Joy whimpered.  She was embarrassed by the sound but there was no denying that it was a whimper as she felt the head of the statue's cock press against her.  Stiff and hard but spongey and flexible too, so much like the real thing.  "Oh, God," she said, "Oh, he's going to fuck me..."<br/><br/>This was nuts!  He didn't want to be fucked!  He was a guy...wasn't he?  But he was Joy and Joy was a woman through and through.  What would it mean if it happened?  What would it mean if she liked it?<br/><br/>"AhhH!"  The statue pulled her towards it and the thick dick sank into her pussy.  "Oh, my GOD!"  It stretched her wide, so wide she almost worried she would tear and it went deep, deep into her very core.  Her eyelids fluttered, his hips bucked, her back arched as it filled her.  "Suh-so big, so deep in me, so hard and-and hot now, and-"  She cut off her own words with a long, drawn out moan.