Jumping Indiana's Bones (Paranormal Erotic Menage) (Dirty Trowels Book 1) (3 page)

Amanda held on the paper not wanting to show Tracie.

“If I said it, I want to see it first.”

Amanda reluctantly showed Tracie the translation and at that moment, if all came flooding back to her. The altar, the giant stone cocks in her ass and in her pussy.

Well, that explains a lot, Tracie thought.

“Well?” Axel said impatiently. “What does it say?”

Tracie cleared her throat. “It says: Whoever desecrated the tomb must pay homage of the flesh or more shall die.” Tracie looked up from the paper. “What do you think it means?”

Axel laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back in his chair. An enormous grin spread across his unshaven face.

“What’s your problem?” Amanda asked haughtily.

“It means, ladies, that we must perform our own sex ritual in the Temple of the 7th God.”

“That’s impossible!” Amanda said.

“We’ve all desecrated the temple with our…er… performance,” Axel said triumphantly. “Even though I stole the bones, the three of us will have to pay the tribute.”

“Once again, Dr. Jones, you’ve managed to make profit out of your follies,” Tracie said.

“All in a day’s work, sweetheart!”

***

A threesome, Axel thought mentally crossing off another item on his bucket list. He’d thought he’d never see the day.

He felt the same way about the massive temple before him. It was simply majestic, with two frontal pillars styled in acanthus leaves. On the sides and down the hall as far as he could see, torches chased off the darkness. Every inch of the temple, from the pillars to the torch placements, to the gargantuan doors on the side chambers, was made of cream-colored marble, and more than three thousand years old.

“A palace to party with the gods, “ Axel muttered to himself. “And tonight, we shall party again!” Axel bucked his hips as if ramming his rod into an unseen body.

“You are so sure about yourself, aren’t you Jones?” said Amanda.

Embarrassed, Axel turned to find Amanda and Tracie decked in flowing see-through ceremonial gowns. From where they stood with the torchlight glowing behind them, Axel could see every detail, every curve, of their beautiful tight bodies. He collected himself. “I was right about the tribute, wasn’t I?”

“That remains to be seen,” Tracie quipped.

Amanda entered the temple and inspected the set up. “Are the stolen bones in the main chamber?” she asked.

“Yes,” Axel said flatly.

“And the pleasure artifact Tracie experienced? Is that in place too?”

“Yes, I did everything the ancient texts said to do. I even laid out rugs and cushions for our personal use.”

“Good,” Amanda said taking Tracie by the hand and strolling over to him. “I guess all we have to do now is fuck our brains out.”

“Guess so,” Axel said grabbing a handful of ass cheek from each lady.

Amanda and Tracie embraced. They delicately encircled each other with their arms and lightly laid their lips upon one another, and Axel couldn’t wait to feel those lips on his cock.

“Come ladies,” Axel said. “Let us fornicate and appease the wrath of the 7th God.”

The three of them walked arm in arm to the main chamber, ready to get down to business. Once inside, Amanda quickly took charge. After all, wasn’t it her dig? She rested one hand on Axel’s crotch, while the other gathered the sheer fabric of Tracie’s gown and reached between her legs. Tracie moaned softly at Amanda’s touch, and blood shot to Axel’s cock making it pulse and throb with need.

Axel let his hands roam their beautiful bodies, down their gorgeous tits and over their luscious asses. Man, did Axel want to take a bite out of them like an apple! Who was he going to do first, that was the question? He already knew the depths of Amanda’s lust, but then again, she was locked in a sex ritual possession. Would she bring it again like last time? And what about Tracie? Axel had long wanted to get in her pants, and what pretty pants they were! Cupping Tracie’s mound, Axel watched as Amanda’s fingers disappeared inside of her. Losing his patience, he undid his khakis and unfolded himself into Amanda’s waiting hand.

Tracie gasped at the size of his manhood in plain sight.

“Told you,” Amanda quipped, as she stroked Axel, her fingers clutching his rod with a perfect grip. She worked her hands feverishly, but it was not enough.

Taking the reigns, Axel smacked Amanda’s hand away. From his belt, he loosened his bullwhip. “You may be in charge of the site,” he said. “But in here, I’m the boss.” For effect, he snapped the whip on the cold marble floor. “Take off your gowns, ladies,” Axel barked.

Amanda and Tracie gasped and huddled close. “I guess we’d better do as he says, Amanda.” Tracie teased her field boss, grinning like a schoolgirl.

With a sultry smile, Amanda lifted Tracie’s gown over her head. With one lady now naked and stunningly beautiful, Amanda sweetened the view but leaning in and lapping Tracie’s pert nipples with her tongue.

“Your turn,” Axel said pointing to Tracie, and then to Amanda.

Tracie did as Axel commanded and knelt before Amanda. She gathered her gown to expose Amanda’s perfectly trimmed bush, nuzzled her face between Amanda’s legs, and flicked her tongue in her glistening honey pot. Amanda moaned, and gasped, and held Tracie’s face firmly in her snatch. With the whip in one hand and his cock in the other, Axel stroked himself as he watched. Amanda’s breath quickened. With her gown now a heap on the floor, she twisted her fingers in Tracie’s hair, and bucked and gyrated to the rhythm of Tracie’s hard working mouth.

“Yes! Oh, Tracie. Yes! Fuck me with your tongue!” Amanda rasped.

All of this was getting too much for Axel to bear. He discarded his khakis and walked into the center of the girl-fest, cock outstretched and demanding attention. Tracie smiled as she shoved three fingers up Amanda, replacing her determined tongue, and open her supple mouth for Axel to feed her his cock, inch by incredible inch.

Tracie worked her mouth on Axel’s rod like a pro. Amanda knelt behind her then and played with her tits until Tracie was moaning on his cock. Axel soon lost patience. Taking Tracie’s head between his hands, Axel pumped his hips sending his enormous cock down Tracie’s throat. She gagged but kept her deep green eyes fixed on him as he pummeled her face with his rock hard dick.

Amanda knelt in front of him and Axel took turns between the two gorgeous mouths waiting for his man-stick. While Tracie fondled his balls, he slipped his cock over Amanda’s lips and pumped. Then, to keep the sex tribute fair and even, he switched, sliding his pulsing rod into Tracie’s waiting and eager mouth. Back and forth, it went on like this until the ladies demanded more.

Stretching out on the silk rugs Axel had arranged for them, Amanda was primed and ready with her legs spread wide. Without hesitation, Tracie straddled Amanda and backed her ass up until it made contact with Amanda’s waiting tongue. Not to be left out of the party, Axel lowered himself to the rug and zeroed in on Amanda’s dripping wet snatch. Oh, how sweet she tasted. He worked his tongue over her swollen folds, up and down, from her clit to her hole until Amanda squirmed with pleasure as she licked Tracie’s hot-box with abandon.

“Oh, Indy! Yes! Eat my pussy like a ravaged beast!”

Amanda’s cries of pleasure muffled into Tracie’s drenching pussy, and Axel could tell it wouldn’t be long for his dear Dr. Rothchild. He inserted three fingers inside, pumping them hard until her walls clenched and her juices ran down his arm.

“Yes, Indy! That’s it! I’m coming! Ahhhhhhhh!”

Amanda’s screams filled the cavernous temple as her body tensed and convulsed, surrendering to the intense pleasure. As she rode the wave back, she sighed and collected herself, and began eating Tracie’s pussy once again.

Axel took the moment to slide himself deep into Amanda’s waiting slit. He pumped long, and he pumped deep, lightly lifting her recovering body off the rug with each manly thrust. Wanting more, Axel withdrew himself and laid on his back. He pointed to Tracie, then pointed to his throbbing cock. Tracie obliged without hesitation. She straddled his length and lowered herself down in one swift move. Slowly, she began to buck her her hips, and gaining speed and rhythm, was soon fucking the life out of Axel. Amanda, again the pioneer, grabbed the stone artifact that had pleased Tracie so well a few short nights ago, and rode the ashen stone cock while she played with Tracie’s bouncing breasts.

“Fuck me, Tracie,” Axel moaned. “That’s it, ride me hard.” Her clutched her hips and drove her hard down on to his cock. The sucking sound as he bottomed out inside of her drove him to the brink.

Then as he neared orgasm, he noticed something. The pile of bones in the far corner moved. He looked again, craning his neck between the bucking bodies of his girls to get a better look. As he focused his eyes, he saw the bones do more than move—they jiggled and hopped. Axel twisted his head around, to every pile of bones that he had ceremoniously placed around the chamber and saw them all jiggling and jumping.

“Do you see that?” he asked Tracie but she was gone, lost to her building orgasm as she rode his fat cock. “Amanda, look!” he said, trying to gather a witness to what he was seeing, but she too was deep in her own throes of her own pleasure, riding the stone dildo like a savage animal.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!” Amanda and Tracie’s screams of pleasure grew more pronounced and it was then that the bones began to lift in the air and rebuild themselves.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!” cried the ladies as the bones formed into full skeletons and towered seven feet over the threesome.

Axel was stunned. If he wasn’t so aroused, he’d be scared out of his wits.

“Yes, I’m coming, Indy!” screamed Tracie. “I’m coming so hard on your big fat cock!”

Axel felt Tracie’s walls clench as she rode her orgasm home, bucking, and gyrating, and moaning with ecstasy.

Amanda steadied herself on the fake phallus as she massaged her clit ferociously. Small beads of perspiration glistened on her beautiful skin. She worked her hand in a circular motion, stirring her most sensitive spot into submission. Always the gentleman, Axel reached over and slapped his open palm on her swollen button, sending shivers down her gorgeous body as she neared her climax.

Around the trio, the now animated bones had formed a circle. Groaning ghoulishly and with their spindling fingers clutched, Axel watched in horror as the bones pumped their fists on their hollow pubic bones as if jerking massive invisible cocks.

Axel could not believe his eyes. The ancient bones of the 7th God were beating off.

“Grrooooooaaaaaarrrrrr!” The deafening sound of the haunted masturbating bones shocked the ladies out of their pleasure bubbles.

“Oh. My. God!” Tracie and Amanda’s screams of terror echoed through the chamber. They paused their assault on their sex rods and took in the horrifying scene.

Axel felt Tracie shiver all the way down to her dripping wet hole. He grabbed her hips and rammed his throbbing cock deep inside of her, sending her in the air as she rode. “Don’t stop!” Axel rasped. “Fuck me, Tracie! Fuck that big stone dick, Amanda!”

“Woooooaaaaarrrrrrr….!” moaned the jacking off skeletons as their hollow skulls snapped back. If they had eyes in those blank sockets, Axel was sure they’d be rolling back in their heads.

The ladies quaked, and writhed, and trembled with orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it!” Axel grunted. “Come for me, you dirty trowel girls!”

“Oh, Indy!” Tracie wailed. “I’m coming so hard.”

“Yes! I’m coming!” screamed Amanda. “Ooooooo!”

“Oooooooohhhhh!” Axel was on the brink. Every nerve in his body tingled until he could no longer stand it. He popped Tracie off his stick and pumped his hand along his length. Tracie and Amanda scrambled to their knees. Unable to control himself any longer, he unloaded and lathered their faces with his hot milky cum.

Then everything went black.

***

When he awoke, Axel found himself alone and naked in the Temple of the 7th God, badly in need of a shower and a drink. He didn’t know how long he was out, what day it was or if he had imagined it all. Yet, when he exited the tomb, the early morning sun struck Axel’s weary face with a rejuvenating power. He found Amanda and Tracie smartly dressed and in conversation with a group of official looking fellows. When he approached, the ladies smiled warmly and walked over to greet him.

“We tried to wake you,” Amanda whispered.

“But you were dead to the world, “ added Tracie.

“How long was I down there?” Axel whispered.

“Long enough for the Archaeological Societies to show up.”

“Which ones?” Axel asked flabbergasted.

“All of them,” Tracie and Amanda said in unison.

“Ah, Dr. Jones, it so good to meet you,” said the round, gruff looking man from the American contingent. “We are very pleased that you three have found the Temple of the 7th God at last!”

“Yes,” said the man from England. “We’ve been looking for it for centuries. You three are responsible for the biggest find archaeology has seen in 200 years. You should be very proud. You three are quite a team!”

As the contingency loaded up in the jeeps and drove off in the orange sands of the Sahara, Axel put his arms around his dirty trowels and hugged them close.

Yes, I am very proud indeed, Axel said to himself as his slipped his hand down the back of their khaki shorts and grabbed himself fistfuls of tight firm ass. “Well, ladies, shall we go celebrate our victory?” he asked.

“Oh, Indy,” they giggled. “We thought you’d never ask.”

***

The End… For Now

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L.E. Joyce is the real deal. At age six, she became the youngest student kicked out of her prestigious private school for writing dirty stories in her little blue spelling book. Not only did she use each of the words assigned that week and spell them correctly, she also managed to give three of her teachers starring roles in several of her tales. As a result, she kept her stories a dirty little secret until after graduate school where she earned an MFA in Creative Writing, and the right to write about whatever the hell she wants. Today, she divides her time (although somewhat unequally depending on the day) between her family, her writing, and her secret life as a dominatrix.