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 Wishbone II: Down the Path by Sol Oliver

   The sun seemed to be stuck in place, just above the horizon after its
daylong descent.  Its movement had ceased the very moment that the jeannie
and Kara had fallen asleep, leaving Mike to drift around the luxurious
grounds alone.  How long he wandered he wasn't sure.  He had no watch, was
no clocks, and the very concept of time seemed fuzzy in his head.  The
mountain, sea and the grounds of the house were all beautiful, but after a
while they all tarnished dull.  All in all, it felt to Mike like being in a
casino the moment after losing your last five dollar check.

   After circling the pool several times, he had walked up the dozen broad,
sweeping steps that led to the back porch of the manor house.  There were
doors and windows along the long, colonnaded stone porch, but none would
yield to his hand.  When he looked through the window glass, he could make
out no distinct shapes, as if the entire house was hollow and filled with
thick fog.  After a while he gave up on the house, turning back towards the
pool.

   The dancer Kara and the jeannie Cassie still lay asleep by the pool. 
Even from where he stood, nearly one hundred metres away, Mike could see
the outline of Kara's new genetalia.  Although he couldn't see her face, he
was certain she smiled as she slept.  What an idiot!  he thought to
himself. He should have figured out the jeannie's riddle, and then he would
be the proud owner of the jumbo beef stick.  Instead, it was business as
usual for Mike.

   But was it?  Why was he still here?  For that matter, why was Kara still
there?  The jeannie had said there would be only one wish, and it had been
granted.  To Kara.  Mike shook his head, feeling like a fool.  As he walked
back down the steps towards the pool, he noticed a small wrought iron gate
that he hadn't seen before.  It had seemed before that the entire back
grounds were surrounded by a twenty-foot-high, lush hedge wall.  Mike
shrugged to himself as he walked to the gate.

   He could see that the high hedges led another twenty feet past the
entrance, and then bent to the right.  He could hear trickling water, but
there were no other clues as to what he'd find on the path.  It only took
him a moment to find the gate latch.  It opened.  Sucking in a deep breath
to calm his nerves, he stepped through the gates and walked between the
hedges...

   Lights flashed through the dimness, and there was a deep, persistent
droning that Kara recognized as The Cure.  Eyes adjusting to the light of
the dream, she began to recognize that she was back at her high school
senior prom, drifting through a throng of poodled-up girls and beer-brazen
boys.  Finding her date, they begin dancing to some saccharine ballad that
used the words "love", "want", and "forever" far too often.  They boy's
hands move down to her ass, and she smiles.  He thinks he's getting lucky
tonight.  Maybe he will.  Now the young pair is along in the large room. 
The music remains, but all others have disappeared.  The boy leans in and
kisses her.  Kara feels something rise in his pants.  The boy starts
massaging one of her breasts over her frilly dress.  Something stirs inside
her.  For and instant Kara pictures the boy on top of her, his young, hard
shaft poking towards her hot spot.  But the thought is displaced by a new
feeling, and she grabs the boy's hand.  Something new is alive inside of
Kara's flowered panties

   The boy is surprised that his advances have been halted; he looks
confused.  His girl is smiling at him.  She drops his hand, steps back and
grabs the sides of her dress.

   "Your ready to get lucky?" she asks coyly, head tilted down.  He nods
yes.  Kara lifts her dress up and the boy recoils in surprise and horror.
Bobbing up under his girl's is a cock sized like the ones he'd only ever
seen in porn flicks.  Kara relishes his reaction as she stands firm in her
high heels and hiked-up poofy dress.  A thought flashes through her mind,
and an instant later the boy's tuxedo pants fly down around his ankles. 
The boy looks down, amazed, and realizes what comes next.  He grabs hold of
his underwear, but Kara's thoughts are quicker.  They join his pants on the
ground.  His privates are put to shame by her womanly meat, and he turns to
run.  But he trips and falls on his face.  Kara pounces.  The boy squirms.
Tries to crawl.  Kara presses her body down.  She wraps her arms around
him. Her penis settles into his ass crack.  He struggles.  Her cock head
finds its anchorage.  Kara's penis feels as if it moves with its own mind.
It wants in.  Her meat throbs and her tits tingle.  She begins to press
against his tender entrance...

   "AH!" cried Kara, waking with a start.  She was sweating, and aware that
a great swell of feeling had just slipped away quickly.

   "Pleasant dreams?" asked a woman's voice sweetly.  The jeannie Cassie.
Kara remembered everything that had happened, and saw that she was once
again in a chaise lounge by the pool, clad in a robe.  There was something
sticky on her leg.  Did she?...

   "Awww!" cried Kara as she opened her robe.  There was her weighty penis,
flopped across her thigh and drooling out pearly cum.  "What a waste!"
Cassie appeared in front of her, dressed again in her traditional outfit.
Even after emptying her sac, Kara wanted to dive into her.  "Why don't you
lick this up for me?" she said, reaching down and adjusting her meat.  The
jeannie just stood in place.

   "Your wish has already been granted," she said, smiling.  "Are you not
satisfied?"

   "I'm never satisfied," said Kara, getting up from the lounge, "and I'm
your new master.  Clean it up.  With your tongue.  Now." The jeannie
continued to stare at her, blankly, and Kara was getting angry.  The
jeannie spoke just before she was about to move in on her.

   "My powers will be available to you," said Cassie, waving her hand. 
"But not directly." A stream of water shot from the pool, hitting Kara in
the waist area.

   "Oh!" she shouted in surprise as the water washed her milky discharge
away.  Closing her robe and straightening up, she considered what the
jeannie just said.  "So I *am* your master?"

   "Not exactly," said Cassie, crossing her legs and floating in mid-air.
"I read the desires of those I am tied to, and may use my powers to help
them achieve their wishes."

   "And you're tied to me."

   "Yes," said Cassie.  "And I must also serve the other."

   "What?!"

   "I determined that each of you played a part in releasing me," said the
jeannie, looking over her shoulder towards the hedges along the grounds'
edge.  "And I will enhance each of your lives." Kara was annoyed, but
figured it didn't matter as long as she would get what she wanted.

   "So when do you start?  Get with the enhancing!" said Kara, arms crossed
impatiently.

   "It's not that easy," said Cassie.  "Normally, my power to serve grows
as my master learns to wield it.  But as I must serve two, I had to devise
another way." The jeannie waved her arms, and a three-dimensional picture
appeared in front of Kara.  In it, she saw Mike walking along a path, high
hedges on either side.  She had been hoping never to see him again.

   "I don't want anything to do with that asshole," said Kara brusquely.

   "You will travel your own path," said Cassie.  In the picture, Mike
entered a hedged courtyard with a fountain at its center.  "The quality of
your life and your power to enforce your will shall grow as this one
submits."

   "Well!" exclaimed Kara with a grin.  "Let me at him!" She would crush
him instantly and lay claim to the jeannie's power.  The image in the air
disappeared.

   "That would be too easy," said Cassie, stretching her arms high.  Kara
was enticed as the jeannie's breasts rose up, and she felt a stirring in
her hefty loins.  "And having that level of power right away would drive
you insane." Cassie lowered herself onto her feet again and turned towards
the pool.  Kara could see every curve of the jeannie's ass through the
sheer pantaloons.

   "So why would he submit if he knows it will benefit me?" asked Kara,
moving towards Cassie, who stood at the pool's edge.

   "He will not be told of the power structure," explained the jeannie. 
"And I have seen inside him." Kara's arms reached around Cassie.  One hand
cupped one of her breasts; the other landed lightly just above her crotch.
"He is, by nature, submissive." Kara slipped her hand downward, fingertips
licking the edges of Cassie's slit.  She was slightly moist.  Kara sunk her
teeth firmly into the jeannie's neck, forcing a gasp out of her.

   "So let the journey begin!" shouted the jeannie.

   And she disappeared.

   "Shit!" shouted Kara, nearly falling into the pool.  "Get back her,
Cassie!" Kara began to feel dizzy as the world began to spin.  Faster and
faster it went until all color melted into a single cyclonic blur.  Kara
closed her eyes, and after a moment the movement slowed.  Finally the
motion stopped completely.  There was a familiar smell in the air.  A
greasy smell.  French fries.  Kara opened her eyes.

   "AAAAUGH!"

   Kara found herself standing behind the counter at Galaxy Subs, a place
she had been determined to leave behind for good.  The customers at the
counter all stared at her.  Hidden from their view was her boner, which
poked hard against her pants and uniform apron.

   "Dammit, Cassie!" she shouted, throwing aside a bread knife that was in
her hand.  "Get me the fuck out of here!"

   Flowers began to bloom in the courtyard, filling MIke's vision with
color.  At the center of it all was a large fountain which streamed crystal
water.  The fountain was formed around an eight-foot-tall statue of a woman
in classical Greek dress who bore a striking resemblance to the dancer
Kara. Water poured from a jug she held, and from a dozen spires that rose
around her.  One stark white breast hung out of her toga; one milky white
leg parted the garment at the thigh.  A body pressed against Mike's back as
he stood staring at the statue.  Hard nipples poked him through his robe as
hands caressed his chest.

   "Beautiful, isn't she?" asked Cassie.  Mike made a movement to turn
around, but the jeannie's hands instructed him to stay in place.

   "Uh, yeah," he said.  While he was happy not to be wandering alone
anymore, he was still completely confused.  "What am I doing here?"

   "You can do anything you want," said the jeannie, stroking his hair. 
Mike stood as frozen as the statue, which he was staring at.  As he stared,
he wondered what the statue looked like underneath its toga.

   "Ahhhhh," said Cassie, backing up a step and slapping Mike on the ass.
"Why don't you go take a look."

   Mike glanced back at the jeannie.  Yep, she was just as gorgeous as he
remembered.  Cassie was floating on a cushion of air, watching him with
amusement.  Now *that* could be fun...

   "Go on, now!" she chided.  A sound like heavy concrete blocks grinding
against each other came from the fountain.  Mike's attention returned to
the statue, and he turned around to see it adjusting into a seated
position, the fountain spires reassembling into a chair.  Its eyes were
smooth and pupil-less, its face expressionless, sitting back with arms
resting on the "chair" arms.  It was again perfectly still.  Mike crept to
the edge of the fountain, the statue looming above him.  He paused.  What
was he afraid of?  Well, for starters, it was a two ton statue.  But look
at that tit!  What did it feel like?  Would that toga move, too?

   Mike stepped into the fountain.  The water was cool and made his calves
tingle.  Sloshing forward, his head was even with the statue's feet, which
rested on a marble pedestal.  Mike touched her big toe and withdrew it
quickly like a five-year-old would.  Nothing happened.  Now he rested his
hand on the foot.  Nothing.  Felt like stone.  He glanced back at Cassie,
who swished her hand at him: "don't pay any attention to me: keep going."

   Man, this girl was big!  Gaining confidence, Mike reached his hands up
and grabbed the top of its toga-shrouded knees.  Still no reaction from the
statue.  And there it was -- the promised tit!  Given the statue's
proportions, it was nearly as large as his head.  Kneeling on the statues
lap, he reached up with one hand, and--THERE!

   It felt like stone, but gave way like flesh.  Both hot and cool at the
same time, it wobbled as he attempted to cup it.

   *scrrrrch!*

   "Uh-oh."

   The statue had tilted its head to look down at the man who was pawing at
her breast.  She looked him in the face, freezing him, looked over at the
hand on her breast, and then back at him.  Having no pupils, it was an
otherworldly experience for Mike to be stared at.

   "Hey babe," he said, trying not to seem scared.  "You got two of these?"

   Now the statue scowled, and Mike felt himself drop.  Cassie watched with
amusement as the statue drew her legs apart, causing the man to fall to the
pedestal base.  The statue lifted its toga off its legs and waist and
leaned back more.  Mike landed facing the jeannie, who motioned him to turn
around.  Mike shook his head and mouthed "no." Who knows what was in its
crotch!  A stone hand grabbed his head firmly.

   "Ow!  Hey!" he shouted.  "Are you going to let this thing hurt me?!"

   "I don't have direct control over it," said the jeannie with a shrug. 
"If I were you, I'd do what it wants."

   Mike turned around slowly, stone hand loosening as he did so, and found
himself face to face with a beautifully sculpted stone cunt.  "Whew!" he
sighed.  He turned back to the jeannie.  "I thought she might have a...you
know..."

   "You'd better get to work," said Cassie.  The statue's hand twisted his
head back around and moved it into its groin.

   "Alright, alright!" said Mike, placing his hands on her smooth inner
thighs.  The alabaster lips spread before him, and her crack emitted a
pungent mineral smell, like the water emerging from a mountain cleve. 
"Here goes," he said, moving his face into the fold.  Like her tit, the
statue's lips gave way like flesh.  Around her edges he traced his tongue,
departing once or twice to kiss her inner thigh.  The hand on his head was
relaxed but quivering slightly.  The mineral smell grew stronger, and he
took a quick pass at the statue's clit.  It was just a quick little suck,
but it caused the nub of stone to pop straight up.  Geez!  It might not
have a dick, but because of her overall size, this clit could almost pass
as one.  The throbbing bit was nearly the size of his thumb.

   Mike pulled his head back a bit as he shifted his weight to get more
comfortable.  A deep rumble came from the statue's chest, and her brows
knit together in annoyance.  "Hold on, big girl," said Mike, hands
replanting on either side of her beautiful twat.  "Here we go." Mike pushed
his face into the stone pooter, using his lips to stimulate the insides of
her labia and launching his tongue along her inside walls.  The statue's
stone hands descended on his head, holding him in.  Mike sucked lightly the
inside of one of her lips, maintaining contact until he reached the base of
her clit.  He licked its length lightly, and then brought his mouth firmly
atop it and SUCKED.

   The statue let out a deep moan, like a fresh gust of air rushing through
a deep mountain cavern.  Mineral fluids flowed down Mike's chin as the
statue leaned over, free tit nearly knocking him over.  Stone hands pushed
his head in hard.

   "I think she likes you," said Cassie as she watched Mike gobble at the
statue's source.  It turned her on to watch the man service the statue, and
she felt her jeannie powers swell a bit.  Cassie brought a hand down to
please herself as she watched the scene.

   As Mike worked on the statue's thick clit, he began working his fingers
into her tight hole.  He started with two, but soon had three probing in
unison.  The clit in his mouth grew more as he pressed inside, and it was
like sucking on a stubby hot dog that was smothered in baby oil.  Usually,
this is when Mike would introduce his meat to the stew, but he didn't think
she'd feel much.  Before he could decide what to do, the statue stood up,
Mike's head in her hands.

   Mike had to move quickly to keep his head from popping off.  Now the
statue stood looking down at Mike, panting, and guided his head back in. 
His lips pressed against her multi-inch clit, and her knees buckled a bit.
Cassie watched as the statue began to rock her hips, sliding her clit in
and out of the man's mouth.  Mike felt a bit disgusted with himself.  It
was one thing to eat out a girl with a large clit; it was another to be
fucked in the face by it.W Mike turned his head away.

   "Hold on, now!" he protested.  The statue scowled and squeezed his head
a little too hard.  Mike got the message.  "Okay, okay!"

   The hands continued to hold his head firmly as he knealt before the
statue.  Cassie's hand pressed into her own mound as the statue ground its
crotch all over Mike face before lining her clit up with his lips.  Holding
his head still, she slipped her stone clitty-dick in and out of his lips.
The man didn't dare loosen them, allowing his mouth to be used as her own
personal pussy.  Now she withdrew, pressing the whole of her flesh against
his nose and griiiiinding.  Mike thought he would be drowned in she-fluid,
and was almost grateful when the super-clit darted back between his pursed
lips.  Great gusty moans filled the air as the statue quickened her
fucking. Slick and slipping.  Smooth and darting.  Fasterandfasterand...

   "MMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

   The statue's crotch pressed hard against Mike's face, stone hands
keeping him there.  He couldn't breathe, and fluids were shooting up his
nose and down his throat.

   "MMFFF!" cried Mike, arms flailing.  At last the statue released him,
and it collapsed in its seat.  Mike collapsed onto the pedestal, coughing,
and slid into the water below.

   "--kaff!--kaff!--"

   The fountain's water seemed to energize him, and he quickly caught his
breath.  As he regained his full senses, he realized that he was still
hard. He looked back at Cassie, whose hand had never left her crotch.

   "So am I here just to be a statue's play thing?" he asked, shedding his
robe and swim trunks.  Behind him, the statue crawled off the pedestal and
began bathing herself on the other side of the fountain.  It sounded like a
curling match.

   "By no means," said the jeannie with a wicked grin.  "You are here on
your own will."

   "I didn't ask to be fucked in the face by a statue," said Mike bitterly.
"The only thing I asked for was a larger penis."

   "You weren't turned on?" asked Cassie.

   "No!" said Mike defiantly.  Cassie looked down at his hard-on.  Mike did
too.  "Okay, maybe it turned me on a little." The jeannie smiled, walked
forward, and helped the naked Mike out of the fountain.  The statue paused
its bathing, but quickly continued, renewing the chorus of stone sliding
sounds.  They walked a few paces together, Cassie leading him by the hand.
Now she stood with her back against his right side, head down on his
shoudler.

   "So, do you still want a bigger penis?" asked Cassie.

   "I thought wish time was over," said Mike sullenly.  "It would have been
helpful with that statue."

   "I think she feels fine," said Cassie, "and I can do what I want." The
jeannie turned around so that her tits were on either side of Mike's
shoulder, legs nestled against his.  She also reached down to cup his
balls. "This one is nice, but don't you want a bigger one?' At the moment,
all Mike wanted was to put his cock someplace warm and wet.  But the
jeannie was giving him a second chance.

   "Yeah, I still wanted a larger cock," he said.

   "I'm soooo glad," said Cassie, playfully devouring Mike's ear with her
lips and tongue.  "Because I'm just dying to give it to you." The jeannie
kissed him hard on the neck as she pressed her groin against his thigh. 
Mike could feel her clit throbbing through her see-through pants, and then
it felt as if someone was pushing a tapered carrot down his thigh.

   "Awww, crap!" yelped Mike, breaking free from Cassie's sideways embrace.
He looked down in time to see the last of a jumbo-sized weiner descend out
from her cunt, whose upper edges blended into the dick's base.  The lower
stretches of woman-flesh ballooned out and dropped as a hefty scrotum.  The
jeannie clapped her hands, giggling with glee as she smiled up at Mike. 
Mike was not so joyful.  The sounds coming from the fountain ended.

   "I am so happy that you want it," said Cassie.  "I barely got to use it
before." Already the meaty tube was swelling.  Mike's mind raced.  Last
time, he rejected the jeannie's advances, and the result was that Kara got
to keep the penis.  But Kara *was* penetrated before it was given to her,
so it must be the same for him.  Mike decided it was just another test.

   "Yeah, I want it," said Mike, gulping.  Cassie felt her power grow a
tiny bit.  She felt her penis grow a lot.  Mike wasn't sure what to do, but
for starters he knew her pants would have to come off.  As he thought it,
the jeannie floated up off the ground, and her pants slowly slid down her
legs and away.  Cassie smiled at Mike warmly, hands behind her back, like a
girl who had just presented a freshly-baked pan of brownies on the table.
But in this case, meat was on the menu.  Throbbing, stiff, magical
she-meat.

   Mike heard the statue approach from behind.  A large hand grabbed his
shoulder and pushed him aside.  Cassie held her ground as the stone beauty
stood before her, entirely nude.

   "Well, hello," said the jeannie, head tilted up.  Mike collected his
balance and stood looking at the pair from the side.  He could see that the
stone amazon's clit-probe was engorged again.  "Can I help you?" The
animated stone figure pointed down at her crotch with one hand, stretching
herself open with the other.  "Oh...you want to be filled?" The huge stone
head nodded.  "Get on your hands and knees."

   The statue lowered herself down to the ground and assumed the position,
one hand reaching back to hold herself open.  Cassie gave herself a few
strokes with her hand, anticipating the sensations to come.

   "Hold it!" shouted Mike just as the jeannie moved around behind the
statue.  "That penis is mine!" The almost-copulating pair stopped and
looked at Mike.  Cassie backed away.

   "He's right," said Cassie to the statue.  "I offered it to him first."
From her body language and the slight change in her face, Mike could see
that the stone woman was seriously pissed off.  Ignoring her, Mike got on
his hands and knees.

   "Okay, I'm ready," he said, closing his eyes and hoping it wouldn't be
too painful.

   "Ohhhhh, no," said Cassie, reaching down and standing him back up.  "You
wouldn't refuse a lady, would you?" The jeannie gestured towards the
oversized marble girl, who was still in the ready position.

   "I suppose not," said Mike, confused as always.  He walked up behind the
statue, amazed at the perfect lines of her ass and legs.  Even on her
knees, Mike would barely have to crouch.  She still held her lips apart,
and Mike placed his hands on her broad hips.  There was a low growl that
sounded like it came from the center of the earth.  He hesitated.

   "Don't worry," said Cassie, stroking herself lightly, "she wants some."

   Mike lowered himself a little bit and placed the tip of his cock against
the carved woman's glistening cunt hole, changed his grip on her hips, and
pushed.  The hot-cold feeling was intense as he pushed himself inside, but
the statue didn't react at all.  For a woman her size, it must have felt
like a pencil to her.  But Mike was too horned up to care.  Taking a deep
breath, he slid himself out smoothly, then returning inside again.  Mike
closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

   "HMMPFFFF!" grunted the statue with a low rumble.  Mike opened his eyes
and saw that she was looking back at him, smirking.  Mike withdrew with a
slurp.

   "Not too big, huh?" he said to her, looking down at her rump.  Did she
have an asshole?  Yes.  "How about if I put it somewhere else?"

   "I don't think she'll like that," said Cassie as Mike lined himself up
against the statue's bunghole.  Mike didn't care.  His penis was plenty
slick from viscous mineral fluids, and the statue wasn't stopping him.  He
pushed inside.

   "RRRMMMMM...." the statue moaned low.

   "Bigger now, huh?" said Mike.  Below him, the statue did look tenser.

   "You could at least take care of the girl," said Cassie, who came over
and somehow ran her hands through the statue's stone hair.  Catching on to
her meaning, Mike let go of one of her hips and tried to reach her large
clit.

   "She's too big," he said, cock buried in yielding stone to the hilt. 
The stone woman looked up at the jeannie, who nodded at her, expending a
bit of her power.  Mike pulled out and then plunged into the enchanted
pooper again.  But when he was all the way in again, the hole tightened.  A
lot.  "Uh, Cassie...I can't pull out."

   "Really?!" said the jeannie in mock surprise.  Cassie began kneading her
long tool, which had grown flaccid.  Mike watched it swell up again, its
head growing to the size of an apricot.  The jeannie looked up at him.  He
tried to pull out again.  No dice.  The rock-solid woman looked back at him
again, smiling.

   "Do you think you can tell her to?....can she just loosen?...." Mike
knew he wasn't going anywhere, and regretted not keeping his rocket on its
original course.  "Shit, I'm sorry," he said, though he was certain that no
one was listening.  Cassie walked up next to him, hefting her gigantic
tool.

   "I will grant you one wish..." began the jeannie.

   "Oh, thank you!  I wish that--"

   "--from these two choices," finished Cassie.  Mike's stomach fell.  "You
can either take me in now...," she said, licking her lips.  What would it
feel like?  she wondered to herself.  It was tempting...

   "That thing would kill me!"

   "Kill you, no," said the jeannie.  "It would just be unmentionably
painful!" she said this with a perky smile, as if she were a waitress
reading off a dinner special.  "I could repair you later." Mike froze in
horror.  If it weren't for a constant pulsing pressure being applied to his
cock, he would have wilted right out of the statue's hole.  The jeannie
pushed a finger between his ass crack and tickled at his sphyncter. 
"OR..."

   "Yes?  What?  OH!"

   The finger pressed in, and Mike's insides went upside-down.  The finger
quickly departed.

   "Or..." Cassie winked at the stone woman, "you can have the statue
lubricate you first."

   The finger tapped at his entrance again.  The choice was easy.

   "I'll take the statue first," he said.  The stone hole loosened, and at
last Mike could step back.  His knees and back ached from holding the
awkward position for so long.  As the statue slowly stood up again, Mike
was actually glad in a way.  He wasn't proud that he'd made the jeannie and
statue angry, and a little punishment might make him feel better.  Maybe.

   Cassie felt a little jolt in her usable power level.  Excellent.  Kara
would be surprised...

   The statue loomed over Mike, one hand on her hip and the other twaddling
her clit and hole.  The nub at the top began to protrude from her crotch,
and slick fluid dripped to the ground.

   "Let me help," said Cassie, kneeling down in front of the polished rock
woman.  The jeannie's tongue darted out and appeared to touch the stone
organ in a thousand places at once.  Now her head fixed on the thumb-sized
clit, and Mike could tell that she'd engulfed it.  He could hear great
sucking sounds, and the statue's head lolled about in delirium.  Now
Cassie's head was bobbing in and out a little bit...now a little bit more.
Finally she stood up and stepped aside.

   "Behold!"

   The clit sticking out from the top of the statue's cunt was now, without
a question, a penis.  Not an outrageously large one, but a hole plunger
nonetheless.  Her hole was still there, but it was clear that she didn't
intend to use it at the moment.  The statue marveled at her own growth, and
looked to the jeannie.

   "Yes, go ahead," said Cassie, as if telling a dog that it was okay to
pee on a particular tree.  "He wants you to." Mike's face flushed as he
looked at the powerful statue with her engorged unit.  "Try this," said the
jeannie, waving her hand.  Mike felt himself swept off the ground.  Quicky
he found himself floating in mid-air, just below the statue's waist level,
as if he were seated in a tall reclining chair.  The herm statue turned
towards him again, and he noticed her large nipples harden.  Slickness ran
all along her rod she stepped between his legs.  Hot-cold sensations raced
along his inner thighs as the giantess moved in.  Large flesh-stone hands
reached behind his back and Mike felt his weight press down on them.  His
lower body fell for a second, rose again, fell again, rose once more.

   "Oh, right," said Mike, realizing what he was expected to do and
wrapping his legs around the statue's lower back.  Now she had all of his
weight, and he could feel that his ass rested atop the length of her slick
dipper.  Shifting him, the woman positioned his entrance directly atop her
swollen cock head.  Lubricants slathered his tender hole.  But she didn't
strike.

   "What?" said Mike, confused.  Why didn't she just do it?  He looked over
at the jeannie, who was busy fooling with her own naughty bits.  It then
dawned on him that this statue would not penetrate him unless he asked it
to.  What if he didn't?  Mike's stomach was tingling, powerful feelings of
pleasure gathering themselves for release.  The stone-faced woman's lips
quivered.

   "Fuck me."

   A quick torrent of pain seared through his brain as the woman drove her
penis into him, and his vision turned white.  Pressure built up as well,
becoming the dominant feeling as the pain subsided.  Along with these
feelings was a faint dose of concentrated pleasure.  There was an itch
inside him that he could never scratch, and that he'd never really been
aware of before.  Exciting vibrations shot through him as the statue worked
her way all the way in.  Mike's vision cleared, and he saw that the stone
woman was dealing with an onslaught of sensation as well.

   She stood between his legs, marble mouth open and forming soundless and
wordless shapes.  She had let her arms fall away as she had pierced him,
and it was by the will of the jeannie's power that Mike's back still
floated in mid-air.  Now the statue seemed to collect her senses, face
gaining control and smiling slightly.  Icy-hot hands gripped Mike's hips,
and the enhanced clit began sliding out of him.

   "Ah..ahhhh..." he moaned as the pressure shifted, scratching his
pleasurable itch.  There was no more pain, and Mike was completely relaxed.
Slowly she withdrew until only her bulbous head remained inside his gate.
Re-gripping, in she sent her cunt package, a little more quickly. 
"..oh!...mmmm..."

   Cassie was impressed with the statue's fluid motions, and by how well
Mike was handling being fucked by a hermaphroditic statue.  As he relaxed,
his legs loosened from around her back and opened outward.  Cassie adjusted
her power to make sure he didn't fall.  She'd been stroking herself slowly
as she watched the man being fucked, but now she decided she wanted more
stimulation.  Up she floated.

   Mike was enjoying the rising sensation welling up from his very core. 
Along with the physical stimulation, it excited him to see the statue's
face twisting with lust fulfilled, and to watch her honeydew breasts
jiggling with each thrust.  Through the thick mists of pleasure he saw the
pant-less jeannie float into the air, hovering back down so that her face
was just to the side of his.

   "Can you speak?  Is your mouth working?" she asked him.

   "...mmm...yess...."

   Cassie planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.  "Good.  I was afraid you
might be too distracted." The jeannie floated away from Mike's vision. 
Strange.  The statue quickened her pace, and Mike's body blossomed in
tingling heat.  The pace slowed, and the rising tide settled back down. 
Then, in front of his face, Cassie settled down.  Or, at least, her balls
did.

   "Huh?" he said, looking up.  But all he could see was the bottom of her
thick shaft.  The jeannie's legs were apart, knees bent so that her lower
legs floated parallel to the ground.  She drifted forward a bit, swinging
her heavy tests against Mike's chin.  "Oh, why the hell not," he thought to
himself, and opened his mouth.  The lambskin-soft orbs lowered against his
lips, and Mike did his best to suck, lick, and otherwise stimulate them. 
The body lowered a little more, and he worked on the base of Cassie's thick
member.  All the while, the sensations from his lubricant-dripping ass were
swelling again.  A low vibration was coming from the statue, and she began
to lean forward.  Up the jeannie floated again, out of Mike's view.

   "..MMMMMM...." moaned the statue as she leaned atopthe smaller man.  As
she did, Mike brought his legs up into the air.  As she settled on top of
him, the statue's tits knocked on either side of his head.  they were now
both parallel to the ground, with Mike taking it missionary style from the
stone woman in mid-Wir.

   *...slurrp...slurrrp..SLAP!SLAP!Sluuuuurp...."

   The statue continued to take her pleasure, and Cassie knew it wouldn't
be too much longer for her.  Her own penis was demanding action.  Cassie
floated around behind the statue, watching as she sent her granted cock in
and out of the man's hole.

   *...sluppa..sluppa...sluppasluppasluppa..."

   Cassie could see the statue's white glistening hole, moist and tempting.
The jeannie's meat throbbed for release and her nipples ached.  Down she
floated, coming to rest atop the statue, which continued to thrust its hips
into Mike.  Taking up the rythmn, Cassie jiggled her penis until the head
hovered near the stone girl's slit.  Grabbing its ass, the jeannie rocked
her hips forward just as the statue rocked back.

   "..MMMMMOOOOOAAAHHHH...."

   A sound that was a cross between a tuba and a Swiss alpenhorn droned
from the statue as Cassie's thick log entered her. 
"Oh-my-god-it's-sliding-in!" thought the jeannie, amazed by the warmth of
the stone woman's ass.  So many times had she been fucked by masters cruel
and kind, but not until today had she felt their pleasure.  A powerful wave
began to crash over her as she drove into the pillow of tight warmth.  "OH!
AH!--"

   Mike felt the statue's huge body tense, and her penis jabbed quickly
into him.  "AH!" he shouted, pleasure threshold peaking.

   Cassie couldn't hold on too long she pulled her meat out OH OH OH STOP
STOP!  STOP!  and in in in IN OH!  OH!  INNNN!  OUUUUUT!  INNN-

   "AHHHHHHH!" cried Cassie, feeling her goo pump into the marble girl.

   "RRRHHOOO!" bellowed the statue, nearly deafening Mike with its foghorn
tone.  The statue's body pressed down on him as she relased her let go a
torrent of mineral cum into his ass.  Mike felt the warmth and the statue's
hot belly against his cock and-

   "ah!--ah!--AHhhhhhh!"

   Mike blew his wad between his and the statue's bellies, body going limp.
Cassie watched her cock as she pulled it out of the statue.  Great gobs of
white fluid tumbled from its pincushion.  Floating back, she watched the
statue pull her own meat of the man, whose hole also was spitting out
excess drippings.  Cassie let the statue and Mike float to the ground, and
they both heaved hard as they caught their breath.  More power was coursing
though her now.  The man was responding as she'd hoped.  And as she gained
more focus, one thought went before all others.
   What would she do for Kara with her powers?