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This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
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Title: Half and Half

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 practices
described in ancient writings.
  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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