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 5
The drive back to camp was quieter than usual. Jenny drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, humming softly to herself, while Faye sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the dense jungle flashing past the window.
Her skin still tingled where Luz had touched her, the ghost of warm fingers on her hips, the weight of a palm lingering between her legs.
She hadn't stopped thinking about it. About the way it made her feel.
Confused. Heated. Wet.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
Beside her, Jenny let out a small laugh. "So what the hell was that back there?"
Faye's cheeks burned again. "I... I don't know."
"Are you okay? You look kinda shell shocked."
Looking away, Faye nodded. "Fine."
"So... what did Luz whisper in your ear?"
Faye exhaled, a bead of sweat trickling between her breasts. She hesitated for a moment before responding. "She.... she said I have the body of a goddess. A body meant to be worshiped."
Jenny whistled. "Damn. That's full on. And then she put her hands on you. Grabbed your..." She turned and cast her eyes over Faye's body. "You seem to be having quite an effect on people today. I mean, you do have some killer curves. And you've got that sexy mommy look, you know?"
Her body tensing, Faye didn't reply to the comment and clasped her hands.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you unconformable," Jenny said. "So what do you think happens at the festival?"
Faye glanced at her. "I have no idea. It's taking place in the village square, so it can't be that outrageous, right?"
Jenny smirked. "I wouldn't be so sure. The poster was basically ancient porn."
Faye felt heat creep up her neck. She thought about the reliefs at the dig site--the open, eager women, the enormous phalluses. Was the festival some kind of reenactment?
She swallowed, a lump in her throat.
"I just want to observe," she said quickly. "For the sake of research. There's a lot we don't know about the tribe."
Jenny shot her a look but didn't push.
By the time they arrived back at camp, the sky was tinged in deep orange and violet, the jungle buzzing with the sounds of nightfall. They grabbed their fresh laundry from the back of the Jeep, hauling the bundles into their tent.
Faye exhaled sharply. It smelled clean again--no more lingering musk of sweat and sex. But still, there was something unsettling and primal about being back in this space.
She folded her clothes into neat stacks, but discovered her hands were shaking.
The stone phallus. The aching emptiness inside her. It was still there.
She needed to feel full again, craved it as if she were an empty vessel.
Jenny sighed, stretching her arms over her head. "I'm gonna go check out the new reliefs before it gets too dark," she said. "You coming?"
Faye hesitated. "In a bit. Just need to put this stuff away."
Jenny shrugged and slipped out of the tent. The moment she was gone, Faye's breath came quicker.
She paced back and forth, spotting the monster phallus out of the corner of her eye. She glanced at the tent flap, hesitated, but then decided. Now. It had to be now.
