More Slippery than Soap

Ella stroked the subtly softer shaft of the stone toy. It had grown much warmer, and was pulsing more regularly. Her hand couldn’t quite wrap all the way around the bottle-sized shaft, but she did her best, holding up with one hand and stroking it with the other. Soon, another drop appeared on the tip. She stopped, scooped it off wither her finger and tasted it to great satisfaction.

Then, as she started again, another drop appeared.

“You know, you don’t have to stop if you lick it off.”

Ella continued stroking and touched her tongue to the tip of the stone. This time it was as if there was some subtle salty taste behind the sweetness. When she realized it was the surface of the stone, she grimaced. She’d licked it without even hesitating.

A tiny stream briefly emerged from the tip and Ella slurped it up quickly, touching both tongue and lips to the head of the stone. The overwhelming mixture of sweetness and saltiness made her exhale heavily as the wetness between her legs intensified, and for the first time in years she felt the nipples of her b-cup breasts harden.

“Try stroking down closer to the jewels. I know it’s thick down there, but give it a try.”

Ella obeyed, lifting up the stone as she did so to look more closely at the scrotum. It was almost like it was sweating.

“Oh that’s nothing like sweat. Give it a try.”

She licked one side of the soft sack, then immediately felt compelled to wrap her lips around it and suck on it. If felt, and tasted, like sucking on a red blow pop.

“I can taste what’s inside, even though… it’s still inside.”

“You certainly can, Ella. By the way, I’m starting to leak all over.”

Ella looked up to see the red sweetness sliding down the sides of the shaft.

“It’s gonna get everywhere if you don’t act quickly,” the stone urged.

Fortunately, the head of the stone was smaller than the shaft, though not by much. Ella buried it in her mouth and began to clean it with her tongue and lips. A few minutes passed in a haze until she realized she had set the stone on the floor and was stroking it with both hands while vigorously sucking off the top third.

She detached herself from it, realizing as she did so that there was now a round base about a foot across holding the stone upright.

“That you, Ella. What you did felt wonderful.”

“What?”

“You don’t think you’re the only one getting something out of this, do you?”

“Oh.”

“Look, Ella, I’m ancient. Girls have played with me before. But…'

“But?”

“Your hands… they’re so soft and delicate, but still assertive. And your tongue… ooh… it curls in a way I’ve never experienced before.”

Ella blushed. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

“You’re smiling. I can sense it. I only wish I could truly see it.”

I wish real guys would talk to me like that, Ella thought.

“You mean those boys?” The stone sneered. “I’m not too full of myself… I know I’m barely more than a man. But if you think they’re men, then I’m a god– which I’m not. But compared to them… yeah.”

“You’re just a toy.”

“Am I?”

“What do you mean?”

“Right now, I’m yours. But you could be mine too. If I was whole.”

“What?”

“I’m cursed… remember?”

“You don’t mean…”

“Oh yes, Ella. I very much do mean."