While traveling along the Mexican coast Angela Consort decided to visit the underground caverns in the area. As an amateur archaeologist she had heard of some artifacts being found in these caverns. Angela was very fit but certainly no Lara Croft. Attractive but introverted she had been successful in her life based on her abilities and not just sex appeal.
Previously Angela had done some spelunking in the United States and South America so the thought of exploring solo did not worry her. She rented equipment and asked at the local museum about sites of interest. The curator said there were indications of fertility altars being located in the area. A follower of the goddess Aphrodite this information heightened her interest.
Several days of exploring were exciting but resulted in nothing to indicate anything of archeological interest. Still curious though, Angela decided to do some caving along a secluded shoreline. Well known by the locals this area was said to be avoided as it was said strange voices emanated from the rocks. Angela was on her own; luckily she enjoyed her own company and was not superstitious.
Unfortunately these shore caves were the same as all the others she had been in over the years, damp with the smell of rotting seaweed. However, there was a small hole above the caves which looked interesting. Climbing up the worn rock face Angela arrived at an access about two feet in diameter. A smell wafted from the opening. It was earthy and reminded her of the smell of her own pussy, an arousing association.
Pushing her pack ahead of her Angela slipped through the opening. Her head lamp revealed a large cavern after about twenty feet of crawling. The walls were covered artwork and a large statue stood in the center of the vaulted space.
Many of the representations had large phalluses; this must be one of the sites the librarian had alluded to. Very excited Angela arrived at the statue. It was a five foot high penis! The stone was polished and the material looked totally alien to anything else in the cave. The scent she had noticed at the entrance was stronger here. Her arousal heightened, Angela ran her gloved hands down the stone shaft. Even the veins were lifelike and she swore they were pulsating.
Suddenly she felt watched. Spinning around quickly she found that she was still alone. When Angela turned back there was a flow of clear liquid coming from the top of the stone penis. Slowly it ran down the mushroomed head and slid down the shaft. Touching the fluid she knew it was too thick to be water. Smelling it send a bolt of pleasure through her body which brought her to her knees. Looking up from this position a large drop of the fluid splashed her cheek. Shuddering with the pleasure pulsating from her pussy Angela stripped of her glove and wiped the droplets from her face. Again the effect was immediate; her orgasm was incredible leaving her a panting heap in front of the phallic idol.
Now laying on the floor Angela saw something very strange. Recessed under the base of the penis there was a perfectly sculptured vagina....oozing white liquid!
She had been wrong; here was the source of that tantalizing aroma. The scene of the fluid dripping from the stone pussy reminded her of her own experiences. She loved the feeling of cum flowing out of her after sex. Secretly it made her feel dominance that she had taken the man's seed and would only release it as she willed. Crawling towards the white droplet she lifted her head and took it on her tongue. Angela knew what cum tasted like, both a man's and a woman's. This was different; slightly salty but fresh...and intoxicating. Her hand pushed inside her jeans and found her clit. Rubbing it furiously she ran her tongue up the cock's shaft until it was covered with the aphrodisiac. She swallowed just as another orgasm crested.