Clean it (with your mouth)

Unthinkingly you give the bulbous tip a kiss, water streaming down your shoulders. Your lips tingle and you decide to experiment. You begin sucking the rock and instantly are surprised to find it much more pleasant than it should be. It feels warm in your mouth and your hands cradle the stone balls eagerly.

"Poor statue" you think "so long without release, much be so pent up." The sound of rhythmic chant comes to the edge of hearing, your eyes are glued to the statue, which you now seen has more detail than you first noticed. From your vantage point of sucking it's cock, you can clearly make out the lines of muscle tracing across it and it's wide stance with hands on hips.

You get lost in a trance of trying to please the stonework figure, the sound of women's voices coaxing you on, you could swear the cock was pulsing in your mouth, it also feels less hard than at first. Probably a trick of the mind but you won't stop now.

The voices build to a crescendo and you close your eyes, it must be some kind of trance, because you the voices seem closer now and you feel two warm hands grip your head as the statues cock bulges in your throat.

You try to yank free but there's no hope. The statue has you firmly rooted on it's womanhood as it pumps a thick, honey-like substance into your stomache. The hands never leave your head as the cock grows and extends, pushing down your throat and spearing you on it's member.

You are in full panic as you try to free yourself but it's no good, it has you.