept on the carpet by the door to her bathroom. Clahr lay on his back, snoring lightly, with Elli's small frame draped over him, her blouse trailing on the floor and her skirt twisted up around her waist. Her legs were splayed open and she straddled one of his heavily muscled legs, leaving a sticky trail along his thigh where her wetness had rubbed him. Zhenie stepped over the sleeping pair and entered the bathroom. Quickly she straddled the bidet and sent a cool stream of water up into her genitals. Soaping and rinsing, she ran her fingers inside her vagina, realizing that none of the juice that flowed out of her was male. "I'll have to find someone this evening," she thought, as she quickly toweled off and dressed in her traveling clothes, which Elli had earlier laid out, and picked up her shoes. She quietly left her apartments, stopping to check her appearance in a mirror and pick up the Wolfe unit she had left on her dresser.
At the Doorway, two bored techs were running routine backups on Gazeek. They looked up as she entered. "No problem," she called to them as she sat at the transmitter console, "the codes are all in, I just need to get a local info bulletin and I'll be gone."
"Voice would be quicker," one of the techs remarked, as Zhenie quickly punched buttons. "What's the city's name in that line anyway?"
"Chicago," she said, pulling a terabyte card from its slot as she got up, and hurrying to the Doorway. It irised open, revealing a wash of rainbow moire patterns, and closed after her.
She stepped through onto a concrete floor in an empty windowless room lit by fluorescent lights. Shaking her head to clear it, she looked around, found the monitor, and smiled into it, saying, "Jusren! Girl, it's me, Zhenie Narviel!" She repeated this, then dropped her shoes and slipped into them, waiting.
After a few minutes, a voice came over a hidden speaker, "Well, come on in, Zhenie darling," as a lock clicked open and the only door to the room slid open flooding the room with bright sunlight. Zhenie found herself in a tree-bordered yard. Hurrying up the brick path which led from the small Doorway outbuilding to a large white house, she found Jusren waiting for her on the porch.
"Great to see you," Jusren said, ushering her into the spacious livingroom, "I got your letter. How was Eman's place, out there in the wilderness?"
"All the comforts of home. That is, the home of someone quite wealthy who gives weeklong parties."
"I must come and visit, Lankar would love it, he's always getting into trouble here. He'll be back in town in a few hours, he can tell you all about it. This line has a fairly permissive society, at least here in the northeast, but you know how it is."
"Oh I hope it isn't," Zhenie responded, moving her hand to her skirt and gently rubbing herself, "I don't necessarily need a man to sleep beside me in bed, but I'd like to relax this evening, and my Celtic is a bit rusty for barhopping. I'm not often in lines where there was a Battle of Paris, so I'm used to at least a little germanic flavor to the language."
"Well, you can't have everything. The Paris/Kammerstein/Cheffyl- scandal timeline is quiet, with enough technology for a very comfortable life, a lovely community to build a home, if you have the money, which I do. Say!" she said abruptly, "You can fit into my clothes, can't you?"
"I might manage it, why?"
"I have an idea. You might not have to leave the house tonight, after all."
By the time Lankar returned, Jusren was just putting the finishing touches on Zhenie's thick makeup. Sending Zhenie into the bedroom, Jusren ran to the door. Sitting on the bed, she felt something scratch her back. "No wonder she's sure Lankar's never seen these clothes before," she muttered, breaking the plastic sales tag off her black lace underpants. Stuffing it in her shiny new, completely empty hand bag, she composed herself and drew her white fur coat around herself as voices in the hallway drew nearer.
She stood up as Jusren led Lankar in. Hardly waiting for Jusren to leave the room, she went up to Lankar and growled, "Hey babe, it's party time." Putting her black-gloved hands at the back of his head, she drew him to her and smeared his face with flaming red lipstick as she drove her tongue into his mouth. Lankar was startled, but only for a moment, then he kissed hard and pushed her coat off her shoulders, running his hands down her back. She reached down to stroke his hardening cock through his pants, then stepped aside and slipped out of her coat, laying it on a chair. As he stepped out of his pants, she lay back on the bed and hooked a gloved finger through a ring at her neck. She pulled on the ring and opened two inches of zipper, but left her breasts covered, hard nipples pushing out against the thin fabric. With the other hand she pulled up her leather miniskirt and stroked the lace underneath as she pursed her lips at him and then smiled mockingly. His cock swinging stiffly, he went to her and grabbed the neck of her blouse, pulling it apart and breaking the zipper. His urgency got her hot, and she pushed his hands under her skirt, moaning, "Get it inside me babe, the meter's running." As he pulled her underwear down, she shrugged off her top, her almost naked breasts now supported, but not covered, by an underwire. He reached down for them, but she pushed him back and, taking him in her hands, leaned down to spit, rubbing the lubricant on his penis with her gloved hands. He pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs, opening her up. Worried momentarily that he would try to take her virgin backdoor opening she spread her pussy lips wide with her fingers, the black leather on them shiny with her wet. He was on her then, thrusting into her, but she twisted her hips slightly and slowed her progress, complaining, "Give it a few easy ones first, get me wet, stud," which was a lie, but she was sure he wouldn't feel it. He was in in three tries, after which she relented and let him slide full length through her, as she hissed, "Yeah, good and deep, give me some of that, pump me, pump me full of the juice in your big swinging balls, give me...oh, Oh, OH!" Her body tightened, then shook, as he exploded inside her, then came to rest and rolled off. After resting a bit, she got up groggily, gathered her clothes and left, slapping him on the ass to let him know she was leaving.
In the hallway, she met Jusren, who showed her to a guest room, saying, "You should have just gone to sleep, I could see how tired you are."
"Nonsense," she yawned, "He thinks you paid for a quickie with a cheap black-leather whore in a fur coat. Surprise him with the truth in the morning."
"What, that you don't really like black leather?"
"You want a job as a comedian, huh? Don't quit the interline commerce business just yet."

End of part II. Everything in this document is true except this sentence.

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This story is intended to contain fifty percent plot and fifty percent .... This is what was intended, not necessarily what happened.

Warning: At a minimum, all four possible male/female combinations of three people will be covered, so you will probably be offended.

Part III.
Zhenie awoke as Jusren came in, carrying a covered tray smelling of hot rolls and coffee. She set it by Zhenie and sat on the bed, her terry robe falling carelessly open, revealing her small high breasts, nipples erect. "He's delighted about last night, I think it turned him on even more when I told him you weren't a fifty c.u. slut but just an old friend who liked games. He wanted to get inside me when we took a shower this morning, but I told him to save it for later." She put a hand under her robe and stroked herself lazily, thinking of how his soapy hands had caressed her. "By the way, there was a letter today from Eman."
"For me?" Zhenie said incredulousy.
"No, for me. I think he's figured out you didn't go to the Hainan/Atlas-Mtns/St.-Louis timeline." She closed her robe. "He's probably checking around."
Zhenie finished breakfast, then went into the adjoining bathroom, returning a few minutes later with the last of her pancake makeup scrubbed off. Kissing Jusren she said, "Tell me where I can find a robe and I'll slip into the shower."
Jusren licked her lips, eyes shining as she watched Zhenie's heavy breasts. "I thought you might prefer a bath," she said, going to a dresser and taking out a white terry robe, "Lankar is waiting downstairs with a bar of soap and a washcloth."
The tub was more than big enough for all three of them, and Zhenie luxuriated as Lankar and Jusren gently scrubbed her all over, Jusren running her fingers along the marks the underwire had left beneath Zhenie's breasts, Lankar washing her hair. Rinsing with a flexible spray attachment in one hand, Lankar slipped the other down between her legs and, seeing her legs spread, pushed two fingers inside her. Zhenie sighed as Jusren massaged her breasts and Lankar stroked inside her. She was kissing clean all over by now, but had no intention of asking them to stop. Lankar put away the spray, and slid his hand down from her hair to her back down to her buttocks. Still working the fingers of his left hand in and out of her vagina, he spread her buns and ran his right hand up and down her cleft. "Oh yes," she purred, feeling a finger tentatively probing her back opening, "I like being washed all over. But don't use more than two fingers, darling." She kissed him deeply, leaned back to Jusren and kissed her too, then floated lazily, legs spread wide, as the two caressed every part of her body.
Jusren and Zhenie got out of the tub and dried off, then brushed and blow dried their hair while Lankar shaved and watched them. When they saw him standing up to leave the tub, they slipped out of their robes and walked over to him, hand in hand. Jusren handed him a towel and they watched as he dried off, his cock stiffening. Jusren led him into their bedroom, with Zhenie following, stroking his back and tickling his buns.
Jusren was hot with anticipation. Pushing Lankar onto his back, she guided his penis to her, squatting down until its full length disappeared inside her. Zhenie, already glowing from the intimate massage in the bathtub, felt wet heat rising between her legs as she watched Jusren pump slowly, riding up and down his pole. But she didn't quite know what to do, so, sitting on the side of the bed and stroking Lankar's chest, she purred, "Hey, stud, want two women today?" For an answer, he reached for her breasts and squeezed them, pinching the nipples. She winced and pushed his hands down, wondering where men got the idea that nipples were somehow a more durable erogenous zone than any other on a woman's body. Leaning over him, she pushed her right breast to his waiting mouth and growled, in the low voice she'd used last night, "Careful, stud, these tits are what keep me in business, don't bite them."
He licked and sucked, sometimes taking as much of her as he could into his mouth, sometimes just flicking the tip of his tongue around her nipples then blowing softly on them so they stood erect. Zhenie looked back to watch Jusren riding his cock. She lifted her hips until only the head was inside her, then slid down him to rub her pussylips against the root, her breath hissing as she bit her lower lip and arched her back. Lankars's lips and the delicious sight of his glistening penis going deep into Jusren started Zhenie's juices flowing. She spread her knees and Lankar slid a hand up her thighs, to run his fingers through her pubic hair and stroke her lips. This gave Zhenie an idea. She put her right hand on Jusren's stomach, thumb down, and gently lowered it until her thumb was on her clitoris. Jusren looked down, startled, then smiled, then sucked her breath in sharply as Zhenie firmly massaged her sensitive button.
Lankar's mouth on her breasts felt wonderful, but his hand was clumsy in this position, so Zhenie got up and stood over him, facing Jusren, and lowered herself onto his face. Slipping her hands between her legs, she spread her lips as wide as she could and sat down on his tongue, just as Jusren had earlier sat down on his cock. Steadying herself with one hand, she resumed stroking Jusren, who was humping Lankar hard. Zhenie was pleasantly surprised to find that he was not distracted, his tongue working her expertly inside and out. She had felt better cunnilingus (indeed, she had given better) but only when she was relaxed on her back with someone who knew her well. Last night, she thought, she shouldn't have been so quick to get his cock inside her. She watched Lankar and Jusren move together, relishing the sight of her stomach and leg muscles tightening as he thrust his hips up. Lankar's tongue was suddenly pressing more firmly against her, thrusting deeper as she ground her pussy into his face and climaxed. When she came back aware after a few seconds, she noticed that she had kept her hand between Jusren's legs, but was no longer stroking her. As she resumed, finding Jusren's fur very wet from an orgasm of her own, she felt Lankar's hands on her buttocks, gently sliding her down so he could run his tongue along her cleft, rimming her. Amazed at his control, she felt him tenderly probe her back passage as he thrust his cock up roughly into Jusren's pussy.
"Oh yes," she moaned lazily, "That's, mmm, good, no man's ever done, mmm, that to me before!" This statement was true, a rarity in lovemaking. Cytaea had initiated her, but Cytaea's was the only tongue to caress her there. Until now.
Jusren came back from her own orgasm, the second, and saw the absentminded post-orgasmic look on Zhenie's face. Gazing down past Zhenie's slowly swaying breasts, she expected to find her vaginal lips rubbing Lankar's mouth. Instead, she saw thick pubic hair around spread lips, Zhenie's clitoris uncovered, and her vagina wide open, muscles tensing and relaxing. But when she saw his hands holding her backside apart, she raised her eyelids in surprise. Gasping in furious ecstasy, she reached for Zhenie, trying to slap her face, but only losing her balance, screaming, "You bitch, he's never done that for me. Whore! No wonder you were so hot for him last night. Zhenie, you slimy twat!" She stopped suddenly and gasped, as the cock inside her began to piston fast and hard. Lankar, sent over the edge by Jusren's words, released Zhenie and grabbed Jusren's buns, holding her tight as he thrust and exploded inside her. Zhenie saw Jusren arch her neck and close her eyes, mouth open, groaning with pleasure. Reaching for Jusren's crotch, she feverishly stroked her, fingers rubbing hard every time Lankar pushed up against them. Jusren clenched her fists, and then tensed every muscle in her body and shuddered.
For a few seconds none of them moved. Jusren, recovering herself, but still breathing heavily, leaned over and kissed Zhenie, then pushed her roughly off Lankar. Zhenie sprawled on the rug, watching as Jusren got up and turned around to lie on Lankar in a 69. She rested her head on his right thigh and ignored his sticky, softening cock. Grasping his balls and squeezing playfully, then somewhat harder, she thrust her cheeks in his face and said sweetly, "Give me some of that tongue, baby, and don't stop until I say."
Zhenie stretched leisurely, leaning against the headboard and flexing her leg muscles, stiff from squatting. She saw Jusren close her eyes, enjoying afterglow and the delicate intimate sensations of Lankar's tongue. Stroking Jusren's back absently, she noticed Lankar's neck straining, and put a pillow under his head, then she stood up, and walked back to the big bathtub. The water was still very warm.
She washed again, keeping her hair out of the water this time, then went up to her room and dressed in her traveling clothes: black cotton jogging bra and black cotton briefs, an expensive but conservative white silk blouse, durable grey trousers, brown leather boots, and a heavy coat with many things stuffed into many pockets. Making her way back to Lankar and Jusren, she wondered if she shouldn't just leave quietly, but decided the Doorway would be too much of a nuisance without their help. They lay in bed, stroking each other in the lazy afterglow, eventually noticing her standing quietly in the doorway.
"Oh Zhenie darling!" said Jusren in a worried voice, "I'm terribly sorry about all that, but he's never, you know. I do hope you're not leaving on account of that." She stumbled over her words.
"Oh no, don't be uncomfortable. I understand how you felt." She put her hand on Jusren's shoulder and looked at Lankar, "Your tongue felt lovely, but you should have shared with her a long time ago. She's experienced. Been places you've never heard of, she can go with anything you want. Now, I really do have to go. I told you when I arrived that I would leave the next morning, so it's nothing to do with what just happened." She kissed them both, asked where the Doorway controls were located, and headed off to Chicago.

Eman had looked in Chicago, indeed in many Chicago's, most of which weren't even called Chicago, and had not found Zhenie. Ready to give up, and confident that she was unlikely to be in any danger, he strolled back to the playroom. Guests were sprawled all over, most on large soft pillows, some on the rug, and some snuggled up together on sofas or the well-padded tables. All were asleep except for, he chuckled to himself, an Indus Valley Girl. She was a heavy, sensuous, woman with black hair and brightly painted eyelids, which were now half closed. She was on a small raised stage, the only part of the playroom not carpeted, at the opposite end of the room from the fireplace. Early in the evening, two other guests had moved a heavy armchair up there at her request, and she had started everyone to the orgy early by climbing into it and unwrapping her sari. Hooking her legs over the arms of the chair, she had put a very thick rubber penis between her labia and smiled as everyone in the room stared at her. Enam saw she still had it, and was still sliding it deep into herself, sighing contentedly, looking as if she had been in the chair the whole night. He couldn't remember her name, but the toy she was using convinced him of her origins. Nothing like that was in the playroom toybox (though certainly there was in the lower chambers) and the Mogul/California-revolt/AfricaRaj line was known for its dedication to a historical revival of ancient exotic practices.
He looked for Kaela among the snoring bodies, and then remembered she had gone to bed early and had missed most of the fun, as did he, trying to locate Zhenie. He decided to visit Kaela.
There was no "Do Not Disturb" sign on her door, so he knocked softly. The tired man who answered the door was one of the three Enam had sent her to bed with last night. Sounds of vigorous lovemaking came from the room, Kaela's voice among them. He smiled and stepped into the room. Kaela was on her back, the tall man between her legs, sweating as he thrust his hips. Eman moved to the side of the bed, where the third man was sprawled, exhausted, in a chair. Kaela smiled as he came close, and licked her lips, "Mmm, this is a wonderful place you have here, Eman." As he bent over and kissed her, she continued, "I especially admire the quality of the help." She reached up and stroked the third man's chest, then pulled him down and hugged him to her, whispering urgently into his ear, "I like it hard and fast like you do it. Oh! Just like that. Oh god, yes! Ram it into me! Fill me with a gallon of your sweet hot juice." She clawed his back frantically as her climax neared and moaned, "Now! Now! Give it to me NOW!" The two of them thrust hips together furiously, then subsided. After half a minute, the man rolled off, then got up and staggered into the bathroom and closed the door.
Kaela smiled and wiped the perspiration off her forehead with the back of her wrist. "You boys were marvelous, Salanancer," she said to the man who had let Eman in, "all of you give me a goodbye kiss before you leave. I'm sure Eman will agree you can take a break now." The third man came out of the bathroom as Salanancer was waking the man in the armchair. All three gave her a hug and kiss and then, putting on bathrobes, they gathered their clothes and filed out.
"Would you get me a cold drink of water?" purred Kaela, stretching like a cat, "Then come and join me?"
"Certainly," said Eman, chuckling as he went into the bathroom.
She drank deep from the glass Eman brought, then handed it back. As he set it on the dresser, she hummed and whispered in a low voice that quickened his pulse, "Come and join me, darling, it's still early in the day."
Taking off his robe, he went to her, "Would you like to shift to another position, marathon lady?" She shook her head, grinning, and opened her legs. He knew she'd have to be wet, through and through, so he slid into her fast, but kept up the conversation.
"So what was it about yesterday that has you so active this morning? I'd have thought your evening with Davys would last you at least, oh, twenty-four hours."
"That little performance in the lower chambers. I dreamed about it last night, it reminded me of Daena Viilik, a woman who made a pleasure house out of an old castle in Frankreik. I was wet when I woke up."
"Frankreik?"
"Yes, in the Saladin/Lake-Chad/Treaty-of-Syracuse timeline, a small kingdom located around the Rhine river. She lives in a town called Koln, has the most exotic fun. Never gives parties though, not like you."
Have to visit that place, he mused, quickening his pace as the idea increased his excitement. Then, "Say, there are some boys and girls downstairs who might like a trip there, if you could swing it."
"Oh, yes!" He wasn't quite sure whether she was reacting to his words or his actions. "Mmm, yes, I would love an excuse to see Ms. Viilik again, and a nice fresh piece of meat would be a perfect gift. Oh yes, do that again! It's a lovely place, her castle. Discipline. Regulation of every minute of the day. Hygiene. Mmm. Just thinking about it makes me hot inside." She squeezed his penis inside her and stroked his chest. Her touch was magic, giving him goosebumps. With a yell, he thrust hard into her, and she cried out, "Ah, ah, ah, I'm coming babe, I'm coming! Yes, Yes! YES!" Spasming, he emptied his balls into her then laid his chest down on her warm breasts and kissed her.
"I'll give you a full tour of the lower chambers, and you can pick out a present for Ms. Viilik."
"Great, but you'll have to give him a quick course in Frankish."
"Hmm?"
"A Germanic branch language."
"Oh."
End of part III. Everything in this document is true except this sentence.

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Title: Timebranches Archive name TIMEB

This story is intended to contain fifty percent plot and fifty percent .... This is what was intended, not necessarily what happened.

Warning: At a minimum, all four possible male/female combinations of three people will be covered, so you will probably be offended.

Part IV.
Kaela lay in bed stretched out luxuriously on her back as Andirss gently stroked her.
"That's lovely, but a woman likes to be stroked all over, not just her tits and her pussy."
"Mmm," he said, running his hands down the insides of her thighs, "but your tits are so absolutely delectable!" He bent his head down and kissed nipples the size and color of chocolate cookies.
"Well, once they settle you in here, you'll have to follow strict orders, so you'd better get used to it." She opened her knees, spreading her lips, her wet clitoris poking out. His fingers slid up until they were at her vaginal entrance, then his longest finger slid gently in, and he rested the heel of his hand on her warm mound.
"That's not the only thing to get used to about this place. For instance, why are you going to wear me out tonight when you have to present me to her tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow morning," her breath caught as he stroked his middle finger a fraction faster, "Ah yes! Just like that," She relaxed her hips and resumed, "Tomorrow morning, I will see that you are cleaned and dressed for presentation, which won't require you to get an erection. In fact I doubt if she will even look at your cock during your initiation. Oh, right, by the way, you must remember not to have anything to eat before you're brought to her, she wants you clear. But you won't need to get stiff. Besides, we had a long flight up from Dakkar, and the drive from Koln International was a nuisance. I need to relax." With one hand, she stroked him, with the other, she pulled his hand away from her pussy. He got up and kneeled between her legs.
"And why does this room have two beds in it?" he asked, slowly rubbing the head of his penis up and down between her outer lips.
"All the guest rooms here are for more than one couple. She likes the idea of forced intimacy between strangers. If there are any more guests tonight, we'll be putting on a show for them." The thought excited him, and he thrust hard, causing her to gasp. Then he halted abruptly and relaxed on top of her, whispering confidentially, "Let's wait and see who shows up then."
"Silly boy," she said, kissing him and squeezing with pelvic muscles, her vaginal grip tight at the base of his deep-thrust penis. Their kisses were light and friendly, then became rougher and more urgent, just as the door opened and two women came in. Both had the short hair and sculpted bodies of athletes, warmup suits completed the picture. The brunette could have been a tennis or soccer player, but the redhead was harder to classify, she was shorter, heavier, and had enormous breasts. Kaela thought they looked quite uncomfortable, even as she felt her partner stiffen his penis inside her at the sight of them. The two women were arguing.
"That's not fair," the shorter one was saying, "we agreed that there was nothing exclusive. You've certainly been working your tongue in that kid's box enough. So why do you get so bothered by my seeing Larc?"
"I can't deal with someone who's not committed. You can play with other women, that's fine, but if I see you with that stupid sausage Larc-" The other woman slapped her.
"Bitch!" she hit back, a hard punch that snapped the shorter woman's head back. Stepping forward, she grabbed the redhead's collar, ripped the front of her suit open, and reached in to wrench open the front-close bra, brutally mauling her breasts in the process. The brunette moved around behind her as she blinked her eyes in a daze, raising her arms to cradle her breasts. Next, the bottom of her suit came down, the underwear with it, and the brunette pushed her face down on the bed. Holding her neck with one hand, she fumbled in a carrybag with the other, producing a large dildo.
"OK, you want a big, greasy, sausage? I'll give you!" Putting her knee in the struggling woman's back, she reached back and spread her victim's legs roughly apart, and jammed the rubber penis inside her. "A nice sausage," she sneered, "bigger than any you'll ever find on a man. No need for condoms, no worries about catching nasty little bugs."
"Condoms!" Whispered Kaela, "How primitive! we could make a fortune in trade with this timeline!"
"You're hurting me!" the redhead yelled, "I've never dryscrewed you! Get off me!"
"I'll get you off," she said, spitting on the tool, "and a sausage seems to be what you want."
Kaela felt Andirss begin thrusting, obviously excited by the scene. She felt the same thrill of rough sex, but she worried. The voices were too bitter for just playacting. Nevertheless, her juices flowed as he thrust, and she was soon paying less than half attention to the world outside their bed.
The brunette spit on the dildo again, and moved it faster. She no longer had to hold the other woman's neck, but gently stroked her hair. Her legs opened up as far as they could, and her hips rose off the bed, making it easier, but even so, she winced when she felt the dildo driven in too hard or too deep. As her own lubrication coated the shaft, a wet spot formed on the sheet beneath her and her chest began to heave. After a long time, she began to push back against the rubber penis, then worked her hips and tensed her taut thigh muscles, mumbling, a few seconds later, "Stop, stop, Meze, enough, enough."
The sound of the woman in the other bed reaching her climax was too much for Andirss. He had been inside Kaela for a long dreamy time, and was overdue. Stars exploded in his mind, and the heat rose inside his cock, which pulsed and shot off inside Kaela. Feeling the warm splash inside her, she went into her own soft spasm.
The woman with the dildo didn't stop, however, but jammed it in hard, another half a dozen times, then pulled it out, the redhead gasping, "Nnno! That hhhurts! No! No!" Wiping tears from her eyes, she collapsed on the bed, sobbing. The brunette stood up, wiped the tool on the sheets, then bent over her, hissing, "This is all the sensitivity you'll ever get from a sausage," and cruelly rammed the dry rubber rod back into her. It only went halfway in the first thrust, and she decided not to make a second when the redhead screamed in pain and thrashed about, pulling it out of her hand and trying to get up. Picking up a suitcase and carrybag, the taller woman quickly left, slamming the door with a curse. The other woman, in fury, threw the dildo, it made a wet smack on the closed door.
Kaela and Andirss went over to her, but the woman was inconsolable and sobbed that she wanted to be left alone. After a time, she reached into one of her bags and pulled out a much smaller dildo. Kaela and Andirss drifted off to sleep hearing the sounds of low moaning and an occasional sniffle.

The next morning, Kaela and Andirss woke early and went to one of the big communal showers. Kaela scrubbed Andirss until he glowed, cleaning every part from behind his ears to between his toes. Normally, she might have spent a long time with his genitals, but today they couldn't jump back in bed, so she merely checked that all traces of last night were gone. After they dried off, she made sure he brushed his teeth, scrubbed his tongue with the toothbrush, and cleaned his ears and fingernails. She then pointed to one of the toilet cubicles and said, "Empty your bladder and bowels, thoroughly. I'll be right back." When he emerged, she was wearing rubber gloves and carrying a full enema bag. He asked no questions, just lay down on a low padded bench, spreading his legs. She greased the nozzle and gently slid it into him, then hung the bag on a convenient wall hook. Warm fluid began to fill him. Sitting beside him, she massaged his belly and spoke softly, "Relax, we have to do this until it comes out crystal clear. You'll get used to it. Some people even find it spiritual, being clean inside and out." When the bag was empty, she helped him to a porcelain seat with a chamber pot beneath. He expelled, feeling his insides contract, the sense of emptiness made him lightheaded. She washed him with warm water and a soft washcloth, then told him to empty the pot while she prepared another enema. By the third time, he found the slick nozzle to be an erotic sensation, pumping more into him than any man ever could, and was almost regretful when she pronounced him clean and ready for any lovers, male or female.
Daena Viilik was eating breakfast when Kaela and Andirss came to her. Kaela spoke formally, "This is the man I called you about. I've brought him to spend six months with you."
"Thank you, my dear," said the seated woman with a smile. She had black hair, drawn back in a clasp, and wore a simple white shirt, quite conservative, except that her large breasts strained against the material, stretching it apart between the second and third buttons to reveal a glimpse of a thick black leather brassiere. "Sit, sit," she said, "Don't stand on ceremony. Though I'm afraid he must have nothing but a glass of water. It is not his scheduled time to eat, and if he wishes to stay here he should begin the routine now." Two servants, a man and a woman, cleared away some dishes and brought Kaela a plate of fried okra. A small bowl on a stem, like a large egg cup, was placed before Daena, and she ate a spoonful steaming hot custard as the servants moved to stand behind her. Kaela noticed that both the servants had shaved pubic regions. Savoring her mouthful with a dreamy look, Daena spoke again, this time to Andirss. "First, have you had experience with men?"
"Yes," he responded, "nothing heavy, but I have serviced three at one time."
"Splendid. And do you wish to be shaven or not? You need not decide now, as there will be only one difference in your treatment, but start thinking about it." She pushed her dishes aside and motioned to the man behind her. "Let me demonstrate," she reached up to cup the man's balls in her left hand, "I only have my dessert course from a man whose hairs will not get in my teeth." She slid the penis head into her mouth (Kaela, embarrassed, averted her eyes) and wrapped her right hand around the shaft. Gently kissing the head, rolling her tongue around it, and stroking with her hand, she expertly brought him to climax. Licking her lips, she turned and said, "Finally, everyone here eats vegetarian. Your white sauce tastes so much better if you do."
Kaela smiled weakly, stood up and said, "I think I'd best be going back to my room."
"Of course, my dear. Enjoy your stay here, if there's anything you desire, just ring the bell." Kaela left, and Daena turned to Andirss. "Now, let us begin," she said, pushing her chair back and waving him over to her. She undressed him, tossing his clothes to the servants, until he was wearing nothing but a black elastic pouch encasing his genitals and the thin belt which held it on. Sitting down again, she spread her legs so her black leather skirt rose, revealing pubic hair. Smiling as she saw his penis expand, she closed her legs, smoothing her skirt, and said, "Now lay across me." He did so. Gently stroking his back, she purred, "For initiation day, you will be Napoleon, and I have dozens of cooks to fill you with cream." He heard footsteps entering the room and felt other hands on his body, then a short man in tight jockey briefs stood before him. Not waiting for a command, he pulled the man's briefs down, uncovering a small hard cock and a pair of very hairy balls. Reaching behind the man to cup his buttocks, Andirss tongued the sensitive head of his penis. As he pulled the man to him to swallow the shaft, he felt strong hands spreading him open and cool wet fingers probing his backside, then a thick shaft filled him. He squirmed and tried urgently to relax his sphincter, which only tightened it. The man behind him, stimulated by the friction of the tight orifice, groaned and almost immediately filled him with a load of cream. The cock rested inside him for a few seconds, while Andirss brought off the other man, swallowing most of the flood of semen that filled his mouth and letting the rest drip down his chin. The man in front of him was replaced by another in button front blue jeans, and behind him he felt another cockhead at his anus. Many hands were on his body, stroked his back, kneaded his thighs, and spread his buttocks. Feeling himself the focus of desire, he sighed in ecstasy. His behind relaxed and he was comfortably filled again. Quickly, he unbuttoned the jeans in front of him and reached in, finding a large shaven cock not covered by any underwear. He licked the length of it, then, imitating Daena's technique, gently kissed the head as he stroked the shaft and the man's exquisitely tight and smooth balls. The rest of the morning was a procession of zippers, buttons, briefs, thongs, bikinis, and even pouches like the one he wore. Opening them like presents, he found a delicious variety, all colors, circumcised and uncircumcised, shaven and unshaven, from tiny to tremendous. He lost count of the number of buns that tightened as he cupped them in his hands. Translucent white sauce glistened on his face and dripped down his spread cleft to his thighs.

A week later, Kaela was packing her bags when Daena came to her room. She sat on Kaela's bed and watched the other occupants of the room, a tanned middle-aged couple recently arrived. The man was on top, his penis deeply inside the woman, gently kissing and licking her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her only movement a slow hip roll. Daena devoured the sight as she spoke softly, so as not to disturb them, "The gentleman you brought is settling in excellently. Would you care to observe?"
"No oral sex?"
"Would I put you through that?" Daena said mischievously. "Come along," she headed for the door, Kaela following cautiously, and soon they were peering through a two-way mirror into a well-lit room.
Inside the room, Andirss was naked, a thin woman wearing nothing but a leather thong stood behind him. He bowed down at her order and grabbed his ankles as the woman spread lubricant over her hand. Sliding her hand between his cheeks, she felt for the opening to his rectum and eased fingers into him. As he relaxed, sighing softly, she pushed her whole hand past his anus. He tensed up at the sudden fullness, and then got down to his knees, supporting himself against a chair with one hand and reaching for his penis with the other. "No," she said roughly, "I'll make you shoot off without that." She rubbed his prostate gently, stiffening his penis, then clenched her fist and grinned as it stood fully erect, a drop of liquid gleaming at the tip. Her shoulder straining as she worked against his sensitive but strong internal muscles, she moved her fist into and out of his rectum, his penis swinging back and forth as she pushed. His breathing grew labored and his face contorted as she quickly brought him to the edge of orgasm, but without any stimulation of his penis, he couldn't ejaculate yet. He thought of her body, thought of spreading her open and entering her, imagined her going down on him, her lips and tongue and hand working him to a frenzy, but only another small drop of clear fluid emerged from his penis. "You will do as I say," she said sternly, "do not touch yourself. If you behave, I will permit you to climax. But I want to collect it all." She picked up a carved alabaster bowl and held it under him with her left hand. Increasing her pace, she pistoned him as fast as she dared, and then commanded him, "Now, clench those pretty buns and produce for me, or I'll really whip your ass! Now! Now!" Tensing his muscles as he was ordered, he screamed and ejaculated five hot streams into the bowl. She waited until he stopped convulsing, then withdrew her right hand and wiped it on a towel. She squeezed the last few drops out of his penis and permitted him to relax. He collapsed to the floor as she set the bowl securely in its niche and stood up.
In the darkened cubicle Daena smiled at Kaela, "I think he'll like his stay here."

End of part IV. Everything in this document is true except this sentence.

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This story is intended to contain fifty percent plot and fifty percent .... This is what was intended, not necessarily what happened.

Warning: At a minimum, all four possible male/female combinations of three people will be covered, so you will probably be offended.

Part V.
Zhenie loved Chicago in this timeline, especially since it was summer. A lovely pastel city of a hundred thousand, no heavy industry, a beautiful esplanade, and a long boardwalk along the clear blue lake. She was under the boardwalk now, relaxing in the shade with a jeweler named Xalle. His head between her legs, he ate her like caviar. Lacking cash, she had sold some gold, and he was the first friend she'd made. She had come to town unprepared in many other ways. The locals had a breast obsession, which she would have known had she time to scan her bulletin, and the clothing she had bought yesterday was too conspicuous, though it did impress Xalle when they met after work. In fact, her revealing top was probably why he'd been bold enough to take her under the boardwalk.
And he was a find! Not only was he taking the time for gentle foreplay, he was an expert with his tongue. His first move was to slide off her pants and underwear, but then he slowly stroked and kissed her from her knees to her navel, in no hurry to wrench her knees open and grind his tongue on her clit like a belt sander. She relaxed, cooing, and watched the sailboats on the lake through dreamy half-closed eyes, unbuttoning her last two buttons. Since her breasts were just the kind featured in local aftershave and perfume ads, she'd expected him to jump on them, but he'd only put his hand on her bush and whispered, "Let me eat your delicious pussy." She opened her legs wide, her hands holding the backs of her knees. He moved slowly, running his fingers and tongue down the insides of her thighs, through her pubic hair, and around the edges of her most sensitive spots. She was in heaven when he finally pushed her hands away and put his on the insides of her thighs. He ran his tongue lightly along her lips, down to her cheeks, around (but not into) her back passage, then up again, more firmly, to her lips. Sliding his hands down her thighs, he put his fingers gently to her lips, and opened her like a soft pink flower. Kissing the bud of her clitoris, he tasted her juices, then began to run his tongue up and down inside her. His touch was exquisite, and Zhenie squirmed and moaned as he tongued her from the top of her cleft, above her clit, down her inner lips, down, and finally burying his tongue deep in her love tunnel. Then he withdrew, circled her vaginal opening, retraced his path back up, and started all over again. Soon, her entire attention was closed down to the small area he was expertly tonguing. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, her fingers absently stroked her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She abandoned herself in the warmth flooding from between her legs, feeling her vaginal muscles tensing involuntarily, at first slowly and softly, then more and more strongly. Her back arched and her stomach muscles contracted, heaving her hips upward. He pushed down, spreading her further open, his tongue flicking deeper into her. Throwing her head back, mouth open in a silent scream, she bucked furiously against him, then subsided.
She came back from a long way away, to find herself cradled in his arms. His kiss tasted of her juices. "Let me feel you inside me, Xalle," she said softly. He slid in effortlessly and held himself above her, kissing and stroking her breasts, licking and blowing on her nipples so they wrinkled and hardened, all the while moving his penis in full length, then out, the head between her lips, then thrusting in, bouncing his balls against her, then out, then in again. He soon lost control, forgot everything except pumping into her, and finished with three furious thrusts. She savored the feeling of his penis pulsing inside her, and hugged his relaxing body as a sweet echo of her earlier orgasm rippled through her.

The next day after breakfast she went to the hotel desk to check her lockbox, and found the clerk in a very depressing mood. "Dreadful working midnight to eight," she remarked sympathetically.
"Oh, ah," the girl said forlornly, "It's not that. In fact, I'm off in half an hour. Ahh," she yawned, and shrugged.
Xalle would not be available for several days, so Zhenie thought it might be to her advantage to sit and read in the lobby for half an hour. Sure enough, the girl was soon sitting, if not next to her, at least much closer than a stranger normally would. So she took a chance and spoke up, "Waiting for the jitney, Tyree dear?" Her name tag said she was Tyree Janssberg, but still she was startled until she remembered that was how Zhenie knew.
"Yes, Ms. Narviel," she responded, "normally my boyfriend would come by, but" she shrugged.
"Oh dear, so it's that way. Hmm, and I bet you live in the same hostel, don't you?"
"Yeah," she said plaintively.
"Well then," she said, standing up, "Call-me-Zhenie-and-all-that- jazz, and come up to my suite for some coffee. If you should happen to fall asleep on one of the beds, then you're welcome to it."
"Oh thank you!" said Tyree, getting up and hurrying after her to the elevator.

Zhenie made coffee while Tyree wandered around the suite. She worried for a minute when Tyree looked through her bookcase, but she didn't seem shocked by the Lesbians And Bisexuals In Action comix she found, so Zhenie was smiling when she brought the coffee in. Tyree didn't want coffee, but she wasn't quite ready to fall asleep either, and after a moment of shyness, blurted out, "Avrall dumped me for one of the new girls, dumped me for a no-brain with long hair and big tits. It's so unfair, I hate all those bitches with big tops." Zhenie was startled at her fury, Tyree was startled herself. Giving Zhenie a guiltly look, she stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I don't want to sound insulting." Then her voice firmed, "But women with a figure like yours have such an advantage, it's unfair."
In answer, Zhenie stood up and put her hands to her waist. "See," she said, pulling her shirt over her head in a quick movement, "when you have a big chest, you need heavy strapping to keep it from smacking your knees." She turned and said, "unhook me, please." As the young girl did, she continued, "and I'm not really all that big, think of what the perfume-ad girls have to deal with. Look here," she took Tyree's wrist, "Does it really feel any different than yours?" She plastered Tyree's hand against her right breast. Both women shivered at the contact.
Tyree was not the brightest, but she could read such blatant signs. "I've never touched a woman like that," she said uncertainly, withdrawing her hand.
"Oh, I'm so terribly rude," Zhenie responded hastily. With a friendly hug, she said, "you just have a nap here and I'll get my interfering self out." Zhenie gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left, saying, "The apartment is yours, I promise not to be back until two.

Tyree's dreams were unsettling, full of Zhenie and Avrall and the sensation of Zhenie's soft skin on her hand. When she awoke, it was dusk. Groggy, she headed for the bathroom, pushed the door open, and found Zhenie in the tub, reading. "Hang on a minute," she said, getting up and reaching for a towel, "I knew I shouldn't have spent so long in here with only one bathroom in the place." Grabbing another towel for her hair, she pushed past Tyree and left.
Tyree sat and peed rivers, then rested her elbows on her knees, rubbing her eyes and wishing she could escape the scruffy, grimy feeling of someone who'd slept in her clothes. Zhenie was waiting outside as she left, saying, "I'll just be a minute, I always have to shower off after a bath." Tyree, feeling herself most unattractive, inexplicably heard herself responding, "Do you need someone to scrub your back?" With a sudden perverse thrill, she leered and licked her dry lips, looking directly into Zhenie's eyes. Zhenie was startled, but recovered smoothly. "Yes, I'd like that," she said, closing the door and dropping her towel, but not touching Tyree. "But I can't get in the shower with all these clothes on, can I?" Tyree said in her best low, sensuous voice, enjoying the role of the aggressor. "No, of course not," said Zhenie, bending down to untie Tyree's shoes. Untying each shoe, she slid her hand up Tyree's thigh to hold her leg so she could slide off the shoe and the sock. Standing, she put her hands on Tyree's hips and unzipped the side zippers on her jeans. She slid her hands under the waistband and pushed the tight denim down, caressing Tyree's thighs as she did so. Zhenie stepped back. Above those slender muscular thighs were virginal white cotton briefs, a sight that excited Zhenie far more than any Karla Ricci seduction silk would have. Zhenie fought to keep her hands from shaking as Tyree raised her arms and stood on tiptoe, allowing Zhenie to pull her baggy, shapeless sweatshirt over her head. Tyree wore nothing under it. Dropping the sweatshirt, Zhenie stared at her hard, tight breasts and well-toned body for a long moment. Tyree smiled, slipped off her briefs, then turned and bent over, legs slightly spread. Touching her toes, she said, "I always try to keep flexible." The sight of her pussylips open, swollen, and unmistakably primed, brought Zhenie out of her reverie. Turning the shower on, she stroked herself with one hand and smiled for Tyree to join her.
In the shower, Tyree eagerly ran a washcloth over the older woman's back, but, still somewhat shy, she could not bring herself to touch anywhere else. Deliciously warm water cascaded over both of them, but Tyree had goosebumps at being so close to another woman for the first time. Zhenie was not so shy, her soapy hands were soon skating everywhere over Tyree's skin. When, after a long time, Tyree was squeaky clean, the two of them embraced and kissed deeply, Zhenie gently probing her tongue past Tyree's lips and touching her teeth. The last barriers came down, her mouth opened, and she tasted Zhenie's tongue. Fumbling behind her, Tyree turned off the water and broke the kiss to whisper, "bedroom."
In bed, Zhenie held her and kissed her again, long and lovingly, her mouth, her cheeks, her neck. She moved down to Tyree's breasts, kissing and sucking on one, stroking the other with her free hand. "Mmm," she sighed, "I like that. Avrall never used to do that, he just wanted to get me in bed and bang away." Zhenie continued, licking, sucking, stroking softly, kneading firmly, making it last as long as she could. But soon she had to move down to taste Tyree's sex. Moving to a sixty-nine position, she lowered herself onto Tyree's inexperienced tongue. It would take her time to bring Zhenie to climax, but the wonderfully exciting sensation of a fumbling lover trying a new experience was not something to be rushed anyway. Exploring each other lovingly, they hardly moved at all, probing with tongues and fingertips. Tyree interrupted Zhenie's delicious adventure between sweet, wet lips when she pulled her head back, brushing her hair against sensitive inner thighs, and said, "Oh, I can't tell you how wonderful this is Ms. Narviel, but I'm, well..."
As they rolled apart, Zhenie said, "Go ahead, I won't be offended."
"But this is just foreplay to me! It's so good, but I just feel there's something missing if I get all excited and don't get," she put a hand between her legs, "um, filled up."
"Well," Zhenie said, getting up, "I think I might find something to fill you up with, if you'd like to try it. I have quite a variety, all sizes and colors too."
"Oh," Tyree said, then laughed, "I'm game, find me a big one and we'll see if it fits." As Zhenie looked through a drawer, she continued, "But won't you feel left out?"
"No, No," she replied, taking out a sizable rubber penis and strapping it on. "This part, goes into you, but behind the balls, this part here-" she lay down on the bed, opened her legs, and slid half its length inside herself. Tyree watched, fascinated, as Zhenie knelt between her legs, a large artificial cock below and full, presumably genuine, breasts above. She reached up to hold two large warm handfuls of Zhenie's breasts, squeezing them as Zhenie thrust her cock into Tyree's lubricated tunnel.
"So this is what it's like for a man when he has a woman above him," she said, squeezing Zhenie's breasts together and running her tongue between them. Zhenie leaned down, kissed her mouth, and thrust both her tongue and her cock deep into her. Zhenie knew she was close to climax, had known ever since she had her tongue between her pussylips, so she immediately pumped harder and faster. When Tyree clenched the bedclothes in her hands and caught her lower lip between her teeth, Zhenie whispered hoarsely, "I'm going to come," and thrust her hips violently. Tyree felt the penis inside her shoot off, then she screamed as a fierce orgasm built up inside her and exploded.
After a long while, she opened her eyes and saw Zhenie beside her, unfastening the strapon. "Clever device," she said, and squeezed the rubber balls. Warm water squirted out both ends.
"I'd like to do that to Avrall."
"What?"
"Squeeze his tiny little balls."
"Oh, no, dear, that would cause damage."
"Well then...well then," she was at a loss for a moment, then blurted out, "Well then, I'd like to ram that pole up him where the sun doesn't shine"
"Interesting idea, but it would take some planning."

End of part V. Everything in this document is true except this sentence.

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