Trapped in Stone - (Fm, fd, humil, bd, creative)
by RH Music
May be copied by anyone to anywhere for any legal purpose whatsoever.
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She was part Syrian and part Egyptian on her mother's side, and
part English on her father's side. Definitely the most exotic
person he had ever had the opportunity to call his girl friend.
It was a magical and potent mixture.
They met in a bar on campus. She walked up, sat down, and
introduced herself as Surrain, "But just call me Surrey," she
said with a smile. Her eyes had a twinkle that entranced him.
"You are beautiful," he replied, then, after gawking a bit,
"Oh, and my name is John Barrows."
That night, and the night after, they stayed together in his
dorm room, in delighted exploration. John was completely
entranced, she was a taut bundle, inventive, cute, and fun. The
third night, they agreed to go to her place.
"Wow!" John exclaimed as he entered. He stepped in an took a
tentative step towards the middle of the room. "This is an
incredible apartment!" The room was nearly a museum, with
elegant glass display cases of the netsuke, jade carvings,
ivory sculptures, Egyptian coins, and other artifacts.
"Thanks!" she said. "It all belongs to Daddy. He's an art and
antiquities dealer. Those are all really just indefinite
loans," she explained. "He travels all over looking for
available antiquities, especially visiting estate sales and
things like that, where important finds are occasionally
brought to light." She took him on a tour of the apartment.
Each sculptures had a fascinating background and story, of
gods, humans, quests, curses, and capturing souls.
Eventually they wandered into the bedroom (which was relatively
bare by comparison), stepped close, and tentatively began to
kiss.
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That night John woke with a start. He sat bolt upright and
looked around. "Surrey?" he whispered. She didn't appear to be
in the bed or in the room. John felt over to her pillow, and
touched a small stone object.
In the dim light, he could tell that it was a small ivory
statue, about the size of his thumb, but thicker, with an
oblong shape. It was a man, about 3 inches tall, squatting on
his knees on a small pedestal, arms by his side, leering.
Overall, it was shaped like a bullet... or a penis. John chuckled
and looked at it more closely, if this was a fertility statue,
then it should have... and there it was. The man was sporting an
oversized penis which lay flat against his stomach, pointing
straight up, carved into the side of the statue. "What will she
think of next?" John wondered if Surrey masturbated with it.
The thought was exciting.
As John studied the statue, he lay back down and, starting to
nod off, rested the figure on his chest. As he dozed off, the
figure began to warm, the carvings appeared to gradually melt
away, and, very gradually, reshape themselves...
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"Oh Shit! It worked." Surrey stepped into the bedroom in the
morning, She had spent the night on the couch in the living
room. As she opened the room she saw that John was gone. And in
his place, was a small statue, about 3 inches high.
John snapped awake at the sound of her voice and right away
knew that something was very wrong. First, he couldn't move!
His whole body felt like it was encased in plaster - although
on the outside it felt naked, and sensitive. He shivered from
the morning cold.
Second, he panicked when he realized he was not breathing,
although he didn't feel like he was suffocating. "Is this what
it feels like to die?" He wondered.
And finally, the bed looked huge! Instead of merely five feet
wide, it looked 20 *yards* wide, and god knows how long. John
was hysterical. He was completely immobilized, he couldn't
talk, move, or breath. His mind whirled in frustration and
fright.
"John!" she exclaimed, delighted at her new discovery, but a
bit worried. "I never thought the legend was true! It was just
a lark that I tried it." Surrey reach down and gently lifted
the statue. John felt her warm, silky fingers close around him
and warm him. His body had become incredibly sensitive, as if
all 6 feet of his touch sensors had been collapsed into the 3
inch statue. John calmed down a bit and forced his mind to
settle. Surrey lifted him 30 feet into the air (to him), and
then walked over to her dressing table.
For the first time, John saw his new form. They both studied
the statue in the mirror. The carvings on the statue had
changed. This time, they were John's features, a perfect
likeness, except not exactly in proportion. In particular, the
body was sculpted to be smooth and torpedo shaped, completely
bald, about an inch and a half in diameter and 3 inches tall.
John was squatting on his knees on a pedestal. The pedestal had
a pencil-sized hole bored through it.
But worst of all, for John, was that he was carved completely
naked. His penis was hard (and felt hard! Eternally hard) and
was carved as this huge member pointing straight up towards his
chin, alongside his stomach. Further, his nipples were large
and extended, looking a bit ridiculous, almost as if he had
slight breasts carved in, and his ass were exposed with a deep
crack carved in. The statue, and John, had become pink ivory.
"Oh John," Surrey felt she should be sorry for him, but she
couldn't help being excited at the discovery. "I never really
thought the legend was true! Daddy told me that this was the
Iqasirra [ee-kah-SIR-ah], a statue designed to capture the body
and soul of a slave as a plaything for an Egyptian princess.
Since he calls me his Egyptian princess, he thought I should
have it. It's the only one in the world... or rather, you are the
only on in the world, that we know of. He acquired it last week
from the estate of a British WWI general."
She covered her mouth with her hand, in shock. "This must be
awful for you!" Surrey realized. She held the statue between
her hands, gently warming it. John felt her fingers stoking his
naked body. "The reason why I chose last night to try it out,
was because of the lunar eclipse, which I know has played a
role in Egyptian religious ceremonies. I guess I'm hoping that
the next lunar eclipse will reverse the spell." John was
grateful for some element of hope, although slim, he was glad
there might be a way out.
"Unfortunately," she continued, "the next lunar eclipse,
according to my friends in astronomy, will not be for another 4
months, and even then we'll have to travel to California to
view it."
John's heart sank. Four months! He was going to miss the entire
summer, his last summer after college before he would start
work. He looked at Surrey feeling despair.
She looked down at him. "I'm sorry John, I really never thought
this would happen." She held him close to her chest, trying to
be comforting. John was in shock, unable to comprehend what was
happening, expecting the whole thing to be a dream.
John felt his body nestle between her breasts, covered by a
thin silky night shirt.
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The rest of the day was spent doing research. Surrain called
her father, not explaining what had happened, but just asking
for more information about the statue. He passed on several
references and Surrey decided to check them out at the library.
After getting dressed to go out, Surrey looked at John trapped
in the statue and wondered if she should take him. She wanted
to compare the statue against pictures at the library, but
didn't want it to be lost, or accidentally misplaced.
"What should I do, John?" She looked at him and noticed for the
first time the unusual size of the carved penis. "That's
curious" she muttered. It seemed the penis was a bit pinker
than the rest of the statue.
"Wait! I know!". She went to her jewelry chest and fished out a
length of silk cord, threaded it through the hole in the
pedestal, and hung the statue around her neck. "Now, I'll be
sure never to leave you behind," she said. She lifted her
shirt, slipped the statue inside, and left the apartment.
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This was unexpected for John. He had thought he'd be left on
the shelf for the entire 4 months, going insane with boredom
while trapped in the statue. Now, he was upside down, with his
head and face nestled between Surrey's massive breasts, his
head barely touching the top of the half-bra that she wore for
support. As she strolled to the library, her breasts bounced
up, gently enclosing his entire head and upper body, and then
stroked down.
John was beside himself. He was always obsessed with breasts,
and especially Surrey's breasts, which were full, ample, and
firm. Now, he was practically encased in them, as they stroked
his entire body. The sensations were just too much.
And his penis felt hard! Well, of course it was hard, it was
carved to be hard. But now, it somehow felt hard and hot, and
pulsing.
A friend called out and Surrey stopped to chat. On the last
bounce as she turned around, her breasts had spread and then
trapped the statue deep in her cleavage, John's head actually
inside her bra. Her answers were a bit short, she was anxious
to get to the library. He felt hot and moist, and smelled a
mixture of animal sweat and perfume. Her breasts compressed
around him. His penis was pressed hard against her warm baby
smooth skin.
Eventually, she said good-bye to her friend and then continued
to the library. As she jogged up the stairs, he was roughly
bounced and rubbed between her bosoms and then John lost all
control: he orgasmed. No sperm came out, but the sensation was
more intense than he had ever experienced. Electric shocks
raced through his body and he blacked out for a minute from the
sensory overload. "Oh jesus," he thought as he woke up, "that
was incredible."
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Surrey reached the section on Egyptian antiquities at the
library and started scanning for books. Hidden in the stacks,
she fished into her shirt and pulled the statue out to take
another look.
She was surprised because the statue seemed to be a deeper
shade of pink than she remembered. Holding up to the light it
was definitely darker. How could this be?
Then she spied the penis. It was an even brighter pink. "Oh, my
God!" she exclaimed, looking at it. She rubbed her hand over it
and watched in amazement as the pink turned to red, still as
hard as stone.
Her hand involuntarily jerked back. "This is weird," she
muttered, watching the red gradually fade from the penis. "I
wonder if I'm hurting him?"
Surrey again looked around, making sure that no one was
watching. She felt a bit embarrassed to be playing with this
obvious fertility god in public. Stroking another man's penis!
Maybe it was just a statue, and only 3 inches tall, but it was
still weird and somehow perverted.
But once she thought of it, she couldn't resist trying. She
held John in one hand, and then gradually rubbed her finger up
and down the carved penis. She was rewarded when the carved
stone cock turned bright pink, then red, and then, for just a
second or so, became a dark purplish color. After that, the
color faded back to pink.
She sat down on the floor, her mind swirling. Yes, John was
trapped in the statue, with some incredibly potent magical
powers. Until this point, she had thought it might be all some
trick played by John, in league with her father, although she
knew intellectually that that would be impossible. But then,
this was impossible too!
She steadied her breath, found the books she was looking for,
and started studying. After a while she smiled, knowing now
what John must feel, as she dropped the statue back inside her
shirt, to nestle between her bosoms.
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As it turns out, the "Catalog of Egyptian Antiquities from
Private Collections" was particularly helpful. In it, she found
a description of the General who had found the statue and the
curse surrounding it.
Originally, the statue was owned by an Egyptian princess,
Sulemara, also known as the "Man Eater" for some of the
particularly nasty things she had done to one or two of her
princes. There was even a carved drawing, in her tomb, showing
Sulemara stroking a penis-shaped statue. It is these two facts
combined which led to the legend.
It was discovered, along with hundreds of other items by
Egyptian archeologists in 1803 as they were excavating in the
neighborhood of the Rosetta stone, probably it was originally
hidden in a temple there by an Egyptian Priest who may have
acquired it through personal service to the princess (or who
may have stolen it). After discovery, it seemed to be merely
cataloged and stored. Then, Brigadier General Lewis, well known
for his admiration of antiquities, acquired it when Egypt was
occupied by the British for a time during the second world war,
apparently as a present from a local politician.
The Brigadier was apparently quite proud of the statue,
although it was naturally too lewd to bring up in polite
company. He ended up giving it to his only son, Robert, upon
his graduation from Oxford.
Strangely, about 2 years later, the son disappeared while
visiting home, and was later found, dead from exposure in a
neighboring field. This strange occurrence was widely reported
and the papers suggested that a curse from one of the
Brigadier's Egyptian antiquities had been responsible.
Which brings us to the present, when Surrain's father inspected
and purchased the statue from the estate of the Brigadier,
who's widow had recently died at the ripe old age of 98.
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That night, after a whole day wrapped in Surrey's bosoms, John
was ready for a rest. Surrey placed him on her bureau, had a
shower, and then laid in bed reading. After a minute she looked
up and saw the statue, with John trapped inside, looking at
her.
"I wonder if you're cold?" she mused, as she stood up and
walked over. She picked up the statue, thought for a second,
and then opened a drawer. Inside was a jumble of bras, panties,
tap pants, and other lingerie. She wrapped the statue in a pair
of her silk panties, and then put him into the drawer. All her
undergarments smelled of baby powder and perfume. "It's
official, I'm in heaven," John decided.
"There, since I need to wear underwear every day, I will never
forget you there." With a wicked grin she reached down and
began stroking his penis through the silk panties. The panties
were all around him, so he felt his entire body caressed by
silk. It only took about 15 seconds before he climaxed, for the
4th time that day. She kept stroking, it was nearly painful
because he was so sensitive.
After a few more seconds, Surrey stopped, closed the drawer,
turned out the lights, and went to bed.
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John woke to bright sunlight as Surrey opened the lingerie
drawer. "You are there!" she exclaimed, "I had convinced myself
that it was all a dream." She lifted the ivory figure,
disentangled it from a bit of panty lace, and then carried it
to the kitchen.
"I had thought I was dreaming too," John thought, in
resignation. He was glad to have slept, however, for he was a
bit afraid that he might not be able to in his new state. His
dreams had been filled with exotic images of female figures,
Egyptian princesses, and slavery. "Will I dream about these
things every night?" he wondered. Thoughts of a slavish
devotion to Surrain had insinuated into his dreams that night
and caressed his frame him as he woke.
Surrey fixed a cup of coffee as she looked thoughtfully at the
statue. The penis was just a little pinker than the rest. She
reached out idly and stroked it. Instantly, it turned bright
pink, then red.
"Rock-hard morning hard-on?" She asked, playfully. She took
another look and was struck by an idea. Surrey jumped up and
fetched some cold water from the refrigerator, and a paper
towel.
Soaking up some water from the towel, she dabbed the water on
the carved ivory penis.
Instantly, the penis lost all color, becoming a natural ivory
shade of white. "Wow!" she exclaimed, wiping the cold water
off with a dry towel.
John, meanwhile, was trying to recover. "God, that's cold!" he
shuddered inside, shivering. "What the hell is she doing:
torturing me?"
"I have an idea, John," Surrey explained. "I want to ask you a
question. If the answer is 'Yes', then think sexy thoughts to
make your penis get red." She paused for a second. "I hope this
works."
Surrey sat up, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and then
leaned over to look at John intently. "OK, first question, and
by far the most important." She paused, "can you hear me, and
do you understand me?"
After holding her breath for two seconds, a pause, and then ....
Yes! The carved cock was getting pink, then red!
"All right!" Surrey clapped her hands and fisted the air. "We
can communicate!" She applied more cold water to the penis,
which quickly returned to ivory again.
"This is great," she exulted in her cleverness. "OK, now I'm
going to ask you a series of questions, and I hope and pray
that all of the answers are 'No'. Because, otherwise, we could
be in serious trouble."
Surrey started her questions. "First, are you suffocating, or
do you have trouble breathing when your face is covered?" She
looked carefully, held up a watch, but after 30 seconds there
was no change. She was relieved. Of course, there were no
apparent holes through which he could breath, but she was still
glad that John appeared to be OK.
"Second, are you starving?" The mouth was just a carved
indentation, so she had no idea of how to feed him if he was.
Fortunately, after half a minute or so, there was no change.
"Does it hurt when you hang upside down?" No change.
"Here's a strange question which I thought of last night: Do
you experience time any slower or faster than before?" No
change.
"Does it hurt when I pick you up or hold you?" No change.
"Now, I've been wondering if we should notify your family about
your problem. Only I'm sure they would never believe me. So, I
was planning to just pretend that you are a missing person
until we can figure out how to get you out of there. Do you
object to that plan?"
John thought it over. He realized that he was completely
dependent on Surrey, and that there was nothing his family
could do to help. So, reluctantly, he agreed by thinking unsexy
thoughts (ice cold water, rugby, and Margaret Thatcher). The
penis showed no change.
"Good!" She was very relieved. Then she smiled wickedly.
"Do you want to be my pendant when I go out Jogging?"
Surrey laughed. It had only taken 1/2 a second for the penis to
turn bright red. She stroked the penis some more. "I'll go get
ready!"
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"Ms. Surrain must be the smartest person alive," mused John,
grateful for the chance to communicate, however limited. The
amount of relief he felt that someone could *listen* was
enormous.
Surrey stepped out of the apartment and down the steps, put the
cord around her neck and slipped the statue into her shirt. The
face of the statue with John trapped inside rested on her
sports bra. After a quick stretch, she took off.
"Oh Boy, [whomp!] this [whomp!] is not as [whomp!] fun as I
thought [whomp!] it would [whomp!] be!" John thought. Each step
and the statue bounced up and down, slamming down on Surrey's
breasts, moving easily within the loose T-Shirt.
Surrey stopped. "This is really not working," she said to John,
pulling him out. "Let's try this instead!" She hooked a finger
into the sports bra, pulled it out, and buried the statue deep
in her cleavage, between her breasts. As she let go of the bra,
it tightened and squeezed her tits together, tightly trapping
John and squeezing all around the statue. The breasts were so
big in comparison to the statue, it was like being pressed
between two large bean-bags, except that they were smooth and
soft skin.
John was literally drowning in hot, sweaty tit flesh. All parts
of his body were squeezed and trapped, rubbing deep in Surrey's
cleavage.
Surrey patted her chest and took off jogging for a second time.
The first jolt was enough to send John over the edge: he
climaxed. But the intense, full-body massage continued, rubbing
silky skin over his entire body from head to toe. His climax
had just begun to subside, the peak had just been reached and
passed, when he found the forced stimulation and intimacy
getting him excited again! He fought it for a minute or so,
then succumbed and climaxed again. There seemed to be no end to
his orgasms. This must have be a side-effect of the magic which
had trapped him, his new ability to feel such intense pleasure
for longer periods of time and to stay so near the peak of
orgasm.
"And to think," Surrey said out-loud. "I always buy my sports
bras two sizes too small, just to make sure that everything
stays put!" She giggled at the thought of this horny figurine
trapped between her swinging breasts. "That lecherous little
rock," she thought, "I bet I can think of some things to really
blow a fuse or two!"
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After a 4-mile jog, Surrey was finished. She disrobed on the
way to the bathroom. The cock on the statue was a very dark
purple. "Oh you poor thing!" she said in mock sympathy. "Here,
let me take care of that for you." She stroked the carved penis
and was rewarded when the purple peaked and then gradually
faded to red, then pink. "There now, isn't that nicer?"
Little did she know that it was John's 8th orgasm since the
start of the jog. It had been, without a doubt, the most
extended and mind-blowingly exhausting experience he had ever
had. He almost lost track of where one climax ended, and where
the next began. He was ready for a rest. Ice cold water would
be wonderful.
As they entered the bathroom, Surry idly stroked the statue
over her nipples, while kicking off her shoes. She took off her
socks which landed to the floor with a splat, they were heavy
with sweat. "I think we'll go to the physics lab today." She
said out-loud. I have a friend there who might be able to help
see what makes you tick.
"But first," she continued, "you'll be safe here!" And with
that, she picked up her gym sock, wrapped it around john,
literally dripping, and the stuffed the bundle into the toe of
her sneaker. John couldn't help it, it was so rank and
degrading that he orgasmed again.
Surrey stepped into the shower, giggling with how wicked she
had become.
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The physics lab was a complete bust. The only reading of any
kind which they got from the statue was a slight infrared
emission. "Probably left over from your body heat." Jim told
Surrey.
Jim was a nice friend, Surrey thought to herself, but she
wondered how good at physics he really was. Anyway, the statue
showed no magnetic, radioactive, X-Ray, alpha particle, radio,
or electrical emissions of any kind.
Naturally John was mortified at being displayed in the open to
this stranger. After all, he was completely naked! And there
was nothing he could do, trapped as he was, to cover himself
up. If only his figure didn't have such a large cock, such
large nipples, and that leering expression.
Worse, Jim laughed out-loud when he first saw the statue, and
would have called in the other grad students if Surrey hadn't
stopped him at the last minute.
"Why do you think this thing has energy inside it anyway?" Jim
asked.
"Well," Surrey hesitated, "because of this." She rubbed the
ivory cock on the statue to a health pink. John just about died
from embarrassment.
"Hey that's great!" John laughed at how over-the-top this
trinket was. "But it's no big deal, just heat sensitive. Dozens
of chemicals do that. Maybe it's a mood statue!" He laughed,
thinking himself very clever.
Surrey rolled her eyes. Seeing that there wasn't anything more
to do, she thanked Jim, put the figurine around her neck, and
left the lab. "It might be a mood statue," she mumbled to
herself, "but not in the way that you think!"
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That afternoon, Surrey got a call from her friend Janice. "Come
with us to a movie," Janice asked, "it's starring Daniel Day
Lewis, hoot, hoot!" Surrey laughed and agreed to join them for
a "Ladies Night Out". There was nothing else to do anyway,
since it was Sunday night.
As she dressed for the evening (Jeans and a T-shirt), she
wondered if she should bring the statue. "Do you want to join
me for a movie?" She asked John. "You won't be able to see
anything, 'cause I'll have to keep you out of sight."
Even though, John wanted to go. The penis turned red.
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After the movie, the clutch of girlfriends decided to get a
late-night snack at a local diner. After the main course, they
sat chatting over coffee and desert.
"Guess who I saw today, Surrey?" Janice asked, looking like a
tease. Janice was Surrain's closest friend. They had been
roommates when they were undergrads. Janice was from New York,
tall, thin, small sharp features, with short black hair.
"Who?"
"Why, Jim in the physics lab!" Janice showed a grin a mile
wide.
"So?" Surrey tried to affect an air of indifference.
"Well, he says you have an Egyptian fertility statue, which you
carry with you. Is that true?" The other girls all looked at
Surrey with naughty delight.
"That good-for-nothing gossip," Surrey grumbled, "I swear I'll
kill him!"
"So, is it true?" April asked. April was Janice's current
roommate. Her body was more fleshy and voluptuous, with larger
bosoms and long brown hair.
"Yes, it is." Surrain sighed in resignation.
Meanwhile, John, hidden in Surrey's shirt, was listening to
this conversation with trepidation. "Don't tell them!" He
prayed to himself. He did not want to be exposed in front of
these strangers in such a blatantly sexual and naked pose.
"Well, let's see it!" Cory was a former lab partner of
Surrey's, who lived close by. Cory was athletic and tall. All
of the girls joined in to the chorus. "Yes! Lets!"
Surrey realized that she could not ignore her friend's pleas,
and she knew they would be offended if she became upset. So,
Surrain reached in and pulled out the statue.
"Noooooo!" Thought John, in horror. He felt very, very small as
he was placed on the table for all to see. Cold, shivering, and
exposed. If only he didn't have such a lewd grin on his face!
John nearly fainted from shame.
The girls spontaneously burst out in gales of laughter. The
statue was so perverted, and the cock was so oversized, and the
expression was so dirty, that they just couldn't help
themselves. They all leaned closer to take a close look. John
felt their eyes boring into them. He felt as if he were on
display to the entire restaurant!
"Where'd you get it? Why are you wearing it? What's it for?"
They were full of questions. Surrey tried to answer them all,
explaining that it was a very rare and very old Egyptian
artifact from her father, that it was a fertility statue
intended to entertain Egyptian princesses, and that she carried
it with her because of it's sentimental value. This didn't
quite ring true to her friends, of course, but they let it go,
imagining that Surrey kept it with her because she delighted in
being depraved and rebellious.
April reached out to touch the penis. As she stroked it, she
gasped when it turned a bright red. "Look at that!" she
exclaimed. The other girls' eyes widened in amazement.
"Ummm," Surrey faltered, "Jim says that parts of it are heat
sensitive, and so it change color when it gets warm." Surrey
knew different, of course. Would her friends figure out the
truth?
John's brain had frazzled completely. A recurring nightmare of
his was now being realized: naked, exposed, in the middle of a
restaurant, unable to cover himself, trapped, with four
beautiful women staring at him closely, and watching as his
cock became bright red. He was mortified.
Delighted, all three of Surrey's friends reached over to stroke
the statue. John felt three sets of fingers stroking all over
his body, around the tip of his head (which was, unaccountably,
very sensitive), over his back and ass, over his exposed and
sensitive nipples, and (of course) up and down his cock, which
quickly became dark purple, and then peaked as he quickly
climaxed. "I am sick!" he screamed to himself, "I am getting
off on being trapped and humiliated in public!"
"Why is it getting lighter?" Cory, the chemistry major, was
fascinated.
"Jim thought that it might have two competing chemicals, so
that after a point it would get lighter rather than darker."
Surrey had quickly made that up, hoping Cory would buy it.
"It's still something of a mystery..." she trailed off, hoping no
one would notice.
"You know what it looks like," Cory continued, "it looks like
it just climaxed!" Now, that was hilarious! John shrank in
shame as they attracted the attention of the rest of the
restaurant who looked over at the rambunctious girls.
"Let's try an experiment!" Cory exclaimed, reaching for the
statue. Before Surrey could stop her, Cory had dunked it, head
first, into her ice water!
The water hit John's body and chilled him to the bone. All
color from the statue disappeared completely, and it turned a
natural ivory color with no pink what-so-ever.
"Goodness!" April interjected. "It looks like the entire statue
*is* heat sensitive, not just the... [she whispered aware of other
tables nearby], the... [the other girls looked at her,
snickering, knowing what she was going to say] ...the penis!"
This brought on more giggles.
Both Surrey and John groaned. This was getting out of hand.
"Let's try this!" Janice reached out and plucked the statue
away from Cory. Then she proceeded to dip the figurine into her
tall, double amaretto cappuccino.
It was hot, but not scalding. The cappuccino had cooled to the
point where it was drinkable. Still, the statue came out
flushed and bright pink. Somehow, the penis was darker than the
rest.
"Well, that proves it!" Janice said, "it is definitely heat-
sensitive."
Janice looked at the statue, now dripping with coffee and
amaretto, getting lighter as it cooled off. Not wanting to
waste any of the cappuccino, and not thinking about what she was
doing, she put the statue in her mouth, and then noisily licked
and sucked off all of the coffee.
Janice paused, the penis-shaped statue still half in her mouth,
and looked at the other girls, wondering why they were staring
at her with such stunned expressions. Then she realized what
she was doing: sucking an ancient Egyptian dildo in public!
"Oh Jesus," she gasped, then quickly pulled the statue out of
her mouth and hid it in her lap. The other girls started
smiling, then burst out laughing. Janice looked around to see
if anyone else in the statue had seen her display.
John, meanwhile, trapped in the statue, had just undergone a
variety of experiences. First, fondled by three curious
females, then dipped in ice-cold water, then dipped in hot
scalding coffee, and then plunged whole-body into a warm mouth,
which slurped and washed his whole body and all of his exposed
and (formerly) private parts. "This must be what a spoon feels
like," he mused, dipping with saliva from head to toe, and with
a bright-red cock.
"Oh Janice, that was priceless!" April cried out, laughing so
hard that tears were pouring down her eyes. "Let's see some
more of that technique! I think I could learn something!"
Janice stuck her tongue out at them and put the statue back
onto the table top. Her face was stop-sign red with acute
embarrassment ("Serves her right!" thought John, himself also
embarrassed and exposed). "I was just licking off the coffee,"
Janice tried to explain, sputtering. The rest of the girls just
dissolved into more laughter.
"Here! It's my turn!" Cory reached out and grabbed the statue,
her laughs subsiding. She turned slightly away towards the
wall, so that no one else in the restaurant could see, and then
started to tongue the tip of the ivory statue, on the head.
Cory smiled and the other girls broke into more giggles at the
display.
"Oooh baby," Cory joked, mocking sexual excitement, "I love it
when you taste like decaf!" Her tongue swirled further around
the figurine, as she gradually, but surely, sucked the entire
body into her mouth, and then bobbed it in an out like giving a
blow job to real penis.
John was unable to hear Cory's sarcastic comments, as her
tongue wetly circled and washed around his head, over his eyes,
nose, mouth, and ears. When Cory drew him completely into her
mouth, he came right away, his whole body alive with deep
humiliation and wet saliva stimulation.
"OK, Girls, girls!" Surrey reached over and snatched the
statue from Cory. "I think that that's enough. This is a rare
artifact, after all. Please treat this penis with a little
respect."
"Why should I?" countered Janice, "I certainly don't treat any
other penis with respect!"
The evening had sunk to a new low.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Later that night Surrey apologized to John. "It really got out
of hand, I'm sorry. I'll have to avoid that sort of display in
the future. Were you hurt in any way?"
She watched the statue carefully, but the carved ivory cock
stayed the same light shade of pink.
Surrey settled down in bed and carefully examined the sculpture
for damage. "It looks like you're OK." She paused for a second.
"It must have been humiliating, to be exposed and naked like
that in the middle of a crowded public restaurant... especially
with three loud and giggling girls playing with you. I'm really
sorry that you had to live through it."
John looked at Surrey staring down. His mind flashed to his
experience in the restaurant, and, against his will, his penis
reddened. John groaned inside, apparently just the thought of
his degradation was enough to cause him to get excited.
Surry looked closer. "What's this?" she asked. John tried to
think un-sexy thoughts, but failed. "Do you like being given a
full-body blow-job?" She asked him, point blank. John gave up
any attempts at control. The carved ivory cock turned a deep
shade of red.
"Well, we can certainly help you there!" Surrey kissed the tip
of the penis-shaped figure, then kissed it all over - over
John's nipples, face, back, buns, toes, and cock. Her kisses
were warm and caressing.
Next, her tongue poked out, and started licking lightly over
all parts of the statue's body. Over the head, down the side of
the face, in and out of each eye, over the nose and lips,
around the neck, playing lightly (but wetly) over the nipples,
around the stomach, over each bun, wiggling into the ass crack
as deeply as possible, and then up and down the penis shaft,
and over the balls. John climaxed for the first time under the
delicate stimulation as his every nook and cranny was explored.
Finally, Surrey drew the entire figure into her mouth, feeling
each bump and curve on her tongue and cheeks. John felt his
entire body being engulfed, completely surrounded by flesh, and
tongue, and drenched with saliva. The stimulation was
incredible, her whole mouth was alive, massaging, undulating.
He quickly came a second time.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = =
The next morning Surrey joined Janice on her way to Aerobics.
They both did Monday morning Aerobics at the College Gym,
before concentrating on their grad-student studies for the rest
of the week.
"My god," Janice exclaimed, "last night was a blast. I hope the
statue was OK."
"It's fine," Surrey answered. "I couldn't believe you guys!"
As they changed into tights and leotards, Janice noticed that
Surrey was still carrying the statue. "Are you still carrying
that with you?"
Surrey looked up. "Yeah. It's sort of a good-luck charm."
"You lech!"
Surrey stuck out her tongue at Janice. "It's suppose to be a
secret, you know."
They finished up and walked into the gym for the aerobics
session. As the instructor started on the warm-ups, Surrey felt
a little tug at the back of her neck. She turned around and saw
Janice grinning at her. "What?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing!" Janice replied. They started their warm-ups.
When they got to the jumping jacks, Surrain took two jumps and
felt the statue begin to slither down the front of her leotard.
"That horrible sneak!" Surry thought. Apparently, Janice had
untied the string holding John around her neck.
The instructor called out, "What's wrong Surrey? Let's keep up!
Jump higher!"
Surrey sighed, it was obvious that she couldn't stop to fix the
string. She'd just have to grin and bear it. She continued her
jumping jacks, and felt the statue work it's way lower and
lower, every time she hit the ground.
John had felt the loosening of the string as soon as Janice had
untied the knot. The statue didn't move initially, trapped as
it was between Surrey's breasts and leotard. But it only took
two bounces during the jumping jacks, and John broke free of
the bosoms, and slid down her chest, deeper into the leotard,
which felt like a tent to John, except that the floor was
Surrey's hot and sweaty abdomen.
Surrey hoped no one would notice the little bulge working it's
way down her stomach. It seemed to have reached the waistband
of the tights and then stopped. Fortunately, everyone
(except Janice, of course!) appeared to be concentrating on
their exercise.
After jumping jacks there came a series of energetic stretching
and working of various muscle groups.
"Oh!" Surrey exclaimed. During their left-right body twists,
the statue had gradually worked it's way underneath the
waistband of her tights. She dreaded what was coming next.
"OK! Running in place!" the instructor called out. The entire
room started to jog energetically.
John felt the head of the statue work it's way into the
waistband of the tights. When Surrey started to jog, each step
seemed to drill the figurine deeper and deeper into the tights.
"What's that?" John wondered, feeling a little tickling around
his face. "Oh my god! It's her pubic hair!" John came almost
instantly (it was his 2nd time since the aerobics started).
Each step of Surrey caused the statue to edge its way further
and further in, working insistently into the crotch of her
tights. His face was now buried in her pubic hair, like rolling
in tall grass. As he worked further down, the tights and
leotard became tighter and tighter, pressing his face and body
harder and deeper into her crotch.
"More jumping jacks!" the instructor commanded. To Surrey, it
seemed that the entire class was designed to move the statue
into the most intimate and embarrassing position possible.
"Higher Surrey!" The instructor scolded.
That was enough. Two high jumping jacks and the face of the
statue dropped to the top of Surrain's pussy, where it was
mashed into her clitoris by her tights and leotard.
"Oh gosh!" Surrey stumbled, dropping to her knee. The
stimulating touch of the statue was far more powerful than she
expected! She gasped, breathing deeply, and then weakly got
back to her feet. "My god," she thought, "I almost came!"
Surrey had never experienced nerve stimulation so strong, "is
there something special about the statue which causes this?"
she wondered, "or is it just that I've been horny for so long?"
The instructor and Janice both rushed up to Surrey. "Are you
all right?" she asked.
"I'm fine," Surrey responded, trying to hide the suspicious
bulge in her crotch. "Here, I can continue." She took a few
test jumps, and then got back into the rhythm. The instructor
and Janice both went back to their places.
Each jumping jack stretched the fabric of her crotch extremely
tight, mashing the statue hard onto her clit, causing Surrey to
gasp. After two more jumps: she came. Hard.
"Ohhh!" a groan spontaneously burst from her lips. She
faltered, shuddered, but regained her balance and continued.
Seeing that something was definitely not right with Surrey, the
instructor decided to slow down the pace. "OK, on your hands
and knees. Now, stretch out your left leg behind you, 1, 2, 3,
now your right leg. All the way, Surrey!"
Surrey was grateful for the slower pace, and now the bulge in
her crotch would be less noticeable. Unfortunately, as she got
onto her hands and knees and stretched out her leg, she
realized that the stretching caused the statue to slide about
an inch up and down her pussy slit, rubbing her clit
maddeningly.
John felt his head now engulfed by Surrain's pussy, with his
entire head wrapped and enclosed with wet female sex. Surrey
was extremely horny and her vagina was flowing copiously, and
John was drenched with pussy juice, it had worked its way into
every crevice of the statue. John's penis was rubbing up
against the top of Surrey's slit, back and forth, over her
clit. He orgasmed again.
Two more leg stretches and Surrey came for a second time, this
time even more powerfully. Her arms became rubbery the orgasm
washed over her and she collapsed on the floor.
Surrey finally realized that trying to continue was ridiculous.
She got up and quickly walked out of the room, red-faced. As
she turned the corner out of sight from the class, she
collapsed on the floor with a third orgasm.
The instructor walked over to Janice. "Do you think she'll be
OK?"
"Oh, ah... sure!" Janice replied. She saw several faces of the
class looking at her for an explanation. "Ummmm," Janice
improvised, "She's just recovering from a stomach infection.
Nothing to worry about!"
= = = = = = = = = = = = = =
That night, Surrey crawled into bed with her purse. She opened
it up, unwrapped the ivory figurine, and examined it. Surrey
started to get wet just from holding it. "My god," she said
out-loud, "what have you done to me... I've become a
nymphomaniac!"
After the embarrassment in the aerobics studio, Surrey had
undressed and wrapped John tightly into her (very wet and
soiled) used pair of panties, and then put the statue in her
purse. John had stayed there, tightly wrapped with the smells
of sex, perfume, sweat, and urine assaulting his sense of smell
all day.
Surrey, for her part, could not get the statue out of her mind.
She spent the day at the library chasing down reference
material for her dissertation, mindless and tedious work. She
was generally a disciplined worker, however, and with the use
of check-lists she made it through the day and was mostly
productive.
Occasionally, however, when her mind wandered to the
sensations in the aerobics studio, she would freeze, and
something approaching a mini-climax should shudder through her
body. She would feel goose bumps rise, and her fingers might
absent-mindedly reach into her purse to stroke the statue a few
times before she came to her senses and quickly snapped it
shut.
Sitting in bed that night, Surrey tried to figure out what to
do. The first option was to have cold showers and try to put
the statue aside. The second option was to use it as much as
possible and perhaps the stimulation would wear off, or she
would become tired of it. But what if she became truly addicted
to it? Was it possible to become completely addicted to orgasms
achieved from a dildo? Judging from the power of her orgasms
this morning, it certainly seemed possible.
Her brain seemed to be locked up and totally frozen with
indecision. She was in the process of trying to decide just how
to make a decision when she noticed that her fingers, taking
the initiative, were lightly stroking the statue. She watched
her hand with amusement, operating independently of her brain,
as it stroked and toyed with the shaft of the statue. As this
continued, she realized that an electric sensation was passing
down her arm and suffusing throughout her body, causing her
nerve endings to tingle. It was a sensation of excitement, for
sure, but more than that, she had a sense of urgency. A
compelling sense of an urgent need, which seemed to be
radiating from the statue.
Her left hand lightly worked it's way to her pussy and began to
stroke her slit through the panties, lightly with her
fingernails at first.
"What's happening to me?" She asked, out-loud. "Is this what
an addiction feels like?"
Surrey watched her hands, which operated like robot arms under
some outside remote control. Somehow, she couldn't control
them, or she couldn't bring herself to control them, the
sensations were too strong. Her right hand was now rubbing the
statue lightly over her nipples which thrust out, exposed. Her
left hand had made now a deep furrow into her panties as it
stroked ever more urgently over her sex.
Surrey felt her self control slipping away, gradually, as the
statue and it's control over her body became absolute in its
desire to excite and stimulate her. Being a fiercely
independent and self confident individual, she held back,
struggling internally to hold onto the hope that she could
gather her wits and put the statue aside. But as the
stimulation continued, she realized that it was a lost cause,
and the statue began to control her in earnest.
Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and
slipped them off. She tightly squeezed her legs together,
stimulating her clit by the pressure. The statue worked its way
from her nipples up to her mouth, where it lightly rubbed
against her lips, before she started to kiss and lick it.
Meanwhile, John, trapped in the statue, felt sexual energy
flowing everywhere Surrain touched. He had been increasingly
frustrated all day long, feeling his energy gradually building,
wondering why it didn't cause the statue to explode. As Surrey
stroked him, he felt a rush of excitement, and came right away.
Then, as she started to kiss and lick the statue, John felt her
lips surrounding his head, rubbing over his face. Her tongue
was two feet wide as it trailed over his body, working it's way
into every nook and cranny, washing his penis in saliva.
John knew what was coming next. Surrey gradually traced the
statue down her body, between her bosoms, and, gently,
tentatively, into the bush which was her pussy hair. John felt
his face thrust wetly into her sopping pussy as the first jolt
of energy passed between them. Surrey was so struck by the jolt
that her body arched up at least a foot in the air.
"Arrg!" Surrey screamed! She had never felt a sensation like
that before! It was like pure orgasm had surged between the
statue and her clitoris. She pressed it urgently into her slit
and stroked another quick orgasm to life. "Oh god!" she said,
as a third hummed its way through her body.
John felt Surrey spasming around him, and he climaxed as well,
feeling his pent-up sexual energy flowing into Surrain.
"There's plenty left" he thought. It had been a long and
frustrating day.
Surrain gave up all pretenses, and thrust the statue deep into
her pussy.
John was plunged head-first into the sopping wet pussy. He slid
in easily, and her pussy walls surrounded his entire body,
rubbing pussy juice and hot flesh over every millimeter of his
body. He had been swallowed whole by a woman's vagina, with
membranes pulsing, pressing, and oozing around him, with his
head and face wedged into the deepest, darkest, wettest space
of all.
Surrey frantically rubbed her clit while thrusting the statue
into her vagina as deep as possible, so that John's head was
bumping hard against her cervix. She climaxed a fourth time,
this time the hardest of all. John felt the muscles around him
clamp down hard, and then rhythmically grasp around him, pussy
juices squishing around him, crushing him with its violent
spasms.
Surrey relaxed against the bed, letting the orgasm wash over
her and gradually ebb away, shivering with goosebumps. She
reached down and pulled the statue out, which came out with a
gush of juices that dribbled down, over her anus, and onto the
bed.
Surrey was exhausted, and so was John. Her breath came out in
gasps as she gulped air to try and recover. The statue lay
against her thigh.
Somehow, the hand holding the statue began to move on its own
again. Lightly rubbing the statue up and down her thigh, then
over her pubic hair, then rubbing lightly against her clit.
"What am I doing?" she wondered wildly, somehow too wiped out to
stop her own hand! "I am possessed! This could kill me!" But
then she felt, deep inside, she did have another orgasm
growing. A warm spot, deep inside her soul, was beginning to
throb with pleasure.
This time, too exhausted to resist, Surrey gave up almost at
once. She thrust the statue back into her wet pussy, where it
slid in easily. Automatically her legs propped up to give her
better access, with her ass raised slightly.
Then, without thinking, she did what she always did next with a
dildo. She reached a hand down, underneath her leg and
buttocks, and grasped hold of the statue from behind. Then she
pulled it out, spread her buttocks, and pushed the head of the
statue to the opening of her puckered anus.
"NOOOOOO!!!" John screamed. But of course, Surrey couldn't
hear. He felt Surrey press his head against her anus, this time
with more urgency.
Surrey's anus was tingling. She liked being penetrated anally,
and she felt a need. It was a deep itch which could only be
scratched by being filled with a hard dildo as deep as
possible in her anus.
The head of the statue, lubricated with pussy juice, was slowly
worked past the sphincter muscle. John felt the incredibly
tight muscle wrap around his head, wrapped so tightly there was
no room for movement or wiggling, except to go deeper.
Surrey applied more pressure and the statue went deeper. The
Sphincter was now tightly wrapped around John's upper body, and
his head was completely engulfed. As he smelled and tasted his
surroundings, he came.... HARD.
Surrey somehow felt his orgasm as a tingling electric pulse in
her anus. She started rubbing her clit with her free hand and
thrust the statue in deeper. Exhausted from her previous
orgasms, this one took longer to build. One hand rubbing her
clit with more urgency and pressure, and the other insistently
pressing the statue deeper into her ass.
John was now three-quarters of the way in. Surrey's tight anus
was desperately clutching around his legs, with her intestinal
walls were wrapped fully around his body. She groaned, pushed
harder, and the entire statue was thrust up her ass. John
climaxed a second time as he felt his entire body degraded and
engulfed by Surrey's most intimate orifice.
That was enough. Surrey pressed hard on her clit one last time,
and climaxed. This time the climaxed hummed through her body,
causing convulsions of all her muscles, as she violently rocked
back and forth. John was squeezed, rubbed, and brutally
manipulated by the powerful contractions. He came again.
As Surrey gradually settled down, she began to shake and
shiver. As she weakly pulled the covers tightly around her, she
wondered at how exhausted she was... and in a few seconds she was
asleep.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = =
The next morning, Surrey was incredibly apologetic as she
washed the statue thoroughly under warm soap and water. John
had spent the night thrust deep into her ass, completely buried
from head to toe. He had come an additional 8 times that night,
as Surrey moved, rolled over, squeezed her buns or intestinal
muscles. "What kind of sicko am I?" he wondered.
As time wore on, Surrain was able to control her desires for
the statue, with difficulty, although the first week was an
exhausting masturbatory orgy. She eventually got on with her
life and her dissertation. John went with her everywhere,
either tied on a string around her neck, or sometimes (if she
was feeling very wicked) tucked between her ass cheeks as she
wore a tight girdle and a dress.
John lost track of the degrading situations which would cause
him to orgasm. In her shoes, wrapped into her hair as it was
made up into a bun, thrust deep into a sweaty armpit, dangling
between her legs as she urinated, trapped between the groins of
two sweaty bodies as she was fucked by a one-night stand with a
huge penis. He loved it. Every day was a new position, a new
degradation, and 5 more climaxes.
Eventually, on the night of the next lunar eclipse, John and
Surrey were enjoying one last session, with the statue thrust
deep, they both climaxed. This time the orgasm was predictable,
practiced, and, as ever, addictive.
"I'm going to miss you" Surrey sighed, pulling the statue from
her sopping pussy and giving it a long kiss. "I have had the
most wonderful, pleasurable, and exhausting time. These four
months have been incredible." She paused for a second. "But
maybe this is for the best. Another month and I would have been
worn out completely!"
"Hmmm... somehow, I doubt it." John thought to himself. Even with
multiple orgasms a day, somehow he never lost interest, never
lost the spark, and was never tired. "Egyptian magic," he
thought simply, "is powerful."
Surrey got out of bed and went to the window of the room. She
had reserved a weekend stay at a bread and breakfast on the
coast. She saw the moon directly overhead, and knew it would be
about two hours before the eclipse.
"Good night, my friend." She held John close to her bosom.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning."
= = = = = = = = = = = = = =
The sun rose over the hills and covered the sandy beach below
with long shadows. Early morning joggers padded down the beach
at the edge of the ocean.
John rolled over and flopped his arm over his eyes, blocking
out the light.
After a second pause, he opened his eyes, looking at his arm.
"Oh my god," he whispered, "It worked! It worked!" He shouted
and sat up with joy. "Surrey! It worked!"
John swung his arms about in gleeful abandon.
"Surrey! Where are you?" John called for her, assuming she was
in the bathroom. "Surrey?" He looked around and briefly caught
an image of Surrain in the mirror on the wall.
"Surrey?" John turned around quickly, looking for her. "Wait!"
He looked at the mirror again. There she was. Staring back.
John lifted a hand. He looked at his fingernails.
They were painted, a nice shade of red.
"Oh no!" He bounced out of bed, and, top heavy, he fell to his
hands and knees. "Shit!" He got up and ran to the mirror.
There was now no doubt: John's spirit had been moved from the
statue to Surrey's body. He stroked his face, and, shivering,
looked down at his new (or borrowed) breasts. He felt the
nipples tingle as he cupped each breasts and felt its heft.
John turned and then, with two steps, jumped back in bed. He
felt through the covers with nervous anxiety. "Where is it?"
He found it, the statue. The carving had definitely mutated,
and now there was Surrey, carved in stone, with the silly grin
on her face. The statue was still sporting a huge over-sized
penis, but now there were also two huge oversized breasts
carved in as well.
John eyes overflowed in tears as he saw her. "Oh, I'm so
sorry, I'm so sorry!"
John sat down heavy on the bed and held the statue to his
bosoms. After a moment, his tears and frustrations subsided. He
looked at the statue again.
The penis was red.
"Oh my!" John covered his (her?) mouth in surprise. "You're
excited?" John reached out a finger (with red nail polish) and
gently stroked the penis. It quickly became purple.
"Boy, I know what that feels like!" He stroked the penis some
more. The purple peaked, and then receded.
Surrey, now trapped in the statue, had already been awake for
several hours. When John ("who has stolen my body!" she thought,
feeling a bit cheated and frightened) finally woke up, she
watched as he eventually came to the realization that they had
reversed roles.
What she hadn't counted on is reacting to John's pleasing touch
so strongly. When he held her between his bosoms, her
excitement grew and she felt.... Well, hard! The general urgency
and addictive desire felt the same, but she felt the entire
hard rod of penis tingling to be stroked. When John realized
what was happening and caressed the statue's hard penis, she
momentarily blacked out with the orgasm, and she swore she felt
a powerful pulsing emanating from the penis.
The immediate urgency over, John looked at the stone figurine.
Surrey looked back (being a statue, she was forced to), and
they both considered their state.
"One thing I had always been wondering," John wondered, out-
loud, "was this: What ever happened to my clothes? You know,
John's clothes that night I was trapped by the statue? They
were laying beside the bed, and I thought it was strange that
the statue should capture both my body and my clothes..."
A pause. Surrey figured it out first, but she couldn't say
anything.
"That's it!" He shouted, "The English son! Robert Lewis! He
must have been trapped in the statue all this time, and we let
him out. He must be using my body now! He put my clothes on,
quietly left your apartment, and is probably back in England
now... Or, he could have taken over my life... or he could be
running around the countryside, totally insane."
"That's definitely it," thought Surrey. "But what do we do?"
In answer to her question, John continued "Well, obviously we
need to find him. I don't know how we can force him to give my
body back, but we'll have to do something!"
John, now in Surrey's body, gave the statue a big, wet kiss and
held it close. He looked at it, noticed the carved penis
turning bright pink, and then smiled an evil smile.
"But first, since Robert Lewis has already had a 4 month head
start, I don't see any harm in taking a few days of vacation in
California." John smiled a wicked smile. "After all, I have a
new feminine body to explore! And I want to do some clothes
shopping, some jogging, nightclubs, maybe find a man to fuck,
visit a health club... and of course..." John's smile turned
positively wicked, "it's pay-back time for all those
humiliating orgasms which you made me have!"
As he reached for the phone to extend the reservation, Surrey
could barely contain herself. "Oh," she swooned, "this is going
to be so much fun!" The statue's penis turned deep red and
peaked.
(the end)
