The Lost Tribe: Open Lust Ch. 01

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 1

The jungle air was thick and damp, clinging to Professor Faye Sinclair's skin like a second layer. The midday sun filtered through the canopy in fractured beams, illuminating the carved stone beneath her fingertips. Around her, the dense jungle pulsed with life--the distant call of a howler monkey, the rhythmic chatter of cicadas, the occasional rustle of unseen creatures moving through the undergrowth. The clearing where the ruins lay had fewer trees, allowing sunlight to reach the ground, where the scent of damp earth mixed with the musk of decaying leaves and the faint sweetness of blooming orchids. The air was rich here, almost intoxicating, the smell of ancient soil stirred by their excavation.

She wiped a strand of chestnut hair from her brow, blinking as she took in the intricate details of the relief she had uncovered on the side of a wall. The carved figure was unmistakably feminine--hips wide, full, low hanging breasts, a slight softness to the stomach, legs spread open in a display that felt both reverent and obscene.

Unnervingly lifelike despite the erosion of time, the worn smoothness of the stone suggested it had been touched--perhaps even worshiped--for generations. The expression on the woman's face was serene, but something in the sultry curve of her lips and exaggerated opening between her legs, suggested something more primal, erotic.

Faye knew what she was looking at. A fertility carving, no question. But the woman's body drew her in-- perhaps because it looked like her own.

She exhaled slowly, pushing away the strange tension curling in her stomach. It was just another artifact, another glimpse into a lost civilization's rituals. And yet... she hesitated. Why did this one feel different?

She reached out, fingertips gliding over the curves of the stone, tracing the wide, open space carved into the woman's form. The stone was warmer here. She frowned, pressing her palm flat against it. That had to be her imagination--the heat of the jungle, the way the sun had warmed the temple walls--but still, it sent a faint, inexplicable shiver down her spine.

For a moment, she swore she felt something else--a pulse, a whisper of energy, like something deep beneath the ruins was stirring. A dull ache settled low in her belly, subtle but insistent. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

She swallowed, suddenly aware of the heaviness of the air, of the sweat tracing slow lines down her back, pooling between her breasts.

"Faye! You need to see this!"

Jenny's voice cut through the thick jungle air, snapping Faye from her trance. She exhaled sharply and turned, stepping carefully over the uneven ground toward her assistant's voice. Almost ten years younger than Faye's thirty-seven, Jenny was crouched near the base of a partially excavated wall, her hands brushing dirt from a massive shape emerging from the earth. She was tall and lithe, her body lean in the way of someone who barely seemed to hold weight. With sun-kissed skin, a shirt was knotted at her waist, a pair of cargo shorts on her narrow hips. Where Faye was soft curves and heavy breasts, Jenny was all sharp angles and restless energy.

Faye's breath caught in her throat as she took it in the object sticking out of the soil. It was a phallus, larger than the others they had uncovered. The sheer scale of it was almost absurd--thick, smooth stone, its surface weathered but still imposing, its shape unmistakably deliberate. Even partially buried, it was clear this was meant to be a centerpiece of whatever forgotten rituals had taken place here.

Faye exhaled, suddenly hyperaware of the oppressive heat. The thick, humid air seemed to grow heavier, wrapping around her like a damp shroud. She reached out and let her fingers graze the cool stone, and instantly a shiver ran up her spine. Her stomach fluttered, something deep and instinctual tightening in her core. The muscles in her thighs twitched, her breath coming shorter, as if the heat of the jungle had pooled low inside her.

She pulled her hand back sharply, flexing her fingers as if to shake off the sensation, but the lingering tingle remained. Her heart was beating too fast. She told herself it was the excitement of the discovery, the sheer magnitude of what they had found, but some part of her knew better.

"Jesus," Jenny murmured, oblivious to Faye's reaction. "It's... incredible, isn't it?"

Faye forced a tight smile, willing her hand to steady at her side. She stood up abruptly and looked away. "Yeah," she said, her voice quieter than she intended. "Incredible."

Jenny looked up at her with a furrowed brow. "Are you okay? You look pale?"

"Fine," Faye replied, trying to sound normal. "It'll be dark soon. We need to get that thing out of the ground so we can take measurements."

Jenny nodded, already moving to examine the base of the carving. "You're right. Help me get the rest of this dirt off."

Hesitating for a moment, Faye stepped forward, sinking to her knees. The movement pressed her thighs against the fabric of her shorts, the snug fit digging into her skin. Sweat clung to her, making her clothes feel tighter, her full breasts straining against the cotton of her top. She exhaled slowly as she lifted a hand, pausing just before touching the stone, acutely aware of the dampness in her panties.

Jenny grinned, oblivious. "Almost there," she said rocking the stone phallus.

Faye shuddered, digging her nails into the stone, forcing herself to concentrate.