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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.