Jumping Indiana's Bones (Paranormal Erotic Menage) (Dirty Trowels Book 1) Read Free

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