Jumping Indiana's Bones (Paranormal Erotic Menage) (Dirty Trowels Book 1) (2 page)

“There’s something going on in the tomb,” Amanda said. “I’ve heard strange noises, moaning perhaps. I think we should check it out.”

Axel knew it was probably the desert wind running through the tomb’s cracks and crevices, but when he looked at Amanda and saw her fright, he knew that checking it out and finding nothing would be the only thing to settle her nerves. Well, not the only thing, he thought. A good deep dicking would also do the trick.

***

Outside, Amanda faced the tomb’s entrance. With only the lamplight inside the tent to guide her view, she struggled to see much of anything. As she neared the tomb, a dark patch in front of the entrance caught her eye. Edging closer, she was not able to make out the substance until she was close enough to touch it.

“It’s blood,” Amanda said. Not far past it was another spot, and another, dotting a trail that led into the tomb. A chill ran down her. What if it belong to Tracie? Amanda thought. “Get a flashlight, Axel,” she said. “There’s something very wrong.”

The putrid smell seeping through the tunnel was unbearable. And then there was the moaning. It filled the dank tunnel and sent shivers down Amanda’s spine. Very much unlike herself, she clutched Axel’s arm for safety. They descended a deep staircase that led to the most freshly excavated part of the dig—the place where one of the locals died a few days before.

“This is it,” Axel said grimly. “This is where they found him.”

Amanda swallowed hard, following Axel to the source of the gruesome sound. Once they reached the bottom, the path quickly closed up into a small, barely passable tunnel. Axel tried to see as far as he could with his flashlight. It was here that the blood trail ended.

“What now, Axel?” Amanda asked. “How could a trail of blood just stop?”

Ignoring her, Axel felt the wall for faults. He handed her the light, and began pushing on the rough stones with both hands.

“Look,” he said, shining the light on the wall. “More blood.”

Amanda leaned in and noted the splotches of blood lining the deep grooves in the wall. “It looks as if someone scratched their way in,” she said.

“Exactly.”

And that’s when they heard it again. A horrid stream of guttural moans coming from the other side of the wall.

“It sounds like a woman!” Amanda cried. “Do you think Dr. Hall is somehow trapped inside?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not waiting here to find out.” Axel threw his shoulder into the wall, once, twice, three times before one of the rock squares began to budge. From his pocket, he withdrew his knife and began chipping away at it, bit by bit, until a jagged piece broke loose, and Axel and Amanda could see inside.

There inside the chamber was Dr. Hall, riding a giant stone phallus on top of an ashen sarcophagus and moaning with unearthly pleasure. Astounded, Amanda and Axel exchanged looks, then refocused on Dr. Hall through the small hole in the rock wall.

“What is she doing?” Axel said trying to get a better look. “Is she fucking a stone cock? Wow, that’s so freakin hot!”

Amanda smacked Axel away. “Will you get a hold of yourself!” she said through clenched teeth. “We have to get in there and help her.”

“I’m on it,” Axel said, jabbing his knife at the wall.

“Dr. Hall? Tracie?” Amanda shouted through the hole. “Can you hear me? It’s Dr. Rothchild. It’s Amanda. You have to stop at once or you will hurt yourself beyond repair.”

Tracie did not stop her attack on the stone cock. She rose and fell, rose and fell, bucking her hips with such great force that Amanda could hear the friction between the gray stone and Tracie’s womanly flesh.

“You must hurry, Axel.”

Axel pushed Amanda out of the way to gain access to the stubborn rocks he was working. With a jab of his brute strength, three more rocks fell loose, big enough for a woman of Amanda’s size to squeeze through.

“Go,” he hollered. “I’ll follow you shortly.”

Crawling on the dirt floor, Amanda squeezed through the small hole in the wall and gained access to the chamber. To her complete surprise, Amanda found the most captivating view she had ever laid eyes on. Where common sense said there should be solid rock, a massive cave stood inside the mountain like a bubble surrounded by water. A river flowed across the cave, entering and exiting unseen to the eye. Beyond the river stood possibly the most impressive piece to the mysterious motif: a massive temple built in the designs of the ancients, cut directly into the bedrock and in front of the temple, as if arranged on an altar, was Tracie, fornicating with ancient artifacts probably worth millions.

As Amanda inched closer, she saw that Tracie was not pleasuring herself with one stone cock, but two, stuffing herself full with ancient phalluses in her ass and in her snatch. Amanda looked on in disbelief. As Tracie bucked and groaned on the rock hard pleasure rods, her lips moved furiously as if muttering something. Amanda approached the altar, but hands held her back. She flinched, but then relaxed, and found Axel had made it into the chamber and held her steady by the shoulders.

“Don’t get too close,” he whispered. “I think she’s in some sort of trance.”

Amanda did not argue, yet when she inched around to the front of the altar and faced Tracie, she saw that her eyes were glowing and the movement of her lips was not muttering but chanting. If she could only get just a little bit closer so she could hear what Tracie was saying, perhaps Amanda could figure out what had possessed her. Without thinking and no longer heeding Axel’s warning, Amanda stepped toward Tracie but was met with a blast of electrical current. It ripped through her body and flung her on her ass. Axel rushed beside her.

“I told you not to get close,” he said clearly annoyed. “She’s been overtaken by something and it’s best to let it run its course.”

“Run its course? It’s not a damn flu, Axel!” Amanda shouted.

Tracie’s chanting grew more pronounced. She rode the stone cocks faster, now pinching her nipples and snapping her hair around wildly. Sweat glistened over her perfect cocoa skin. Suddenly, and as if overcome, Amanda lifted her hands to stroke her own nipples. She wanted to stop herself but all logic fell away, and it was as if her free will had been ripped from her. Amanda rubbed her heavy breasts through her thin cotton shirt and felt moisture grow between her legs. She looked to Axel for help but found him transfixed by Tracie as he stroked his enormous erection through his trademark khakis. And then something really unusual happened. For the first time in nearly ten years, Amanda wanted to sink to her knees and fill her mouth with giant cock. Then, as if Amanda’s wish had been granted by an unseen and unheard force, her body moved towards Axel’s. Her feet dragged clumsily in the sand until she was face to face with him.

“I don’t know how this is happening,” she said breathlessly. “I thought about chugging your cock for the briefest of moments and the next thing I know, my body is moving without my brain controlling it.”

“I think we’re in some kind of haunted sex ritual,” Axel said. “I think the only way out of here is if someone comes, and I don’t mean someone coming to look for us.”

Amanda looked over at Tracie. Her pace had quickened yet again. She rode the phallus in her ass with abandon as she rammed the second stone dick over and over into her dripping wet snatch. Yet, where her face once showed the throes of pleasure, it was now twisted with pain.

“We’d better get to it then,” Amanda said. “I don’t think Tracie can hold out much longer.”

She sunk to her knees and waited like a baby bird for Axel to feed her his cock. When he sprang it loose from his pants, Amanda felt her eyes bulge. All of that, she thought. In my mouth? There was no doubt about it—Axel was all man. Amanda closed her hand tight onto his member, feeling the thick vein that ran the length. She licked her lips out of fright and anticipation, and opened wide.

Axel wasted no time. He glided his fat head over her lips and down her throat and began to pump, fucking her mouth with a fluid, yet raw force, and Amanda was instantly aroused. She moaned on his cock while her hands roamed her body. She played with her tits before she slid both hands into her pants. One found purchase in her slippery snatch while the other toyed with her own ass, using her pre cum to coat the puckered edges of her sphincter.

Amanda had never touched her own asshole before. She had friends who told her all about the extreme pleasures of anal sex, but she would just cover her ears not wanting to hear a single word. Oh, how she regretted not listening now. With every orifice filled, her body felt electrified. Harder and harder she worked Axel’s cock as she toyed with her clit and tickled her ass. Her body stiffened and as she started to surrender to what she thought would be the most mind blowing orgasm possible, Tracie’s chanting grew loud enough for Amanda to make out the words.

Her brain took over her body long enough to think rationally. The chant had to be the key to the otherworldly sex ritual. Amanda sucked harder and focused on Tracie’s words. It was some ancient form of Arabic, older that anything she had studied, but as she inhaled Axel’s cock, Amanda found herself memorizing every word.

She withdrew Axel from her mouth, furiously stroking him off as her hand glided over his slick cock. “I think I memorized the entire chant. We can study it whenever we get out of it.”

“Good,” he said breathlessly. “Keep sucking.”

Amanda felt Axel’s fingers twist in her hair and then with a jolt, she felt him push deeper, deep enough to touch the back of her throat. She gagged as saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and she loved every hot dirty minute of it.

“It’s too much. I must have more of you,” Axel declared like a caveman.

In one swift and incredibly manly move, he threw Amanda to the sand and ripped her pants from her body. Under normal circumstances, she would have been irate over such brutality, but in that moment, she craved to be taken.

“Oh, yes, Indy!” she said. “Fuck the shit out of me now!”

The only time Axel cared to hear his nickname was when it was rolling off the lips of a woman in the throes of passion. “As you wish, Dr. Rothchild.”

He kicked off his pants and hovered over her, stroking himself mindlessly. Amanda could not wait to feel her walls hug his fat cock. He squatted down and instead of pummeling her with his rod, he hiked her legs up over her shoulders until her ass was in the air. And that’s when he took her. He rammed his cock into her tight pink hole and she yelped with pleasure. He fucked her hard and steady, sending tiny jolts throughout her every time his pubic bone struck her clit.

“Oh. My. God. Fuck me!” she yelled, her breath weighted by the impact of his thrusts.

As she held onto the ride of her life, sweat began to glisten on his back. She turned to look at Tracie holding her own on the stone cocks, still no closer to an orgasm of her own.

Determined to break the ritual and end this crazed fuck session, Amanda thought of Tracie’s pert breasts as Axel slammed her with his meat. Feeling her pressure build, Amanda relaxed and visualized heat spreading from her clit to the rest of her body until she tensed.

“I’m coming!” Axel yelled.

“Me too!” shouted Amanda, her pussy throbbing and clutching until she saw stars.

Axel spilled his payload into her, something she’d just have to worry about later, and collapsed on to her. Tracie too collapsed, falling off her stone lovers and into a heap on top of the sarcophagus.

And then everything went black.

***

Tracie woke in the medical tent. On one side of her was Dr. Jones resting his boots on the edge of the bed, and on the other was Dr. Rothchild with her nose glued in a tattered old book. She tried to move but every inch of her body was sore, even her crotch and for reasons unknown to her, so did her anus.

“What happened,” she croaked.

Amanda closed the old book she had been scanning and scrambled to the bed.

“Try not to move,” she said. “You’ve had quite and experience.”

“I’d say,” Axel said grinning like a fool.

“Shush, you!” Amanda said playfully.

That’s new, Tracie thought. Amanda and Axel flirting.

“Do you remember what happened to you?” Axel asked.

Tracie racked her brain. She remembered finding the secret chamber and that horrible voice from the dead warning her.

“There was a voice in my head telling me to do dirty things to myself,” Tracie said reluctantly.

“That much we gathered,” Axel said. “Was there anything else?”

Tracie tried to remember. “It was a warning, I think,” she said.

“What did the warning say?” Amanda asked.

“It said Return the bones or pay.” Tracie shifted in her bed. “That’s the last thing I remember. What do you think it means?”

Axel sunk in his seat. “What’s the matter with you?” Amanda asked.

“I… ummm… it’s hard to explain.”

Tracie and Amanda exchanged looks. “Try us,” they said.

“Well, you see it’s like this. I was worried that we’d get shut down and a guy like me has to protect his reputation.”

Amanda hovered over him. “What did you do, Jones?”

Axel squirmed in his seat. “I might have removed some remains and sold them to collector in London.”

“You did what?” Tracie screamed. She tried to move from her bed so she could smack him for his insolence, but Amanda held out her arms and guided her to lie back down.

“Do you know what you’ve done, Axel?” Tracie could feel her voice quivering.

“You’ve angered one mighty mean fertility god, that’s what he’s done,” Amanda said.

Axel shifted in his seat. He didn’t look sorry, but he then again, he never did.

“Come on, ladies, you don’t believe in all that hocus pocus stuff do you? This is archaeology, not some paranormal pseudoscience.”

Amanda opened the book she had been scanning earlier. “Yes, I believe in the hocus pocus stuff. Do you want to know why?”

Axel shrugged and tried to look innocent.

“It’s because of what Tracie was chanting during the ritual. I’ve translated it.”

“Show me,” Tracie said, desperately wanting to connect the dots in her missing memory.