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Hot Box Chapter 4, That's What It's For

Hot Box Chapter 4, That's What It's For

Fiction, Romance, Male/Female, Adventure

There was no other way, we were stuck; and not just a little. We were stuck and damned. My idea of ​​hiding in the catacombs seemed like a great plan at first, but now that we were at the end of a pitch-black tunnel with four or five bandits poking around outside, it might not have been as great an idea as I first thought.

Mandy was curled up in a small ball just behind one of the large pieces of stone that used to make up the ceiling. She looked scared. “Are you okay, sweetie?” - I asked, walking up to her and taking her hands in mine. Her whole body was shaking as I sat down next to her.

“What do you think they want?” - she whispered, trying to hear what was happening outside the hole.

“I guess they want to rob us,” he said. - I said, leading her away from the entrance and the pile of trash that was our only cover. I decided not to tell Mandy what would likely happen to her if they found a vulnerable white woman here in the jungle. Just the thought of it would send her into hysterics, and it would make my job of keeping us both alive that much more difficult.

Outside, the footsteps of men on the ground and the echo of their voices grew louder. They were right on top of us and we had nowhere to go. It somehow reminded me of the first Christmas I spent with Mandy and her family. Only this time my boots were shaking.

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It was Christmas of our second year of college and the first real trip we took together as a couple. Mandy managed to convince me to go with her to her parents' house. Christmas at home and a few days away from school. At first I thought it wasn't a big deal other than it was my parents meeting for the first time, but as we stood on the porch of her parents' house I interjected that it wasn't a big deal. At home I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into.

Located in the beautiful Randolph area of ​​Vermont, the family property looked like it was straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. As we approached the house, we realized that Mandy came from a wealthy family. (By that I mean money). The two-story home, which sat on about 2 to 3 acres of land, stood like a monument among tall pines and dormant hardwoods. At first glance I assumed there would be at least 4 or 5 bedrooms with what appeared to be a few additions. All in all, it was about $2 million to $3 million worth of real estate.

“Stop fidgeting”; Mandy said as she pressed the doorbell button, "Everything's going to be okay."

“It’s easy for you to say,” he said. I answered, straightening my tie and checking to make sure my coat wasn't too wrinkled. “These people know you. I'm new here."

"Well, at least the cum isn't running down your legs," she said. Mandy said just before the door opened.

"Merry Christmas!" - said a tall man with a thick mustache, opened it the door and welcomed us into his home. I stood patiently with a bag full of presents while Mandy hugged her father and returned his warm Christmas greetings.

"Dad," she said, pulling away from him before stepping aside said, "This is David Winkler...my friend."

I quickly walked over, put on my best manners and shook her father's hand firmly. "Hello Mr. Daniels, Merry Christmas."

"Hello David!" He replied kindly and looked me up and down several times: “Merry Christmas.” “You know, Mandy told us a lot about you,” she said. - he said and closed the door behind me.

“Well, I hope it wasn’t too bad,” he said. I said that to make a light joke.

He looked at me with a slight smile on his face, showing that he understood the humor. But that was all, he read nothing else as he led us into the house and offered to take our coats.

The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. Decorated with obvious holiday decorations, the old Victorian style with antique furniture still shone through the mask of holiday cheer, creating a warmth that can only be associated with a home. Ten-foot ceilings allowed for a huge Christmas tree in the living room. I freely admit that I felt out of my element. Growing up, we always gathered around the fake Wal-Mart Christmas tree that Dad kept in the attic for the rest of the year. So being in a house with a real tree made a big difference.

The round is doneand I was introduced to everyone. I finally met Mandy's mother, the woman she spoke to the first day we met, when we fucked like rabbits. As she stood next to her daughter, there was virtually no difference between them. They were the same height, about the same weight, and aside from the age difference, they could have been sisters with the same haircut. She was an attractive older woman who shared Mandy's beauty secrets and was also quite a charming woman. She ran around the kitchen, busying herself with everything, trying to do everything right. While she and Mandy chatted about everything, Mandy's father took me into the living room to meet the last two members of the family.

The first person we met was Mandy's little brother James. At 12, he seemed more interested in his X-Box than meeting his sister's boyfriend. I can't say I blame him. A simple “Hello, nice to meet you”; That was all I got from him as he started blowing things up again on their big 60 inch flat screen TV.

“And this is Caitlin,” she said. - said Mr. Daniels and introduced me to his 15-year-old sister Mandy.

I immediately saw the hormones running wild in the beautiful young woman standing before me. She looked a lot like Mandy, just a little smaller. Obviously she wasn't nearly as mature as her older sister, but that couldn't hide the misty look in her eyes as she looked at me. "Good day!" She said very correctly and gently held out her hand to me: “Please call me Katie.”

"Hello Katie!" I said, gently taking her hand before giving it a Jewish shake.

I could tell by the look on her face that she was already foaming between her legs. Those eyes reflected the dreamy state of her body as she probably imagined what it would be like to be in the sack with such a big man. It was a little flattering to say the least, but it also made me as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of cupcake-filled kindergarteners. If you don't keep it under control, it can end very ugly.

The whole evening was a nerve-wracking affair. Mandy would come by from time to time to see how I was doing before visiting someone else and leaving me to the mercy of her family. Her father asked almost every question you could ask a young man dating his daughter. “What did I plan to do for a living, how did we meet, what are my life goals, did I plan for the future?” (you know what I mean) And what really sucked was that I had nowhere to fall back on could. I was in a strange place where no one knew me except Mandy.

Luckily the evening was coming to an end. I was shown the guest accommodation near the house in the back yard. It was a beautiful little bungalow that really reflected the style of the house. With one bedroom, a small kitchen, a living room and a bathroom, it was almost better than my apartment on campus. “You will stay here,” he said. Mandy's father said after showing me around a bit.

“Thank you, Mr. Daniels,” he said. I answered and put my bag on the floor right in the bedroom.

“I’ll be right there,” he said. Mandy said, holding my hand and looking at her father.

It was clear that he didn't want to leave us alone for a long time. I guess I can't blame him. All the women in his family are beautiful, and I think it's natural for him to want to protect them. So there was no question of telling him that I fucked Mandy really hard at the last rest stop on the highway on the way here. There are things a father just doesn't need to know.

As soon as Mandy's father closed the door, I slumped into my chair and walked back to the main house. “UUH!” I said, letting go of most of the tension of the evening. “It was something different.”

"Shh!" Mandy whispered, quickly looking out the window to make sure her father was gone. “This little house acts like a megaphone. The faintest whisper can be heard in the house, and Dad sounds it. The space is here. And with these words she pointed to the main house. “I know it’s been difficult for you,” he said. Mandy said, sitting on the side of my lap and cuddling up to me. “I'm so sorry, baby. But you're great, everyone likes you."

"She?" I almost asked as I ran my fingers over my head, trying to push away the worry. "I don't think your father is too impressed with me."

“Oh, he likes you,” he said. Mandy said quietly, running her fingers through my hair. It was wonderful to have herTouch me, especially since it felt like little massage electrodes were running over my head. "If he hadn't done that, we would be going back to school."

“It makes me feel better,” he said. I responded by gently cupping one of her breasts in my hand. I felt Mandy press against my arm, enjoying the feeling of my touch through her thick sweater.

“It’s easy now,” he said. Mandy said, pulling back a little and coaxing my hand away. "If he finds out we're doing something, you're as good as dead." I removed my hand from her breast and dropped it into her lap, expressing clear disgust. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I'll try to sneak out of here later."

“Okay,” I said and kissed her. "I can live with it.

I was dead tired and more than ready to lie down when Mandy went home. It was a long day that started with the drive here from campus and ended with five hours of pure parenting stress. my girlfriend's house. No wonder I went out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow.

I don't know what time it was because there was no clock in the guesthouse, but it was still dark outside with only the faint glow of the waning moon illuminating everything when I was awakened by a warm body sliding into bed next to me . "What are you doing?" I asked as I felt a hand carefully slip under the waistband of my pajama pants and grab my already hard cock.

"Shh!" came the reply, followed by a gentle kiss on the lips as my cock grew harder.

I don't have to say anything twice or suggest something more than once before I get the hint, even if I'm still two-thirds asleep. I grabbed her hips, lifted her on top of me and laid her right on top. I felt her legs open and fall to either side of my hips. Under the pile of blankets and blankets we lay under, the heat quickly increased and the intense caresses quickly took on a more serious character. With her hot pussy rubbing back and forth across the fabric of my pajamas, it was time to release the pent up energy of the evening of torment.

After a few tugs and a slight wiggle, a nightgown was thrown onto the floor next to the bed and my pajama pants disappeared into the blankets beneath my feet. "Oh yeah"; I moaned softly as her hot pussy slid up my cock, stopping at the entrance to heaven.

"Shh!" came from her dark silhouette again as her fingers gently covered my mouth and my cock slid into her.

I couldn't help myself and let out another soft moan as I felt myself sliding inch by inch into the hot sheath I was so used to. It was so nice to be with my lover again. I reached out and placed both hands on her hips. With a powerful downward thrust and an arch of my back, I was completely submerged. I heard her take a quick breath and her hands leave my shoulders to grab her stomach. It never ceases to amaze me how I can take her breath away every time, to this day. Now I was at a dead end. I began to penetrate her with all the force and joy you would expect from someone you love. Only a few weak sobs emerged from the dark shape above me as we processed the stress of a long day. As she began to rock back and forth in a powerful orgasm, I couldn't take the tension any longer and spurted stream after stream into the girl of my dreams. It was amazing and calm.

Once the last twitches from my lower back disappeared, everything was child's play after that. A small kiss on the lips before she slipped out from under the covers, put her nightgown back on and sealed the evening. "Good night darling"; I said as she opened the door and looked at the house.

As I expected, the last thing I said was, "Shh!" before she slipped out the door and ran across the yard.

“It was great,” he said. I thought to myself as I crawled under the covers and fell asleep. I hope tomorrow will be just as good.

In the morning I felt like a million bucks. After a night out, I slept better than I had in 10 years and felt full of energy and rested. It was already getting dark outside when Mandy knocked on the door before entering.

"Good morning!" Mandy said as she placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate on the bedside table, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas!" I responded by reaching out my hand and pulling her towards me.

"Oh God!" Mandy remarked, feeling the strength of my embrace, “You must have slept well.”

"Oh yeah"; I responded by grabbing her ass with my hand and squeezing. “I actually slept So".

"I'm sorry I couldn't come back here last night," he said. - she said quietly, looking in the blanket for the hidden bulge of my penis, - but last night Dad slept with the door open and I just couldn't get out.

I don't think I could have been more shocked by her statement than if I had woken up with a cattle prod up my ass. It wasn't Mandy who walked into the bungalow last night, it was Katie! Damn! Me was completely confused.

"Everything is fine," he said. I answered, trying my best to hide my shock. "I will survive."

I have never cheated on Mandy. That thought never crossed my mind. Even when Cameron tried her best to get into bed with me, I always rejected her. I love Mandy and dedicate myself only to her. The fact that this happened came as a complete shock to me, especially since it was not my initiative. I immediately decided never to say a word to her. This should be one of those secrets I would take to my grave.

I walked on eggshells all day. The family first opened all the presents before preparing for the big dinner. Every time I looked in Katie's direction she looked at me like I was just a dreamy hunk or something. I felt so uncomfortable and tried my best to quickly look away so as not to make a scene in the middle of the celebration. The others seemed to just go about their day as if nothing had happened.

I was extremely relieved when it was time for Mandy and I to return to campus. The day was so stressful that I wanted to rush to the car and bolt out of the driveway at the speed of light. It doesn't look like we can get away fast enough.

“Take care, James!” - I said, shaking the boy's hand as if he were a man.

“Thanks for the football”; - he said and returned the handshake.

“It was nice meeting you,” he said. - I said to Katie and held out my hand to her.

Katie pulled my hand away, wrapped her arms tightly around my waist and pressed herself as close to me as she could. “Thank you, David!” - she said, looking at me with eyes that were still glassy with youthful lust. "I hope to see you again."

If I had the choice, I would only see her again in the company of ninety people. I didn't have a chance to talk to her at all during the day, so I didn't have a chance to tell her that what happened was a one-time event and would never happen again. But since we were on our way to the door, I wasn't going to let this little formality stop me from making a clean escape.

"Goodbye"; I said to Mandy's father as I shook his hand, "Happy New Year."

"Don't be such a stranger." - He answered, shaking my hand firmly and twisting it slightly. “I see that my daughter has made the right choice.”

His statement made me feel much better. The tension of the last two days seemed to just melt away as I felt pride overcome me. "Thank you my Lord"; I responded by letting go of his hand.

"And you, young man?" Mandy's mother said as she came towards me, put her arms around my neck and pulled me up to her level. “It was so nice meeting you,” he said. She said before bringing her face close to mine and hugging me cheek to cheek. She moved her mouth right to my ear and dropped the bombshell of all bombs. “You have the biggest cock I’ve ever ridden,” he said. She whispered in my ear before kissing me on the cheek. “No wonder she lied to me.” Then she let go of me and stepped back, smiling.

Good damn.

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Mandy looked at me in the dim light of the tunnel with an expression of longing and anticipation. I knew she was waiting to hear my next great idea, but she was also expecting me to save the day. At this particular moment I would have been very excited to get this rabbit out of my ass because I was still running out of ideas. Then it dawned on me... magic. Most Hispanics are very superstitious and easily become frightened when they encounter something for which they have no explanation. Maybe we have to deal with this together, but we could scare these guys a lot and maybe make them leave.

"Come with me"; I said to Mandy, tugging her hand slightly and walking down the dark hallway.

"What do we do?" Mandy asked, hurrying after me into the deep darkness of the tunnel.

“We’re going to fix these guys, but that’s good,” he said. I said, leading her into the only room that was almost completely empty before turning around.on my flashlight. “These guys are probably crazy superstitious,” he said. - I said and rummaged in my backpack for a knife. “So we're going to have some ghosts visit them. Get one of these bottles and bring it here.”

Mandy took the flashlight and ran down the hallway. It's amazing how much light a single flashlight can provide when you're in almost total darkness. I could see her clearly as she walked away from me. The outline of her slim but very toned legs made my mouth water. “Not now, David,” he said. I said to myself as I tested the sharpness of my blade. “Focus on the task at hand.”

My plan was absurd in its simplicity. A few shavings from a piece of wood from the tunnel entrance and a piece of sheet metal were all I needed. When Mandy returned with the flashlight, I quickly got to work. “Cut a strip of this leaf about an inch wide and as long as you can,” he said. I said to Mandy and handed her the knife and the leaf.

"Where are you going?" - she asked as I got up and went into the hallway.

“I need a piece of wood,” he said. I said as I peeked around the corner and looked back at the small piece of light coming through the pile of brush I had stuffed into the hole. “Just do what I asked,” he said. I said before sliding around the corner and approaching the hole in the ceiling.

It's a good thing I left Mandy behind, because our followers' voices sounded like they were coming straight from the hole above my head. I couldn't understand what they were saying because they all looked drunk, but they were definitely there. I was lucky enough to find a large stick lying on the ground outside next to a pile of rocks. This will definitely help me with what I need. As I bent down to pick it up, I noticed movement near the hole. I quickly turned around and was surprised to see, through a small hole in the leaves and branches, the profile of one of the men standing on the ground above us. He appeared to be in his mid-20s or early 30s and his beard grew in two or three days. He was laughing and talking to his friends when I saw him do something unexpected. Reaching out, he suddenly picked up the bottle Mandy had left in our bungalow and took a sip from it.

"What a nonsense!" I said to myself as I picked up the cane and walked back into the room with Mandy. They actually wanted to help me scare the crap out of them!

Mandy had just finished with the knife when I entered the room and knelt next to her. “We don’t have much time,” he said. I said as I began removing long strips from a piece of wood.

"Why what's going on?" Mandy asked, looking over my shoulder as if we were in an emergency.

“These stupid bastards drink this shit out of a bottle,” he said. - I said, collecting the strips and starting to twist them into a makeshift fuse. “Open this bottle,” he said. - I said and picked up the small package I had made to inspect it.

If you need backup” Mandy said as she stood up, "Then how about one of them?" Mandy walked to the corner of the room where the remains of several old baskets lay on the floor. She reached down and picked up a foot-long piece of what looked like old rope. "If that works?" - she asked, came up to me and put the rope in my hand.

There's nothing better than being outdone by your girlfriend, especially when it really counts. I took a piece of rope and looked at it in the light. It was beautifully tightly woven and seemed to be in pretty good condition considering it was over 100 years old. “Perfect,” I said as I began to insert one end into the hole of the bottle.

“How about a leaf instead?” Mandy said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a small plastic case that held her diaphragm, “Can you use that?”

Now you understand why I kept them quiet as the bandits came over the hill towards our camp. It was this attitude that truly enabled her to excel in everything she did. A piece of hundred-year-old rope and a rubberized membrane...what a combination!

“You’ve already seen me calling the turkey,” he said. - I said and rummaged in my backpack for a lighter.

"Yes,"; - she answered and pulled the membrane out of its protective cover.

“Can you make the same sound with this thing?” — I asked with genuine interest. My whole idea depended on her being able to make a noise loud enough to be heard outside.

"Oh yeah"; - she answered and folded a small round piece.the rubber membrane in half and prepared to put it in his mouth.

"Not now"; - I said and stopped her in her actions. "We will do that. You're going to make the loudest noise you can with this thing and I'm going to throw it at the bottom of a rice pile. These idiots hear a noise somewhere and then are suddenly greeted by fire. It should scare the crap out of them. Mandy nodded in agreement as she listened to my plan. "But we have to hurry before these idiots pass out from drinking this crap or it probably won't work."

“Let’s do this,” he said. Mandy replied shortly before leaning in and kissing me on the lips.

It was a little risky because a million things could go wrong. But this was the only real chance to get rid of those idiots out there. Was that a good idea? This remained to be seen. But we were a functioning team and it was time to do our thing.

As we approached the hole in the ceiling, we could still hear the men outside. They talked and laughed like they didn't care. God, that's about to change! I stopped Mandy in the middle of the tunnel, about 15 meters from a large pile of rubble. I decided this was a good safe distance for her. I went straight to the trash heap and prepared a canteen. My heart was beating so fast I could barely function as I picked up the lighter and took one last look at Mandy. It's time to leave.

I lit the fuse and gave Mandy a quick thumbs up. Mandy held the diaphragm in her mouth, squeezed it with her hands and blew as hard as she could. The sound that came from the tunnel resembled a mixture of a woman's scream and some kind of unearthly wail that resonated with this strange echo from the tunnel. Outside, I heard the men's voices suddenly stop as they all heard a strange noise.

At that moment I turned around and threw the bottle with the burning wick with all my might onto the bottom of the bush pile. The throw must have been one in a hundred million, because it passed through the leaves without hitting anything, leaving a perfectly round hole where it emerged from the underworld and flew at an almost right angle into the open space above. I froze because I didn't hear anything. I quickly turned around and saw Mandy looking at me from the darkness with a look of utter amazement on her face. This couldn't happen.

“The worst bitch,” I said quietly, looking up with my mouth open.

In a way it's a good thing the bottle didn't burst under a bush like I'd planned, because it rose high into the air without any of the bandits noticing. And being an educated person, I had to remember Newton's law. What goes up must come down again. I managed to hear one of the men say something just before a bright orange fireball shot over the brush pile and a deafening explosion echoed across the valley.

"Do it again!" - I shouted to Mandy and moved away from the hole above my head.

Mandy blew again into the diaphragm in her mouth, repeating the eerie sound as I clearly heard panicked screams and screams from above. I could only imagine what was happening there as the flames slowly began to burn away the bushes covering the opening.

“We’re interested in it now,” he said. - I said, unsheathing the machete and preparing for battle.

Mandy and I stood in silence, watching the flames intensify over the entrance. "Do you feel it?" Mandy said as she held out her hand and turned slightly to the side.

I paused for a moment and activated my senses, giving myself the opportunity to readjust to our surroundings. It only took a moment for me to feel what Mandy was feeling. “This is a rough draft,” he said. I said as I turned and looked down the dark hallway with Mandy.

"Hurry up"; - she said, spitting out the diaphragm and walking along the corridor, randomly swinging the flashlight back and forth. “We have to find out where this comes from.”

I ran down the hall behind her and pulled a set of keys out of my bag. I never thought I'd need one until now, but I had one of those stupid single AAA lights on my keychain. Only a small orange light from the burning leaves helped me, and that small light was bright enough for me to see. I quickly caught up with Mandy in a room with a large chair in the middle.

“It comes from here,” he said. Mandy said, pacing next to the back wall. “I can feel it in my legs and on my head,” he said. She said, looking at the solid granite wall.

“Okay,” I said as I waslooked again at the passage, at the now wide open hole. “Be prepared for anything,” he said. I said as I walked down the hallway with the machete to my right.

"Stay here"; Mandy begged, climbing onto the stone chair and looking over the back. "David!"

I had to look. There was no way around it. At some point I had to look and find out what happened to our future robbers. I opened my ears wide and listened for the slightest sound as I approached the large beam of light coming through the hole in the ceiling. I could clearly smell the burnt vegetation outside as I started climbing the vines

The damage was a little more extensive than I expected. At the entrance to the catacombs the earth was just smoldering, but near the bungalows the forest was burning quite well. Everything within 15 feet of the ground was either burning or badly burned, and the fire seemed to be moving eastward, pushing our raiders farther and farther away from us. The overall plan worked and worked well.

I took a few steps away from the opening and found a pair of sandals perfectly placed on the ground. Apparently whoever was carrying it jumped out of his shoes when the bottle exploded. I looked at the ground near the corner of the bungalow and quickly found signs of scratches and a hollow in the ground where the bandits had fled from the explosion and the terrible noise Mandy made. We were safe.

Very faintly, in the distance before the flames, I heard the hurried cries and cries of people running away from the burning forest. I seriously doubt these people will ever come back here.

When I returned, Mandy was standing right in the door. When I came into view, she had an expression on her face like she was expecting kittens or something. “Did we get them?” - she asked, folding her hands in front of her chest.

I bent down and picked up a pair of sandals that were lying on the floor next to me. "Oh yeah"; I said, turning both shoes around once before tossing them aside. “These guys won’t be coming back.”

I imagine that if they had survived the escape through the forest they would have had a similar story to the man who fled here in 1522. Everyone will be left out. Mandy gave me a big smile as I climbed back into the pit.

“My husband,” she said, coming towards me and kissing my lips. She wrapped her right leg around me and pressed herself against me, hugging me tightly. I felt relief in her as she almost melted next to me. “It was brilliant,” he said. - She said, pulling back and standing right in front of me.

“If I were a genius,” he said. I said, taking a quick look at the hole above me, "Those guys would never have found us."

"May be"; - She said, turning around and looking down the hallway. “But you found this place,” he said. and she pointed her hand towards the darkness in front of us. "Let's; Let's see what you discovered."

To be honest, I had no desire to fuck in that dark tunnel at that moment. If any of you have ever played an organized sport, you know what "I'm talking. The nervousness and tension you feel before a game can really knock you out afterwards, especially if you're very stressed beforehand. Here I almost blew us all up and might have had to fight five guys with machetes, if my plan hadn't worked, and now Mandy wanted to go back to the Indiana Jones mentality. I'm sorry, but that's just not how I work. My ass had to sit back for a moment and appreciate the fact that it was still in my skin!

I walked slowly down the hallway behind wild Mandy. You'd think she was a kid at an amusement park as she walked down the hallway, waving her flashlight back and forth. At least one of us is still fit to work, I thought as I walked toward the room with our backpacks.

I saw Mandy's flashlight bouncing around before she left the room and walked across the hallway to the room with the bottles. “I thought about it for a long time,” he said. - she said and disappeared into the room opposite. “Do you remember the round holes in the wall in the room with the chair?” She half asked, half said as she returned with two bottles in her hands.

"What's up with them?" I said, grabbing my backpack and preparing to follow her into the hallway.

“I think I know what it is“for,” she said and went into a room with a large chair. “Come here and take a look,” he said. - she said, stopping near one of the round holes in the wall.

When we shined a flashlight into the hole, we both saw an empty bottle inside. “These are oil lamps,” he said. I said, throwing my backpack down to help her with the bottle.

In five minutes we had already put four bottles into the holes in the walls and lit them. The entire room was beautifully illuminated by the pale yellow glow of the small flame. It was really good engineering work. Even if one of the pistons breaks, the oil remains in the “pocket”; which was carved into heavy granite stones. I was impressed.

With the room now lit and no need to carry flashlights, Mandy began examining the chair while I searched for the source of the draft while the fire burned at the entrance. All I could find was a large crack in the floor and near the ceiling. Otherwise the wall was as strong as it could be.

“David, come here,” Mandy said from behind me.

"What you have there?" I asked, walking over to Mandy and the large stone chair.

She knelt on the floor at the foot of the chair, a silver knife in her hand and her elbows on the seat. “Look at this,” he said. She said, holding up the knife. “See where the engraved line ends here?” - she said, pointing to a spot on the silver barrel.

“Yes, I see that,” he said. - I answered, looking attentively.

“It stops here at the 90 degree angle of the blades.” With that, I turned the knife so that I could see that the blades were actually perpendicular to where the engraving had stopped. “So look here,” he said. - she said, pointing to the round circle with a slit at the bottom of the chair. “Sounds like a coincidence, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s true,” he said. I said, raising an eyebrow at her detective work.

"I was just wondering..." she said, turning the knife over and aligning the blades with the slot. With a simple push, the knife slides directly into the hole and the two engraving points are perfectly aligned. "Damned!" she gasped.

It was easy to understand why Mandy was a little worried. What she found wasn't a silver knife, but a silver dildo. There was no other explanation for this. It sat in the slot, sticking up into the air like a silver dildo that sat at the bottom of the chair, perfectly aligned with the grooves cut into the top of the bottom of the seat.

"Oh dear God!" Mandy gasped as she looked at the protruding silver cock.

“Well, what did you expect?” I said, sitting up and looking at the big chair. “This city was ruled by tribal women. Maybe this is their place for entertainment.”

"Do not you think so?" Mandy said as she ran her finger down the silver shaft and around the rounded tip.

“You can’t say anything, darling,” she said. I said, looking back at the back wall. “It could be anything. Maybe they tortured men here or something like that.” It was possible. And since there was no one around to confirm or refute my statement, it had to be put into action. “One thing is certain,” he said. I said, looking back at the silver phallus sticking out of the seat. “This thing is made to sit on.”

Mandy glanced at me out of the corner of her eye before her gaze fell back to the underside of the seat. It only took her a moment to decide before she began unbuttoning her shorts. “I think there’s really only one way to find out,” he said. She said, pulling her shorts down to her ankles before taking them off.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" I asked as she climbed onto the stone pedestal and turned around.

“That’s probably the only way to know for sure,” he said. - she answered calmly.

I watched intently as she slowly lowered herself, aligning the silver phallus with my favorite spot on earth. "If you feel anything funny at all," you say. I said as I walked right in front of her, "Let me know right away and I'll get you out of this."

With her hands on the armrests, Mandy held herself up and slowly pushed herself onto the ancient cock. She went slow and steady, inch by inch slowly entering her and disappearing into her hot box. “Oooh”; She said as her ass finally came to rest on the underside of the seat.

"What is that?" I asked, expecting to have to tear it off the silver instrument.

“It’s nothing,” he said. - she said, looking at me and raising her hand to her lower stomach. "It actually feels good," she said with somesmile on her face.

"Is it true?" - I said and relaxed a little.

“He’s not as big as you,” he said. she said, rocking her hips slightly to make it more comfortable, "but it sure fills me up good." She suddenly froze, her eyes becoming as wide as saucers.

"What is that!" - I asked, grabbing her hands and preparing to get up.

“I don’t know,” he said. - she replied, pressing her fingers to her stomach below her navel and rotating her hips a little more. “I felt something click,” he said. She said, looking at me with a bit of ignorance on her face.

I was about to say something when I heard the sound of running water, a sound we had never heard before in the catacombs. "Wait"; - I said, frozen and listening very carefully. There was no doubt about it: I could clearly hear the sound of running water, as if rainwater was flowing along the side of the road before flowing into a storm drain. "Can you hear that?"

Mandy looked around the room before answering, "Yes, I can hear that."

I looked back at Mandy. "What did you do?"

“I didn’t do anything,” he said. - she said, seeming really confused.

The sound of the running water gradually increased until it sounded like a small stream was being diverted into a small drainage ditch. I looked around but didn't see anything. Wherever it was, it was completely out of sight, but something made it possible.

"DAVID!" Mandy suddenly blurted out, her eyes were as big as golf balls and she placed both hands on her stomach area. “IT’S ROLLING OVER!”

“What’s spinning?” - I said, reaching for her hands again.

“It's spinning inside me!” she repeated.

That was enough for me. With one powerful push, Mandy was next to me and we both looked down at the silver cock twirling on the seat below. Almost immediately he slowed down and stopped turning. The sound of running water suddenly stopped. Mandy just stood there for a moment, looking at the seat with one hand wrapped around her pussy. When she turned to me, she had an answer.

“That's the key.” - she said, pursing her lips and nodding her head several times.

"Key?" - I asked.

"I bet that's the key to something," she said, looking over her shoulder at the stone wall in front of the chair.

“And what made you come to that conclusion?” I asked, looking at the chair and then at my half-naked friend.

"Think about it"; She said, trying to keep up with her train of thought. “A society ruled by women who hold all political positions, starting with the ruler, is known to be rich in silver and precious stones. If you wanted to keep things like this safe and accessible only to those in power, wouldn't you want to create some sort of key that only you could use?”

At first I thought this was the craziest idea I'd ever heard. But then I started thinking about the logic she was using. It would make sense. And it would be virtually guaranteed that no one else would be able to get their hands on your product. It's no one but another woman. I looked at the chair and then back at Mandy. I didn't want to admit it, but she was probably right. And there was really only one way to find out.

She must have read my mind, or at least observed the expression on my face, because she didn't wait for my answer. She calmly climbed onto the pedestal and sank back onto the silver key. “We’re going to go all the way this time,” he said. - she said, rocking back and forth like the first time.

This time I heard a click inside her. The sound of running water filled the room again, gradually increasing in intensity. I watched closely as Mandy sat motionless on the silver key, waiting for her next signal. After a few moments, her eyes opened slightly and her eyebrows rose for a second before she looked at me. “It’s spinning again,” he said. - she said with a slight smile on her face.

There was nothing I could do as I sat there watching my girlfriend get fucked on that old chair. I got a little jealous because she had only been mine until now. Other than Cameron occasionally fucking her while I was away, she was all mine. Looking at her now, I was a little jealous of the chair. It got what I always wanted.

“Mmmmmm”; Mandy purred and moved her hips slightly against the bottom of the seat. "I like it. Come here". - She said, sitting upright and reaching for the button of my persimmons. Mandy said, “I’m going to suck your balls.”out through your penis” Look as she pulled at the waistband and pulled down the zipper. “This thing makes me so excited,” he said. - she said, pulling out my cock and licking her lips.

Since I now had to be a participant and not just a spectator, I did what anyone else would do: I stepped forward and put my cock in my girlfriend's mouth. Mandy welcomed the mouthful and attacked my cock with ferocity, taking almost three-quarters of my length into her mouth before she began moving her mouth up and down. "Damned!" I exclaimed as Mandy got really serious about sucking my balls.

She removed her mouth from my cock and licked her lips before saying, "I'm so fucking horny." This thing spinning inside me feels so good I could get used to it."

It was hard to concentrate on what was going on around me while Mandy was sucking my cock, but the sound of the running water had definitely gotten louder in the last few moments. Mandy must have felt the effects because her breasts began to rise and fall and she rocked her hips back and forth as she sucked my cock. Her free hand went to her right breast and began pinching the nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

"Oh God!" - She gasped and freed herself from my cock again. “That thing is spinning so fast in my pussy!” She pushed her mouth onto me again and began moving her fist back and forth quickly but erratically.

When Mandy started whining, I lost control. I grabbed her hair with both hands, shoved my cock into her mouth and shot. Mandy let out a strangled moan as her mouth immediately filled. As soon as she took the first sip, I froze as I heard the sound of large stones grinding together. I turned my upper body and looked over my shoulder at the wall as Mandy swallowed the second bite I had just given her. And again for a moment I heard the sound of large stones grinding together. I looked at Mandy as she pulled away from my cock. A long stream of cum ran from the hole in his helmet to her bottom lip as she pulled away.

"I'm so close!" - she screamed, rubbing her crotch back and forth on the rotating key, persistently trying to bring herself to orgasm. “David, I’m so close!”

I took a quick look at the wall before looking down at my girlfriend who was on the verge of a massive orgasm. She was almost in agony because she was so close to orgasm but couldn't finish it. Then it dawned on me. “Let me help you with that,” he said. I said as I reached between her legs and rubbed her rock hard clit vigorously with the tip of my finger.

Mandy immediately arched her back and screamed at the top of her lungs as a violent orgasm rocked her back and forth like a runaway freight train. “OH MY GOD YES!!!!” She sat almost completely upright, stiff as a board and almost completely motionless as the overload held her in place. Her breath was just a light flutter and her mouth opened wide as her orgasm paralyzed her, resting completely against the spinning key.

Immediately behind me I heard the sound of grinding stones. I turned around and saw the stone wall split down the middle and the two halves moving to the side. “Well, I will…” I said, looking at the new pitch-black passageway in front of us. “So that’s what it’s for.”

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