Trevor had always been a man of curiosity, his gentle, innocent heart leading him astray more times than he could count. His slender frame, adorned with an hourglass figure, a plump bottom, and large breasts, had often been a distraction, but never a hindrance to his adventurous spirit.

On this particular day, Trevor's wandering footsteps led him deep into the heart of the jungle. The air was thick with humidity and the symphony of unseen creatures. The sun filtered through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. His dark brown hair, tousled and unruly, was damp with sweat, and his green eyes darted about, taking in the exotic flora and fauna. His clothing, abandoned at the edge of the jungle, had become a hindrance, the heat unbearable even for his adventurous spirit.

As he ventured deeper, the jungle thinned, revealing an ancient ruin hidden amidst the undergrowth. Intrigued, Trevor pushed aside the last of the vines, revealing a forgotten temple, its stone walls carved with intricate, erotic images. At the center of the temple stood a massive statue, its form reminiscent of Maya artistry. It was a god of eroticism, its body muscled and powerful, its face a mask of sensual domination. And, unmistakably, a large stone penis jutted out from its loins, daring any who entered to acknowledge its presence.

Trevor's breath hitched in his throat as he approached the statue, his feet padding softly on the stone floor. His hand reached out, tracing the cool contours of the stone penis. It was massive, larger than any man he had ever seen, and his curiosity piqued.

"I wonder if..." Trevor muttered to himself, his playful side taking over. He turned, easing his plump bottom onto the stone phallus. The cold stone sent a shiver down his spine, but he was captivated by the sensation.

As his weight settled onto the statue, a low rumble echoed through the temple. The stone penis began to pulse beneath him, and suddenly, Trevor was scooped up into the air, his entire body lifted and maneuvered with an eerie strength. Before he could react, he found himself impaled on the stone cock, his vagina stretching to accommodate the massive intrusion.

"Oh, fuck!" Trevor cried out, his voice echoing through the temple. The statue held him there, immobile, as wave after wave of pleasure and pain washed over him. The stone penis began to move, thrusting up into him with a force that left him breathless. His large breasts bounced with each powerful stroke, and his screams of pleasure and desperation filled the ancient chamber.

"P-please, it's too much!" Trevor begged, his voice a high-pitched whimper. But the statue was relentless, its thrusts growing faster, harder. The cold stone inside him seemed to grow warmer, pulsating with an otherworldly energy. Trevor could feel his body being filled, overwhelmed by the sheer size and intensity of the statue's cock.

Finally, with a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the temple, the statue erupted inside him. Hot, thick liquid flooded Trevor's core, filling him to the brim. He screamed, his own orgasm ripping through him as he was forced to take every last drop. His body convulsed, his muscles clamping down on the stone cock as he was left a panting, sweaty mess, spent and exhausted.

The statue did not relent. Before Trevor could even catch his breath, he was flipped onto his hands and knees, his face pressed into the cold stone floor. The stone penis hovered over his tight little ring of muscles, and he felt a moment of panic.

"No, please, it's too big! It'll ruin me-- have mercy-" Trevor begged, his voice muffled against the stone. But the statue was already pressing against his entrance, the tip of its massive cock pushing against him, demanding entry. With a sudden, brutal thrust, Trevor was impaled again, this time in his tight ass.

"Fuuuuuck!" Trevor screamed, his body writhing in both ecstasy and agony. The statue held him down, its thrusts powerful and unyielding. Trevor could feel his body being stretched, every inch of him filled to the brim. His own cock, neglected until now, began to throb. He could feel the pressure building, his own orgasm mounting despite the degradation.

The statue's thrusts grew faster, rougher, each stroke driving Trevor closer to the edge. His body shook with the force, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain. And then, with a final, powerful stroke, Trevor came with a scream, his cum spurting out onto the cold stone floor.

But the statue was not finished. It pulled out of Trevor's tight ass, his entrance gaping and slick. Before he could even register the loss, the stone cock was pressing against his lips. This time, Trevor did not resist. He opened his mouth, taking the massive head between his lips.

The taste was strange, musky and earthy, but Trevor was too far gone to care. He sucked and licked, his tongue swirling around the stone cock as the statue began to fuck his face. Saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with tears of both pleasure and humiliation. He could feel the statue's cum building, the throbbing growing more intense.

With a final, deep thrust, the statue came, its release shooting down Trevor's throat and bursting out of his nose. He choked and gagged, but the statue held him there, forcing him to swallow every last drop. Finally, the statue withdrew, and Trevor collapsed onto the stone floor, his body spent and aching. He lay there, a mess of his own cum and the statue's, his mind a haze of pleasure and confusion.

Panicked, Trevor scrambled to his feet, his body still trembling. He bolted out of the temple, his mind racing. He could hear the statue behind him, its stone feet pounding against the ground. He ran, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the statue's presence, its cock still hard, still hungry.

Finally, he ducked into a hidden crevasse, his heart hammering in his chest. He could hear the statue pass by, its presence like a dark cloud. As it moved away, Trevor sank to the ground, his body aching and his mind reeling.

He expected to feel violated, used. But instead, he felt a strange, deep pleasure, a secret thirst for more. He shuddered, his body still sensitive, his mind still filled with the memory of the stone god's touch. He knew he should feel shame, but all he felt was a growing hunger, a desire that he couldn't explain.

As he lay there, his body still humming with pleasure, Trevor knew one thing for certain—he would return to the temple. He had to. The stone god had awakened something inside him, a deep, primal need that demanded to be satisfied.

And as the jungle swallowed him whole, Trevor smiled, his eyes reflecting a newfound hunger, a secret longing that would forever change his life.

The End...?