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 Wishbone III by Sol Oliver

   Kara was not amused.

   One moment she was by the pool at a beautiful house by the sea,
preparing to bury her new meat plunger into a voluptuous jeannie, only to
land moments later in a place she had hoped never to see again.  Galaxy
Subs.

   "I need a turkey on a soft roll, lettuce, mayo, pickle, and hots!"
shouted a girl standing near her behind the counter.

   "I need you to kiss my ass," said Kara, grabbing the baseball cap off of
her head and throwing it to the spot where she had just thrown her bread
knife.  The girl turned around, shocked, staring with her mouth open.  Kara
was struck by how sweet and innocent this one looked.  Strawberry red hair
trickled out from under her hat, and her pert lips made a perfect "O". 
Kara's loins stirred as she thought of exactly what might fit in that
space. Closing her eyes, Kara wished with all her might that she might
spirit this lithe creature away to the house by the sea....

   "What's going on?" said the sweet voice.  Kara felt a hand touch her
gently on the shoulder.  "Are you okay?" She opened her eyes.

   "Dammit!"

   She was still in the sub shop.  At least it looked like most of the
customers had left the shop.  There were still a few diners finishing up
their sandwiches, but all of the people in line decided they wanted to eat
someplace else.  Kara looked down at the girl, who withdrew her hand. 
There was genuine concern in her eyes, and Kara could tell there was a lot
to like under her apron.  College girl.  Maybe a freshman.  Perhaps things
were not as bad as they had seemed.

   "I'm so sorry," said Kara sweetly, petting the girl on the hat.  "I
didn't take my meds today."

   "Oh," said the girl, breaking out into a smile.  "I can totally
understand that.  Let me pick those things up for you." The girl turned
around and bent over to grab up Kara's hat and the bread knife.  Kara was
treated to a view of the girl's smooth, round ass as it stretched against
her black leggings.  Black panties...nice.  Under her own apron, Kara's
jumbo salami begged to be sent in to play center field.

   "Down, girl..." Kara said to herself; her apron was clearly bulging out.
The girl stood back up and turned around.  Kara quickly clasped her hands
in front of her waist, disguising her excitement.

   "I'm sorry...were you talking to me?" said the girl, placing the knife
on the counter and handing Kara her hat.

   "No, no," said Kara as she put her hat back on.  "Just thinking out
loud."

   A couple sitting by the window threw out their trash and headed out onto
the sidewalk, leaving just two people in the shop.  Kara watched the girl
as she straightened up the counter, admiring the way her body moved.  She
had the grace that only a person unaware of her own beauty could possess.
Kara turned away and willed her hard-on to scale back.  But if she had her
way, it would be set free soon.

   "I never got your name," said Kara, leaning back against the back
counter.

   "I'm Jenny," said the girl.  There was a little bit of sadness in her
voice.  "I'm not surprised you didn't remember." Remember?  Kara would
definitely have remembered this girl.  "We were introduced a couple of
hours ago, when that new manager brought you in."

   "New manager?"

   "Yeah," said Jenny.  Her face looked surprised that Kara didn't remember
anything.  "She had long brown hair.  Really pretty." It was the jeannie.
Had to be.

   "Ohhhhh, right," said Kara, slapping her head to her forehead.  "It's
all coming back to me now." Jenny smiled at her weakly, and Kara walked up
to her.  "No one could ever forget someone like you.  I just haven't been
myself today." Kara traced her hand along Jenny's cheek, which began to
flush pink.  The girl gulped as the beautiful woman caressed her face.

   "Ex-CUSE me!"

   A man had approached the counter while they'd been talking.  "Can I get
some service here?" he said, clearly annoyed.  Kara thought of a few ways
she could service the middle-aged man.  Jenny cringed, expecting another
scene, but Kara kept herself calm.

   "Why don't you take care of him?" she said, turning the girl towards the
customer.  "I'll help out where I can."

   "Can I help you?" asked Jenny.  Kara stood directly behind her.

   "Yes," said the man, face softening as he looked at the fresh-faced
girl. "I'd like the Italian with lettuce, mild peppers, and mayo, and a
regular Diet Coke." Jenny handed him a cup and smiled.  As the man took the
cup, Kara placed her hand on the girl's ass and gave it a little feel. 
Firrrrrrrmmm...

   "Oh!" chirped Jenny.  The customer turned around.  The hand on her ass
kept squeezing, but she collected herself.  "Oh, sir...did you want any
chips?" Jenny wiggled her butt in an attempt to shake the hand away.  The
hand remained.

   "No, thank you," said the man as he headed back towards the soda
fountain.  As soon as the man was out of earshot, Jenny wheeled around to
face Kara, fists balled.

   "What's the big idea?!" she hissed as she adjusted her apron.  Kara
smiled.  She could smell her.

   "No big idea," she replied, walking away from the girl and leaning over
to grab a pickle jar.  From the corner of her eye, Kara could see the
younger girl glancing at her body.  Kara held her pose to let Jenny steal a
few more glances.  As she did, she fished a chubby pickle from the jar.

   "Well..keep your hands off my ass!" said Jenny, crossing her arms.  But
moments later she started laughing; Kara was holding the pickle in front of
her apron as if it were a penis, a sultry-goofy look on her face.

   "Don't you want my pickle?" she said, raising the briney cucumber up as
if it were becoming erect.  Under the apron, her flesh-pickle was indeed
swelling up.  Come to mama, Jenny!

   "Ha-ha!...Kara--cut it out!" said the girl as Kara began to "jerk off"
her vegetable love.  "Kara--the customer!" Jenny ran up to Kara, standing
in front of her just as the man who had gone for the soda approached the
counter again.

   "Can I help you?" asked Jenny.  Kara was poking the pickle into her ass
crack, but she managed to keep a smile plastered on her face.

   "My sandwich?" asked the man, a tone of annoyance in his voice.  As Kara
stood behind Jenny, teasing her, she felt a warm electric jolt.  An image
flashed in her head.  It was Mike, the guy she'd found the jeannie with,
and he was eating out a very tall woman.  Kara had an interesting a
thought, and dropped the pickle down Jenny's stretchy pants, under her
panty.

   "OH!" cried Jenny.  "Oh -- right away," she said to the customer, and
began to assemble the cold cut sandwich.  Kara stepped back and leaned
against the back counter.  Jenny shot her a dirty look as the customer went
to sit down at a four-top table.  "Thanks a lot," she whispered as she
spread genoa salami across a sub roll.

   "Don't thank me yet," said Kara, picturing in her mind how the pickle
must be wedged between Jenny's ass cheeks.What if?...

   "Stop it, Kara!" hissed Jenny, dropping to the floor a handful of
shredded lettuce.  The pickle had migrated all the way down into her
crotch. It paused.

   "Don't look at me," said Kara.  "I'm ten feet away."

   Jenny turned around.  It was true.  The pickle in her pants slid again,
one end moving between her slickening cunt lips and pressing lightly at her
hole.  "Huh?!" she said, confusion on her face.  Kara willed the pickle to
jiggle a bit, and the girl squirmed.  "What's happening?"

   "You're being fucked by a pickle," said Kara, flicking her hand. 
Jenny's eyes rolled back as she felt the bumpy deli treat slip halfway into
her.  "Now finish the sandwich."

   "...ah!...." cried the girl, reaching under her apron and down her
leggings; she could feel the nub of pickle..."OH!"...as it disappeared
inside.  And stopped moving.  Jenny was sweating, having been aroused and
penetrated.  And she buuuurned.  She looked over at Kara, whose hands were
under her own apron.

   "Finish the sandwich," she said, and Jenny understood.  She would be
stimulated so long as she obeyed.  Concentrating, Jenny grabbed a fresh
handful of lettuce and placed it atop the sub.  The pickle slurped its way
out.  "...ooooh...." and stopped.  Jenny grabbed some peppers; the pickle
slid back in..."....mmmmm...."...and out and sloooowly back in.  Jenny
gripped the edge of the counter, and a trickle of drool fell from the
corner of her mouth and onto the sandwich.  The pickle stopped again.

   "Take care of your customer," said Kara.  Jenny snapped to.  "Why don't
you bring him his sub?" Jenny nodded, placing the top of the roll onto the
completed Italian as she plated it.  As she began to walk to the man's
table, the big dill inside her began to vibrate, and it took great effort
to keep her knees from knocking together as they shook.  Kara waited until
Jenny was at the man's table before having the pickle draw out and in
again. Kara's own girl-pickle was now drooling as she imagined how the
girl's pink walls were being stretched, warm and yielding.

   "Here's your sand-WICH!" said Jenny as the pickle took a new angle.  The
man was busy reading a book and didn't to look up at her.  Surely he could
smell her.

   "Thank you," he said, adjusting the plate to his liking.  He didn't seem
to notice anything unusual, and he grabbed up the sandwich and took a big
bite.  Jenny made her way back behind the counter as the pickle worked her
hole slowly and deliberately.  Leaning back against the front counter and
facing Kara, her mouth fell open with dopey pleasure.  Jenny let herself
slide down to the floor, legs opening wide.

   "Faster...faster..." hissed Jenny as she massaged her own breasts. 
Instead, the pickle stopped moving altogether.  Jenny looked up at Kara,
who was leaning up against the opposite counter.

   "Pull your pants down," commanded Kara.

   "But, Kara..." protested Jenny, nodding her head towards where the man
sat.  "OH!..AH!...OH!..." Kara had sent the pickle shuttling in and out
quickly, stopping it quickly after the third inward thrust. 
"...ah..oh..okay..." said Jenny, flipping the bottom of her apron up and
sliding her leggings and panties down to her ankles, over her tennis shoes,
and off.  The pickle began to move again, and the girl looked down at her
crotch.  A pale green object began to push outward, glistening with her
love juices.  Kara had it emerge extra-slowly, amused by the way it
protruded from her cunt like a cock.  Jenny was less amused, looking up at
Kara with great frustration.  "Please..."

   "I don't want a pickle," said Kara as she lowered herself to the tile
floor.  Keeping the apron draped in front of her, she took off her own
pants, tossing them aside.

   "Kara...please..." Jenny whispered.  "Make it move again."

   "Maybe just one bite," said Kara, moving forward.  Jenny saw the woman's
head move into her crotch, and watched as she put her lips around the
pickle.  "Mmmmm...." said Kara as she lowered her lips down around the
pickle.  Jenny felt the woman's lips against her clit and labia, and
then...

   *CRUNCH!*

   ....Kara's head bobbed back up.  Between her teeth was three-quarters of
the pickle.

   "Oops!" said Kara, spitting it aside.  Jenny sighed and grabbed the
remaining nub out of her twat.

   "...wha?...why?..."

   "My mistake," said Kara, walking forward on her knees, apron swinging.
Leaning forward, Kara kissed the girl on her lips and quickly pulled back.
Shooting a hand down, she slipped two fingers deftly into Jenny's warm
snatch.  The girl gasped, and Kara worked her digits like they were buried
in bread dough.  She was slick and practically flowing like a faucet. 
"Congratulations," she said, withdrawing her dripping hand.

   "...huh?...for what?..."

   "You're the new Employee of the Month," said Kara.  To both of their
surprise, a certificate that read "Galaxy Subs Employee of the Month"
appeared out of thin air and floated down to the floor.  Jenny was
completely confused.  Kara smiled at the jeannie's little contribution, and
turned her attention back to the girl.  "Don't worry; you also get a
trophy."

   Kara lifted her apron and watched the red-headed girl's eyes go wide
with surprise.  Never had Jenny seen such a specimen in the flesh, and she
sat pointing at Kara's bobbing cock.

   "...it's a...it's so...my god....it's a..." stammered Jenny.  Whether
she was aware of it or not, her legs opened wider.  Kara moved forward
towards her prey, warm thighs touching.  Kara grabbed her meat and lined
her head up against the girl's hot slit.  "..no, no, no!...the
customer!..."

   "Then you'll just have to try not to scream," said Kara, pushing herself
forward.  Jenny bit her lip and began making a high-pitched but quiet sound
as the penis head moved inside.  The woman on top of her was also biting
her lip, grinning wickedly as she watched her quarry squirm.  Kara savored
the sensations as she pushed her rod a little further into Jenny's warm,
tight recess.

   "...ah...scr....scream..." hissed the girl, whose face was nearly as red
as ketchup.

   "Don't scream," said Kara, "or I'll stop." She halted her penis, and the
girl's legs wrapped around her back.

   "...don't stop!...."

   Kara had a thought, and brushed the hair out of Jenny's face.  "What you
need," said Kara, "is something to keep your mouth occupied." There was a
sound from the counter, and then Jenny saw a pickle fly down in front of
her face.  She only had time to blink before it moved between her lips. 
Kara laughed as she looked down at the girl, whose lips held the pickle
like it was a pudgy green cigar.  "Now shut up."

   The pickle in Jenny's mouth slid inward, and a moment later the meat
stick between her legs began pushing aside her internal organs. 
"..mmmmm!.." she moaned as she pressed her lips and tongue against the
pickle.  Kara's mind filled with stars as her penis barged forward.  Inch
by inch she worked her way into the girl, giving her just enough time to
get used to her size before moving in further.  Each time Jenny thought it
was all the way in, the pressure would build...

   *CRUNCH!*

   Jenny bit down on the pickle as the last two inches went in....

   *CRUNCH!CRUNCH!..crunch...*

   The discomfort was almost unbearable, and she stared up at Kara, whose
eyes bore hard into her own.  Slowly, she began to grow accustomed to the
penis inside her.

   "Are you ready?" asked the dark-haired woman.  Kara was more than ready
to ravage the girl.  Jenny took a deep breath and nodded.  "Loosen your
legs a bit, dear."

   The girl relaxed under her, and Kara eased her hips back to bring the
train out of the station.  Jenny made a series of low hissing sounds as the
fullness disappeared half-way out of her belly; Kara's gut made sensations
like she was on a carnival ride.

   "...yesssss..." hissed Jenny as the woman's throbbing organ moved back
in.  "Do me...." Kara drew her tool back out until only three inches stayed
inside.  "...fuckmefuckmefuckme..." hissed Jenny.  The penis slipped out
until only the bulbous head stayed inside.  Jenny tried thrusting her hips
upwards to fill herself again, but Kara dodged up at the right time.

   "..fuck me, dammit!"

   Kara held her position as she looked down at the girl.  Lustful as she
was, she had to learn some manners.  "You get nothing more until you ask
properly." Jenny took another deep breath.

   "I'm sorry, Kara," said Jenny with a cute frown.  "Fuck me, please?" Her
eyes were wide, lips pouting just a bit.  How could she refuse?"

   "Apology accepted," said Kara, sliding her new cock back into the girl.

   "..aaaaaaAA---"

   "---customer--"

   "--eeee....."

   Jenny's sounds tapered off to a barely audible squeal as the great meat
tube re-opened her slick passage.  Kara commanded her completely, and it
was time to take her pleasure.  All the way in she drove, and the girl's
legs closed around her again.  Kara was barely able to draw her hips back,
and she gave a few short thrusts.

   "Legs, dear," she said.  The legs loosened again, and Kara reached back,
grabbed the girl's ankles, and swung her legs outward and up.

   "Ooh-ooh-ooh.." cried Jenny as Kara positioned her like a puppet.  Then
the penis slid out again...

   *schlissssss....*

   ...and back in.

   "MMMM-Hmmmmm..."

   The feeling was growing stronger throughout Kara's groin, and she began
to stroke her cock in and out of the accomodating girl.  "Thank me, you
ingrateful bitch," she said as she hit a pleasant rhythm.

   "...oh!...oh!...thank!....you!...."

   Kara began thrusting faster, and knew that she would soon feel the mad
rush of orgasm if she kept the pace going for much longer.  She pulled out
and moved Jenny around so that she was on all fours.  Although they were
below the counter, Kara could tell that the man at the table was stirring.
Could he hear them?  Better question: why did she care?

   "Please put it back in me, Kara," said Jenny in a sweet but insistent
voice.  Kara slapped her ass hard.

   *SMACK!*

   "I'll give it to you," said Kara, tracing formless shapes on her butt
cheek, "but you have to scream."

   "Huh?"

   The penis head was at Jenny's cunt hole.  Hands grabbed her waist
firmly. The girl braced herself, and then her interior was swiftly invaded.

   *SKLRISSSSHHHHHH*

   "WAAAAAAAA!" cried Jenny, who could not have held back if she'd been
biting down on a rawhide bone.  Kara watched her penis disappear inside and
relished the warmth.

   "Get ready, because I'm going to fill you silly," she said, and began
stroking with gusto.  She could feel her balls slapping against the girl's
thighs, and pictured her cock head pistoning through woman-flesh.

   "...Aah!...come....gonna..." cried Jenny in full voice.

   Excellent..the girl was ready.  Kara re-gripped Jenny's hips and began
slamming herself home hard.

   "Who's your boss?!" she yelled, burying her meat all the way in.

   "You, Kara!  Youuuuuuuuu!!"

   The stars in Kara's head exploded all at once, and the girl attached to
her penis let out a scream as she shook.  Kara's crotch-finger spasmed as
she shot her gooey fluid inside the girl-

   "Oh my god!" said a man's voice.  It was the customer, and he was
looking down at the pair of them, mouth open.  Kara smiled as she looked up
at him, giving two more quick thrusts and then drawing her hips out.

   *ssssscccchhhlissss....."

   Out flopped Kara's champion penis, several gobs of cum tumbling out of
the girl's hole as it left.  Jenny collapsed to the floor, smiling, and
Kara stood and faced the man, cock in hand.

   "Can I help you?" she asked, swinging her dripping cock.  The man just
blinked, mouth going "ba-ba-ba".  After several moments, he turned and
left, leaving his book at the table.  "That's what I thought," said Kara as
the man went out the door.  Aside from the residual pleasure of sex, there
was another glowing sensation inside her.  A certain power.  An image
flashed in her mind of the strange tall woman, Mike, and the jeannie.  They
were one writhing mass.

   "...mmmmmmm...." came a moaning from the floor, and the image shifted
out of her head.  Looking down, Kara saw Jenny sitting in a stew of juices,
drifting in a hazy delirium of pleasant warmth.  Kara bent down and kissed
her on the forehead.

   "We simply must do this again sometime," said Kara.  Jenny just moaned
as the woman put her pants back on and headed out into the street.