Archive-name: 3plus/timeb2.txt

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Archive-title: Timebranches 2





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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