by L. E Joyce
“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.
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Jumping Indiana’s Bones
About the Author
Other Works by L.E. Joyce
