by L. E Joyce
“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.
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.