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Archive-title: Timebranches 5
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."
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End of part V. Everything in this document is true except this
sentence.
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