Pussy

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 wallbanger. A stiff silicone shaft, with a suction cup on the flared base. She had never really gotten off on penetration, and thought that might help.

The reporter shucked her pants, mentally measuring the length and girth of the statue's member. It wasn't too far off from her wallbanger—and these days she could take that rather easily. Just to be certain, Lois reached down with two fingers and began rubbing her pussy in a circular motion...not really trying to get off so much as to get wet.

In her shower, the wallbanger allowed Lois a level of control impossible with any human lover. It never got soft, never spurted into her without permission, no wandering hands grabbed at her hips or tits, nor made a play to "accidentally" stick it up her ass—and she had learned, with careful experimentation and time to get used to the length, to appreciate the width of the toy, the way it stretched out and filled her pussy, the heft of it inside of her when she wanted to be filled deep. She still had to play with her clit to really get off, but Lois had at least learned how to enjoy herself...and the reporter admitted she was a little excited to see what she could manage with this.

Lois dropped to her knees, ass facing the stone phallus. The stone dick was almost parallel to the ground, and high enough off the floor that it was too awkward to try and climb on the thing any other way. Slowly, an inch at a time, she backed up, aligning herself by touch until she could feel the cold stone press against her labia...and then the reporter began to rub.

First with a slow up-and-down motion of her hips, letting her pussy juices cover the stone head, and then pressing her slit back against it and grinding a little, feeling her lips begin to open and leak out, one hand playing with her clit. The reporter could feel herself getting excited, as if this were one of her shower-time sessions with the wallbanger, and a part of her wanted the thing inside of her...

So Lois took a deep breath, heart thumping in her chest, and pressed back against the head. It was harder than the silicone, and maybe a fraction bigger...or maybe every cock feels bigger than it looks. But there was no give to the stone dick at all, and against that chill hardness Lois could feel her own flesh surrender, outer lips parting as she pressed infinitesimally more...and a shudder went into her as the cold, cold stone touched her hot tunnel. Lois released the breath she was holding and backed up more, feeling the head of the stone dick inside her channel.

The reporter waited for a moment, hoping her body heat or the pressure of her pussy would activate whatever hidden switch there was on the statue's shaft...but as a minute ticked by and her pussy acclimated to the invader, Lois realized she was going to have to take this a step further.