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 artefact 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 colour 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 colour from the
statue
disappeared completely, and it turned a natural ivory colour 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
dildoe 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 artefact, 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 leech!"
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 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 dildoe. 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 dildoe 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.
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