The Lost Tribe Open Lust Ch 07

Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18, and all acts are consensual. This is a primal tale of a 37-year-old archaeologist's descent into desire--a slow build that unravels into something gritty, raw, taboo and extreme at times.

Expect explicit sex, fertility rituals, size kinks, exhibitionism, lesbian encounters, group sex, gaping, natural bodies and the supernatural--not your typical perky, tight MILF fantasy.

If that sounds like your thing, step inside. If not, best give it a miss.

Chapter 7

Still naked, the walk back to Luz's apartment was a blur, the sun still high, baking the dusty streets. Faye's bare feet slapped against the warm cobbles, her skin slick with sweat, the tonic's heat ebbing but still smoldering in her veins.

Her thighs rubbed together, slick and sticky, every step a reminder of how wide she'd spread herself in the square. Jenny padded beside her, silent for once, her lean frame glistening, breath uneven.

The two other women followed, their steps measured, while Luz led the way, her naked curves swaying with purpose.

Inside, the apartment was cooler, the air thick with lingering incense--musk and spice curling around them like a fading spell. The sketches of phalluses and entwined bodies loomed on the walls, watching. Faye stood there, her heavy breasts sagging slightly, sweat glistening across the curve of her belly.

Jenny shifted nearby, her tight frame taut and gleaming, while the other women flanked Luz, their bodies bare and unashamed.

Luz turned, her dark eyes locking on Faye. "Your body is special," she said, voice low, deliberate. "Powerful." She stepped closer, her gaze dropping to Faye's hips, her thighs. "Your cunt is meant to be filled."

Heat flared in Faye's cheeks. The tonic lingered, dulling her shame but not enough to stop the awkward twist in her gut. Luz's bluntness hit like a slap--crude, intimate, undeniable.

"Tell me," Luz pressed, her smile curling. "Do you have a husband or a lover?"

Faye shifted, her arms twitching like she wanted to cover herself but couldn't. "A boyfriend," she muttered, voice thick, eyes darting to the floor.

"How many children have you birthed?"

"Uh... Just one."

Luz tilted her head. "I have birthed four children myself. Tell me, does your boyfriend fill you with his cock? Can you feel him?"

The room seemed to shrink, the air heavy. Faye's face burned, her tongue thick with embarrassment. The tonic pulsed faintly, loosening her words despite herself.

"Barely," she said, hoarse, just above a whisper.

Luz's smile widened, a glint of triumph in her eyes. "You are meant for bigger things than men's little dicks. That's not to say you shouldn't welcome them inside you, but no man will ever fill that big hole of yours."

She paused, her gaze softening, almost conspiratorial. The two women either side of her smirked. One murmured, "coño grande," her voice low, a smile tugging at her lips.

"It's the same for me too," Luz added.

Faye's throat tightened. She didn't know what to say--couldn't find words to match Luz's raw certainty. She just nodded, a small, shaky jerk of her head, her mind reeling. It felt like a truth she'd never faced until now, and Luz saw it clear as day, unashamed.

Luz turned to Jenny, her gaze shifting, appraising. "Your body is still tight and young," she said, voice dropping. "But you will feel Tierra Viva one day too."

Jenny's breath stuttered, her eyes widening. Before she could respond, Luz stepped forward, closing the gap. Her hands shot out, grabbing Jenny's arms, pulling her close. Their lips crashed together, a sudden, fierce kiss--tongues flickering, wet and brief. Luz pulled back, leaving Jenny breathless, her chest heaving, lips parted in a dazed half-smile.

Faye blinked, startled, her pulse jumping. Luz turned to her next, closing the distance in one smooth stride. Before Faye could process it, Luz's mouth was on hers--warm, insistent, tasting of honey and spice. Faye froze, then melted, her lips parting instinctively. Luz's tongue slid in, bold and probing, a quick, electric dance that left Faye gasping when Luz pulled away.

Luz's hand moved, deliberate, resting on Faye's stomach. Her fingers trailed downward, slow and sure, then slipped between Faye's thighs. Two digits pressed inside--easy--sinking into her slick, open heat. Faye shuddered, a soft whine escaping her throat as Luz curled her fingers briefly, then withdrew. They glistened, coated thick with Faye's arousal, shining in the dim light.

Luz lifted them to her nose, breathing deeply, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Then she turned, holding her fingers under Jenny's nose. "Smell," she commanded.

Jenny hesitated, then leaned in, inhaling. Her eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck.

"Do you like it? Tell me, what does it smell like?"

Her face reddening, Jenny said, "It's... strong, not like mine."

The two woman next to Luz chuckled. Faye stared at the floor mortified.

"This is a powerful scent," Luz said, her voice reverent. "A gift." She brought her fingers to her lips, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue, savoring it. Her gaze flicked between them. "Mm... Delicious. Come back in two days. You must learn more."

Faye stood there, chest heaving, her body still tingling where Luz had touched her. The tonic's fire was fading, leaving a dull ache in its wake--arousal mixed with a creeping unease. Jenny shifted beside her, still catching her breath, her expression unreadable.

The other two women watched in silence, their naked forms still, while the incense curled around them like a promise. Outside, the jungle hummed, low and insistent, calling them back.

***

The jeep rumbled back toward camp, the jungle a dark blur on either side of the dirt road. Faye gripped the wheel, knuckles pale, the damp fabric of her shorts chafing. The tonic was crashing hard now, a leaden weight sinking into her bones, stripping away the wild high and leaving her raw, rattled, exposed. Jenny sat beside her, arms crossed, fingers fidgeting on her shorts, staring out the window--quiet, too quiet. The air between them thickened with awkwardness, a jagged edge where their usual conversation had been.

Faye's head spun, a storm of its own brewing. The festival burned behind her eyes: spreading herself on that table, her pussy gaping wide, slick and pink for the crowd, clenching uselessly as they roared. She'd shouted--"I want them to see my cunt!"--and they had, every inch of her stretched hole laid bare.

Then Luz's voice--"no man will ever fill that big hole"--and her humiliating whisper, "Barely," about Ben. She'd never told anyone that, not even herself, not really. Most women would die before admitting their pussy was too loose for a man's cock, but she'd spilled it, and they'd seen it anyway--gaping, wet. A flush scorched her neck, shame twisting her gut into knots, but a faint, stubborn thrill pulsed beneath it, her clit twitching faintly at the memory of their lust, their worship, her own humiliation.

And the kiss. Luz's lips, hot and wet, tongue sliding in like she owned her. Faye had never been with a woman, never even let the thought cross her mind--not consciously. She wasn't repulsed; that's what threw her. Her body had melted, lips parting, a shiver running through her core. Was she turned on? Curious? Or just caught in the tonic's haze?

Her head wouldn't settle, her breath shallow as she gripped the wheel tighter, trying to make sense of it all.

Jenny shifted, breaking the silence. "That was... fucked up, right?" Her voice wavered--normally brash, now uncertain. She rubbed her neck, then, "I'm sorry about the finger thing. I didn't know she'd shove your... you know, under my nose like that."

Her eyes darted away.

Faye's throat locked, Luz's dripping digits flashing in her mind--thick with her own slickness, forced into Jenny's space. She tried to respond, but her voice stuck, a hoarse croak escaping instead. "It's..." She swallowed, barely audible. "It's fine." It wasn't, not really, but what could she say? Her face burned hotter, her tongue useless.

Jenny nodded, hesitant, chewing her lip. "I've never... you know, with a woman. Didn't hate it, though." She let out a shaky laugh. "And you--spreading like that, screaming it. Holy shit, Faye. I can't unsee it. You were... wild. "

Faye's chest tightened, shame crashing harder. "It's humiliating," she muttered, eyes fixed on the road. "Showing everyone my.... Telling Luz about Ben. I just... put it out there." Her voice cracked, low and raw. "But the thing is, it felt good too. Still does a little, and I hate how much it does."

Jenny turned, studying her. "Yeah. I get it. Shocked the hell out of me--everything, the kiss, you--but... I don't think I want to stop." Her words hung, tentative but firm. "Do you? Want to see her again? Luz, I mean."

Faye's breath snagged. She felt Luz's fingers sliding in, her scent called a gift. The crowd's roars, her own wild cry; Ben's cock, small and useless in her. She should run, bury this, pretend she was still the archaeologist, the mom, not this needy thing controlled by desire. But her body hummed, a dull ache where Luz had been, craving more--more stretch, more exposure, more of whatever Tierra Viva promised. "No," she said finally, quiet but sure, her voice trembling. "I don't want to stop either. I don't think I can now. I feel like something's got hold of me."

Jenny exhaled, a small, shaky smile tugging at her lips. "Okay. Two days, then. We go and see Luz again, right?"

Faye nodded.

"But what if it's more, you know, extreme than the festival?"

"We see it through," Faye said, glancing at Jenny. "Pueblo de las Piedras, Tierra Viva, the dreams. I'm connected to all of it, and I need to know more."

The jeep jolted over a rut, and the sky split open. A storm erupted, torrential rain slamming down, drumming on the roof. Water sheeted across the windshield, blurring the jungle into a dark, roaring void. Mud sucked at the tires, the jeep swaying as Faye slowed, wipers thrashing uselessly against the downpour. Lightning split the night, jagged and white, thunder rumbling deep, shaking the frame, and something in Faye's chest answered, wild and alive, a pulse she couldn't quiet.

***

The jeep lurched into camp, tires squelching in the mud as the storm raged on. Rain hammered down, a relentless roar, soaking them the moment they stumbled out. Faye's clothes clung to her skin, heavy and cold, water streaming off her hair, her shorts plastered to her thighs. Jenny staggered beside her, shirt translucent, her lean frame shivering as the downpour plastered her curls flat. They bolted for the tent, ducking inside as thunder cracked overhead.

The air within was humid, thick, the rain's drumming a deafening pulse against the canvas. Faye peeled off her sopping shirt, the fabric slapping the floor, then shoved down her shorts and panties in one soaked heap. Jenny followed, stripping fast, her clothes hitting the ground with a wet thud.

They stood there, naked, dripping, rain still glistening on their skin. Neither moved to dress, the humid heat wrapping around them like a second skin.

Their eyes drifted, drawn to the corner. The massive stone phallus loomed there, its shadow stark in the flickering lantern light. The flame sputtered, and for a split second, it seemed to twitch, alive, pulsing.

Jenny's voice broke the stillness, soft, shaky. "Do you feel it too? The energy?"

Her eyes locked on the phallus, Faye nodded, her throat tight. "Yeah, I feel it."

The rain hammered louder, a relentless tune on the canvas. Faye moved closer, her hand outstretched. Just as her fingers brushed the stone tip of the phallus, thunder crashed outside and then a vision appeared in Faye's mind--the woman from her dream, curvy and knowing, smiling that eerie smile. And then as quickly as she appeared, she was gone.

"I saw a woman," Jenny gasped, eyes wide. "A face watching me."

Faye's chest heaved, her breath ragged as she met Jenny's gaze. "I saw her too. The woman from my dream," she said, voice hoarse. "Curvy, smiling... What the hell does it mean?"

Jenny swallowed, trembling. "I don't know. It's like she was waiting for something. It's freaky."

She paused, wiping sweat--or rain--from her brow. "I bet Luz knows the answer. She's got to. We'll ask her next time."

Faye nodded, slow, her mind spinning again. "Yeah. Next time." The thought of Luz, her fingers, her certainty, stirred the ache in her core.