Mouth

Lois recalled that scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The intrepid archaeologist, frantically searching for the secret passage. His strong hands groping those stone tits, and then pushing—well, she could do Dr. Jones one better.

She laid a hand on the stone phallus. It was cool to the touch, and smooth. It didn't give any, when she tugged and pushed gently on it. The reporter ran her hands all over, looking for the tell-tale bump or depression of a hidden switch, to no avail. But she wasn't about to leave without trying everything.

Lois spit on the stone shaft. Rubbed it over the head, to make it as slick as she could. Then she half-crawled onto the altar before the statue, staring down the hard black length of the statue's cock.

In the privacy of her own home, Lois had experimented with a few toys. It was so easy, on the internet these days. No need to go to a sex shop, to have someone silently judge her as she inspected the overpriced merchandise, to see the red-faced men cruising the porn aisles... Her needs were modest, but there had always been that little desire to experiment, and it was so easy to one-click purchase something...which is how she had ended up with that glass wand. Easy to clean, stiffer than silicone. She had never really gotten off on penetration, and thought that might help. But before she had pressed it into her snatch, she had decided to lube it up the old-fashioned way...

Lois was glad of the practice she had on that wand, as she wrapped her lips around her teeth, and spread her tongue out flat. Opened her mouth as wide as it could go. Encompassed the whole head in her mouth in a single, smooth motion. It was less over worries of damaging the stone prick than it was about potentially chipping a tooth.

She sucked softly at it. The stone itself didn't have much taste, but there was a slightly salty-sour aftertaste, and Lois wondered at how many mouths and pussies and anuses had been on this rocky erection before she'd wrapped her lips on it. Whether anyone had bothered to clean it...and even if they had, it probably wasn't enough. She could be sucking on the dried spit and vaginal fluids of dozens.

The thought, instead of turning her off, made her pussy tingle a little. Dirty girl, Lois thought to herself, and smiled around the stone penis. Then she got serious again.

Trying to relax her throat, she pressed herself against the inanimate rod. She had been able to deepthroat the glass wand, but this was thicker and longer. Still, there had to be something...she let her tongue wiggle over the base of the shaft, the sensitive tip surveying the stony anatomy. Felt a bit of bile rise as the glans hit the back of her throat, but breathed through her nose and kept going until the cold length of it was in her throat, lips stretched wide around the shaft, jaw beginning to ache, drooling freely...

She reached onto the statue's hips, to pull herself forward just a little more...and felt as much as heard the soft mechanical click.