Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2.iso/stories/timeb2.txt

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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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