Author’s Note: Once again, this is an ongoing story inspired by the work of Thorne Smith's "Night Life of the Gods"...

--StatueWatch--

Petra froze. Somehow she had gotten so carried away in her granite groping that she had not seen nor heard the lifeguard approaching. What
a great time to be caught with my pants down, so to speak.

The woman was a stacked (38DD bra-size at minimum), wavy-haired blonde in a tight red one-piece swimsuit and she was carrying one of those
floaty thingies just like the girls on that tv show did. She was shocked, to say the least, to see a semi-nude girl fondling a bunch of nude statues on this isolated stretch of beach. She stopped about three yards short of Petra and the two nude female statues. “Would you like to explain what you’re doin-“

Petra turned the lifeguard to stone in an instant. The woman’s honey brown tan became alabaster white as she became a marble figure. Delighted at a new statue to examine, Petra didn’t hesitate to strip off the red swimsuit from the newly statued lifeguard and fondle those impressive stoney breasts and pert petrified nipples. The statue’s pubic hair was shaved close into a thin stripe and Petra licked at it like a thirsty dog. “You’re pretty hot for a lifeguard. Guess the tv show got something right…” Petra rubbed her bare ass against the statue’s crotch. The prickly stone follicles scratched Petra’s soft butt like a really rough brillo pad. “Oooooh!” Petra screamed as she turned and fell to her knees to eagerly taste the stone pussy again and again.

Something about having oral sex with the statues seemed to really turn her on! It was like a horrible addiction she could not resist any longer. Petra moved to each statue she had created and gingerly probed both the hardened male and female anatomies with her tongue as best she could given their inflexible stoney natures.

After a few more minutes of groping and admiring the all-naked statues, Petra lay on the sand, exhausted. What was supposed to be a relaxing day at the beach had unintentionally turned into an orgy of delight for her. Like those old Roman orgies. Petra suddenly had an idea. Maybe there was some way to spread around the fun…like at a party! Petra lay in the sun thinking of all the possibilities. I could throw a party for some special friends at the mansion. No one else is staying there right now except me and Julie, and grandpa is going on a golfing trip out of state this weekend…and Julie’s a statue right now…and I could dismiss the staff except for Fifi and hire some entertainment, a caterer…then it hit her. A toga party! It perfectly fit the theme of polished stone hardbodies displayed about her.

One more bolt of inspiration hit her. Live statues as entertainment! But not in the way they were advertised… Petra hurriedly packed up her stuff as ideas began flooding her mind. She would need to get everything squared away if she was going to make it all work out in time for the weekend. Petra grabbed her beach bag and hesitated at the marbled tableau. Four volleyball players, the three onlookers and the lifeguard stood silently, frozen in time. Together they made a scene, one which would be worthy of remaining on this beach forever to display the perfection of their physical bodies. Petra considered letting them stay this way, but couldn’t leave the lifeguard here especially when the beach was going to get a lot more crowded in the afternoon. So Petra aimed the red ring at the group and restored them all to normalcy as she ran across the beach to her car. Guess I have ethics after all, petrifying innocent bystanders notwithstanding. The surprised former statues found themselves undressed in what seemed like a mere milli-second to their confused senses. The women shrieked and the men gasped as they covered themselves up with as best they could in their state of befuddlement.

to be continued????....