Chapter Four
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, her gaze darting to the tent flap, then to the wooden storage box. The stone phallus loomed in her mind, its weight a promise of fullness she craved. Her rational mind screamed to stop—this was madness, a violation of everything she stood for as a scholar. But her body ached, an empty vessel begging to be filled. With a shaky breath, she pulled open the box, her fingers closing around the cool, polished stone.
Her clothes hit the floor in a frenzy, her sweat-dampened tank top sliding off her shoulders, her heavy breasts falling free. She settled onto the floor, spreading her thighs.
The jungle air was thick, humid, and she was already wet.
Lining up the thick tip, she dragged it between her lips, coating it in her slickness. A gasp tore from her throat at the first stretch, her walls clinging to the smooth stone as she lowered herself down.
The pressure, the fullness—it sent a shudder through her.
Her hips rolled instinctively, her breath quickening as she rode the thick shape, each downward thrust making her walls clutch around the polished stone.
She was getting close, circling her clit with her finger as she rode.
But then, the tent flap whipped open.
Faye froze.
Jenny stood in the entrance, her eyes wide with shock.
For a long, breathless moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the jungle buzzing outside, the shallow hitch of Faye’s breath, and the obscene phallus still buried between her thighs.
Jenny’s mouth hung open, her gaze flickering downward.
Faye’s face burned with shame, but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t hide.
“Holy shit,” Jenny breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Heat flared in Faye’s cheeks. She opened her mouth, fumbling for words, but all she managed was a hoarse, “Jenny, I—”
Jenny stepped inside, her breath shaky, her eyes drinking in the sight of Faye—how she was straddling the phallus, her body spread open, vulnerable.
Her voice trembled when she spoke. “You look… just like the reliefs outside. It’s incredible.”
Faye’s pulse quickened, hammering in her chest.
“I’m sorry. I—I can’t help it,” she blurted out. “I keep having these dreams.”
Jenny’s eyes held hers for a long moment. Then, after a beat, she whispered, “Me too. Don’t apologize. I feel it… an energy.”
Faye gulped, her body still clutching the stone buried deep inside her.
Moving closer, Jenny sat at the edge of Faye’s bedroll, her gaze unwavering.
Faye’s lungs seized, and she exhaled shakily.
Jenny’s eyes flickered to where Faye was still impaled on the phallus, then back to her face. “You’re still on it. I interrupted. You should finish.”
Faye’s stomach flipped, humiliation crashing in. Her flush blazed—she’s staying, seeing this.
“I—I can’t,” she stammered, thighs trembling, hands hovering uselessly. “This isn’t—” But her hips twitched, the stone stretching her inside.
Jenny leaned closer, entranced, studying her like she was one of the reliefs outside. “It’s okay to finish,” she urged, soft but firm. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed.”
Faye hesitated, shame roaring, her mind screaming that this was wrong—her assistant, her colleague, watching her like this. But Jenny’s gaze was steady, encouraging, and the ache inside her was too strong to ignore. She nodded silently, her skin blazing. Her hips shifted, slow at first, then riding the big phallus—slick, wet sounds filling the tent with each deep stroke. Her thighs trembled, the stone stretching her wide, and her fingers slipped down, rubbing her clit fast. Heat surged, her walls clenched—wet, sharp—a shudder tearing through as she came, gasping ragged, mortified, alive.
She lifted off—a soft, wet sound as she freed herself, her swollen flesh open, stretched wide in the humid air. Jenny stared, eyes wide, fascination locked on her face, unblinking.
Faye sank back, legs splayed, vulnerable, hands pressing her face—hiding, burning. “I’m disgusting,” she whispered, voice small, shame coiling tight.
“No,” Jenny replied. “You’re… radiant. I can feel the energy coming off you—it’s real. You’re so… open. I could never take something that big.”
Faye flushed deeper, hands dropping, embarrassed. “It’s… easier after you’ve had kids,” she muttered, voice tight. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.” Tears almost pricked her eyes as her words came out.
Jenny’s gaze softened. “I won’t,” she said, firm, reassuring. “It’s just us—I swear.”
Outside, the jungle hummed softly, the sounds of the night blending with the anticipation of the festival just a day away.
