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The Sacred Tunnel Pt. 01

By: lakesailer_mi



This story was inspired by a recent trip to New Grange, located near the Boyne River in Ireland. The monument there dates to the Neolithic, or early Stone Age, around 3000BCE. The valley, known as Bru Na Boinne in Gaelic, is a fertile area, and the river teems with fish. Archeologists consider the monument to be a "passage tomb." There is a tunnel about 30 feet long that ends in a large chamber. The tunnel itself is narrow and modern humans stoop to enter. The main chamber is quite large, perhaps 15' in diameter and a ceiling as high. There are three smaller chambers, or recesses, forming a cross pattern. The entire monument was built of large and small stones; it was not tunneled into a hillside, but rather constructed on the top of a hill. Passage tombs themselves are not unique; there are many scattered in that area, throughout Ireland and in the Brittany region of France. The monument at New Grange is unique because the main passage lines up nearly precisely with the rising sun on the Winter Solstice. The sun penetrates the long passage and illuminates the main chamber for approximately 17 minutes at that time. The main excavation of this monument occurred in 1962, but it had been plundered for centuries before. The 1962 excavation and reconstruction is now somewhat controversial. Although archeologists consider it a tomb, only five sets of remains were recovered during excavation. Some argue those remains significantly post date the original construction and use of the monument, and reflect later usage. Stone balls and phallic shaped stones were also recovered. 

The interpretation below is entirely of my own imagination. I am not an archeologist or an anthropologist. I have not studied the evidence carefully. However, I still think I'm right. And mine makes a way better story.

I thank Fire_breeze for many helpful comments and suggestions. 

Bru Na Boinne: 3000 BCE

Croag's muscles strained as he maneuvered the large stone into place. In spite of the cold wind blowing up the valley and the faint late fall sun, trickles of sweat ran down his broad back. He was committed to showing his strength and virtue to Shamar, the Most Revered Woman, in hopes that he would be selected to be the consort of the New Revered Woman at the time of the New Sun. His thoughts then jumped to Amma, whom he hoped would be selected as the New Revered Woman for the sacred rite. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shamar emerge from the Sacred Tunnel of the Mound, Her long black hair blowing in the wind, and the womanly curves of Her body silhouetted against the grey nearly winter sky. Along with the other men, he paid homage to Her as the perfect Woman, but in his heart, Amma was perfection. He paused for a moment in his work, his gaze traversing the valley and river below the Hill of the Mound. His mind wandered to Amma's body, Her curvy breasts, which had blossomed over the last few years, and Her broad hips, which signaled her ripeness. They had grown up about the same time together. Croag had passed the trials of manhood last spring, while Amma had been conferred Young Woman status at the end of the summer. He remembered her beauty at the ceremony in the late summer heat, the flowers in her hair and the long flowing robes which clung to her shapely body in the wind. Catching himself, he did not want to be seen malingering, he shook his head to regain his concentration. Returning to his work, he strained at the stone all the harder, hoping Shamar would see his actions and not read his heart.

As the sun set, the tribe gathered for its evening meal near the tribal lodges on the slope of the hill just below the Mound. Croag sat at his Mother's feet, as all unmatched men did. The matched men were raised to sit with the Women of the tribe. He glanced around, trying to catch a glimpse of Amma, sitting with the other Women. He was surprised to see Her sitting next to Shamar, surrounded by the Revered Women. Shamar and Amma seemed be talking and Croag's heart beat quicker. He knew that the selection of the New Woman and her consort would occur soon. It was always a surprise: the Most Revered Women announced the choices when the Goddess spoke to her in a dream. He would die if Amma was selected and he was not, and he looked around in vain wondering if there was some way to gain their attention. His Mother, sensing his unrest, gently placed a hand on his shoulder, reminding him that men were to contain themselves when in the presence of the Women of the tribe. He tried to relax, and prayed first to Mother Earth and then to Father Sun.

As the meal ended, and the tribe began to break up, he was surprised by a hand on his shoulder. As he turned, he found himself looking into the eyes of Shamar. He had never been this close to the Most Revered Woman and was surprised to find that he was taller than Her by some amount. Yet, still he felt short in Her presence. His heart pounded in hope and fear when Her gentle loving voice said, "Croag, your efforts for our tribe have been noticed by the Revered Women, and we have selected you to train to be the consort of the New Revered Woman. Gather your belongings and move to my lodge." The smile that burst upon Croag's face was echoed by the smile on Shamar's face. 

Croag sputtered "I am so honored...I will get my stuff...I...I ...who...who " and then, before he could control himself he asked, "Who will be the New Revered Woman?" 

His heart pounding as he realized this could be insulting to The Most Revered Woman. He tried to recover. "I'm sorry, I ...I just..." 

But Shamar smiled and Her hand gently moved up his shoulder, Her fingers sliding through his hair, and his Manhood began to stir. "You know this will not be revealed until later," Her voice soft, gentle and sensuous, "you and I will need to work on your patience and control, for you must learn to please the New Revered Woman and that takes patience." 

She drew his head down to Her and began to kiss him. The gentle kiss grew deeper and more passionate causing his Manhood to swell and throb. He had, of course, never been kissed and to share this first one with Shamar was an amazing honor. His heart pounded and his Manhood swelled, he had never been so aroused as by this, and even thoughts of Amma left his mind as he was totally overtaken by Her expert kiss. Only as She released him did he begin to hear the sounds of his tribe behind him. The other young men shouted congratulatory words, or grumbled jealous epithets, while the Women voiced their approval at the selection. For the Kiss of the Most Revered Woman was known to only be conferred upon the consort of the New Revered Woman. 

Dublin: present day

Ida sat working at her computer in one of the tiny basement offices inhabited by graduate students in the archaeology program. It was cold, being early December, and the basement room was poorly heated. The department was quiet, the term having finished the week before; only the dedicated graduate students were around. Her thesis, examining Celestial Phenomena of Neolithic monuments, was coming along, but slowly. She struggled to make sense of what the sun, moon and stars of 5000 years ago would have looked like through the tunnels and around the monumental rocks of the Neolithic structures. She hoped her first paper, part of the application for special access to the Passage Tomb at Newgrange and other important sites, would be impressive to the Professors who were reviewing the proposals. In particular, she knew she needed to impress Professor Sherridan, the Director of the Newgrange committee, and hoped that her diligent calculations of astronomical alignment would give her the access that she needed. But deep in her heart she knew that her real thesis would have to wait, because it was simply too controversial. She glanced, again, at the clock on the computer, the minutes crawling by. She knew the decision was close at hand, but didn't know when. She sighed, and stood for a moment stretching. Then, she sat and began pouring over her latest tables, calculating positions, as her mind entertained her hidden ideas.

That evening, Ida sat cross-legged on the couch while Craig sprawled beside her, his feet -- as usual -- on the coffee table and his arms stretched out over the couch. Craig, also a graduate student studying Chemistry, was engrossed in the football game while Ida's attention was on her laptop where she chatted with friends and responded to emails. Craig's hand wandered over her back and sides intermittently, and somewhat clumsily she thought, clearly trying to flirt with her. She loved Craig, and was glad they were married, but wished that he was...what? A better lover, like the ones she read about in some of the on-line story sites she occasionally perused. She didn't have a lot to compare him to in real life, indeed, he was only her third, and frankly the first one almost didn't count since it was a one night, drunken kind of thing during her last year in Sixth Form. Craig was way better than that...most of the time. In fact, really, of the three, he was the best and she only occasionally had to get herself off after he fell asleep. But she wanted to experience something magical, something that transcended the simply physical. She had, in some ways, come close a couple of times on her own, reaching orgasms by her own fingers that wiped her mind of reality. But she wanted to experience that with her lover, and he to experience it with her.

The chime, indicating a new email, brought Ida back from her reverie, and she switched windows to see which one of her friends was sending some crazy comic or picture that would make her laugh. When she saw the address though, her heart began to pound; it was from Professor Sherridan, and the subject was `Congratulations.' She only realized that she had shrieked out loud when Craig reacted and jumped slightly on the couch.

"What's up?" he asked as he moved to look over her shoulder. 

Ida could hardly find the words "I think..I might have...well...just a sec" as she tried to calm her adrenalin enough to manage the small motor coordination necessary for the touch-pad. 

As she opened the email, she felt thrilled: "Your project has been selected for special access to Historic sites." She burst out, "Oh My God, Craig! Everything...well, nearly, but Oh My God...and starting...wow, in a just over a week!" 

She could hardly contain herself. Craig was smiling and nearly as happy as her. That was what she loved so much about him and their relationship, they both reveled in each other's success. 

"I want to Celebrate," she said as she sat back down, having jumped up to do an impromptu victory dance. Craig laughed and put his arms around her. He leaned in and they began to kiss, gently at first, but with growing passion. 

"You are so sexy when you get excited," he growled and she felt her pussy begin to tingle. His shoulders were broad and strong, although no one would describe him as athletic. She wasn't athletic either; her broad hips and full breasts were more "pin-up" girl quality than lithe athlete. Craig had been telling her, since their early courtship, how beautiful and sexy she was, and she had finally come to believe that he was earnest; that his idea of a perfect female form was her curvy body. Their bodies began to intertwine and his hands, somewhat clumsily, began to tug at her clothing. She thought, well, this isn't exactly what I meant by celebrate, but the tingling of her nether lips and the tightening of her breasts made her realize that she was somewhat more aroused - perhaps by her own success? - than she had realized.

Craig's passion grew while he tugged and pushed Ida's clothes from her body. As he released her full breasts from her bra, she felt her nipples harden, partly from the cool air of the drafty flat, but mostly from arousal. She gently guided his lips to her nipple and he began to suck and lick her. She threw her head back and cupped her breasts, presenting them to him, aching to have him focus on them, to lick and suck them until she was carried away with arousal. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue swirled and she gasped. His fingers began to fumble at her trouser button, distracting her, as he moved too quickly for her tastes. With his hands clumsily working to strip off her slacks and panties, his mouth left her breast and she felt somewhat let down. 

Craig guided her onto her back on the couch and, tearing off most of his clothing, moved between her legs. He quickly, and passionately, kissed her breasts. His hands grabbed the outside of her hips as his mouth trailed down her stomach and found her nearly bare pussy. He began to kiss and lick her. Ida's fingers moved through his hair, trying to guide his lips against her swelling pussy lips. 

"Oh God, yes, Craig, lick me there," she intoned and he moaned against her mound. 

She felt entire being begin to centre on her great mound below and Craig's tongue and lips felt amazing. He seldom ate her this way, so she was thrilled by these new pleasures. But all too soon he stopped, and moving up between her legs began to enter her. She sighed, she wasn't "not ready" but simply wanted this to take longer. She looked into his eyes and saw the faraway look he got when he was so aroused. His arousal was intense and arousing to her, knowing that it was her body and her success that generated such passion in him. He thrust deep inside her, and her legs wrapped around him drawing him deeper. His thrusts came quickly and powerfully, and it was arousing to see him overtaken with primitive passion. As he began to cum, his grunts echoing in her ear, she felt her orgasm shudder, weakly, through her body. In a moment, they lay together, as he panted, recovering from his exertion. She wished his mouth would return to her pussy, licking her until she exploded. She sighed as he moved off of her, feeling somewhat empty as he withdrew. She wanted to demand that he please her, that he not wander off, but she did not know how to ask for what she needed.

Bru Na Boinne: 3000 BCE

Croag was nervous as he entered Shamar's lodge carrying his few possessions: bedding and clothing. He knew, more or less, what was expected of him and his Manhood was partly erect in expectation. His mind wandered back to Shamar's kiss and he almost groaned at the idea of Her taking him into Her sacred tunnel. Shamar stood near the soft glowing fire at the centre of Her large lodge. The floor, covered in straw and animal skins, was soft and comfortable under his bare feet. The fire, not too large, warmed the space against the cold air of the season. 

"Please," Shamar gently instructed "Place your clothing there and your bedding with mine." 

He was comforted by Her soft tone; Women were not always polite to men, and this put him more at ease. He placed his clothing in the wood chest and arranged his bedding with Hers on the slightly raised round pallet. He turned and faced Her. Shamar stepped toward him and placed Her hands on his upper arms. Moving Her hands to his chest, She slowly unwrapped his tunic. He shrugged and let it fall to the floor behind him. Her hands caressed his broad strong chest as She looked up, with a deep gaze, into his eyes. 

"I can see your arousal and I am glad that you feel this way. A man should desire a Woman in this way." 

He nodded, not trusting his voice with his heart pounding and his Manhood throbbing. 

Shamar continued in a sensuous and soft voice, "But it takes patience and control to turn that wonderful desire into the Magical Pleasure that you must give the New Revered Woman." 

Her hands slowly slid up his arms and Her fingers spread through his hair as She brought his face to Hers in another amazing kiss. His hands naturally fell to Her hips and they pulled together as the kiss deepened. He was close to exploding, his balls tightening in the loose confines of his trousers. Her hands continued to explore his neck and shoulders as Her tongue danced in his mouth, mingling with his. He became nervous again, his loins on fire with his desire. Shamar must have sensed his nervousness, as She slowly broke off the kiss. She stepped back a moment, sliding his hands off Her hips, and taking them in hers. 

"Do not worry if you cannot control your Manhood and seed yet," Her words re-assuring and soft. "This is why you are here. You know I train all men before they are coupled. You have already shown more control than some, demonstrating that we were right to select you as Consort." 

He was stunned that he was not failing, as he felt the pre-cum begin to ooze from his member, more so by the way She said Consort. Shamar's voice carried respect for the word, something he had never heard from a Woman before. She dropped his hands and found the front of his trousers. Deftly untying the rope that held them, they fell to his ankles. His Manhood stood rigid, the purple head throbbing in the firelight. She gently guided him to Her bed and he lay down on his back. Shamar, standing at the foot of the low pallet, let Her robes fall to the floor. He gasped at Her nakedness. Her beautiful skin, wide womanly hips and full sensuous breasts were amazing. He knew now why She was the Most Revered Woman, and his cock oozed with his excitement. Within seconds She was straddling him and he was in Her Sacred Tunnel, exploding. He groaned and Shamar, looking down into his eyes, actually smiled. He felt shame that he had not lasted. How could he be the Consort? Would She kick him out? Shamar, again sensing his fear, leaned down and gently kissed him. 

"Do not worry, we have already judged you worthy, you will learn." She rolled off of him and they burrowed down into the soft bedding.

After a moment of cuddling, Shamar spoke again. "Croag," his name sounded almost holy spoken by Her, "I want you to watch me now." 

Her voice trembled with passion, something he had not expected. She slowly pushed the bedding back, and he could see Her, lying on Her back. Her legs slightly spread revealing Her Tunnel entrance. Her hands began to slide up and down Her body, gently teasing at Her nipples, cupping and caressing the soft skin of Her breasts. One slowly slid down Her stomach and began to caress Her inner thighs while the other continued its attention to Her nipples. He could hear Her breathing coming in short ragged gasps, like his had only moments before. Then he watched, mesmerized as Her fingers slid up and down Her slit, dipping into Her Tunnel and then swirling around Her bud, something he knew existed but had never seen. In a few moments Her hips began to buck and She exploded, like he had, only it seemed deeper and more complete than his. He gasped and Her eyes met his. He could feel his Manhood stirring again at the amazing view and her wanton moans. 

As Her breath slowed, She said, "You will learn to please me even more than that," She sighed. "And more importantly, to please the New Revered Woman." They pulled the covers over their naked bodies and fell asleep in each other's embrace. 

Dublin: present day

Ida rolled out of bed, shivering in the cold near dawn of wintertime Dublin. She was still giddy about her successful proposal, but also now petrified that she had been selected. She had to make this count. And she felt the pressure to succeed as a tight knots in her stomach. Craig snored softly in their bed and she went to the kitchen, pulling her robe tight around her against the drafty old apartment. She made tea and sat down with her computer and breakfast, rereading Professor Sherridan's email. Her first stop today was his office to meet with him about the project. Although his gregarious and friendly personality was endearing to most, Professor Sherridan always scared her. He was incredibly smart and she always felt one or two steps behind him. She had sat in one reading class from him and had learned so much because he was as enthusiastic as he was knowledgeable. She had felt a rapport with him, but wasn't sure how he viewed her, although she had done well in his class. She now knew he thought highly of her, and she so wanted to show she was worthy of that respect. 


The Sacred Tunnel Pt. 01



Ida's first slot for special access was at Newgrange in just over a week. She would have sole access to the monument for an entire week, including 2 days during the period when the sun lined up with the passage. While in many ways this was the least important to her thesis, which hinged on viewings of celestial events other than the well known Winter Solstice. This measurment would allow her to calibrate her equipment, being sure she could capture the data and images. In part, her thesis was designed to use this new methodology, so viewing a well-known event with the new methodology was worthy in and of itself. And, even though she thought she should be focused on the science, the opportunity to be in the passage tomb near the solstice and see the sun play across the back of the tomb was thrilling. She giggled like a schoolgirl. She began to look for a cheap B&B near Newgrange. The time of year was pretty good and in spite of the excitement she felt about solstice at Newgrange, most tourists did not visit during the bleak winter months. The closest ones were so expensive though and the access permission didn't come with a budget. Craig strode into the kitchen as she was surfing back and forth between a few B&B sites. Looking over her shoulder he said, "Hey, can I come too?" 

The enthusiasm in his voice almost surprised Ida and made her feel warm all over. She just loved this man who loved her so much that he was as excited about her success as he was about his own. "I hadn't thought about it," she admitted, realizing that she had been looking at single occupancy. "Don't you need to be in the lab?" She was torn as to whether she wanted him there or whether she wanted to do this alone. 

"Well, you know, the lab is mostly shut down over break, and I'm in a writing phase right now anyway, it's Stu's experiment running, and I don't really need to be there" and then he surprised her again with understanding "and it's OK if you want to go it alone, I would understand, but I'd love to come if it won't disrupt you." 

She paused and then just knew, somehow, it was right that he be there with her; she clicked through and found a nice double en-suite just down the road from the Neolithic monument, "You're in!" she said. 

Ida stood at Professor Sherridan's door and knocked, a little more timidly than she probably should have. 

His low but friendly voice boomed back, "Enter...if you dare" with a hint of a chuckle. She opened the door and found him standing on his desk, reaching for a book on his top shelf. The overstuffed, disorganized shelf looked precarious as it was, his standing on the desk did not give her any re-assurance that his bookshelves would not come crashing down, burying them both in the weight of knowledge. 

Her face must have betrayed her worry, and he laughed, "It's not really as dangerous as it looks, only one graduate student has ever been killed by a book landslide in my office." The twinkle in his eye as he jumped from his desk to the floor made her laugh in spite of herself. 

"I'm here to talk about my project, and to make arrangements for my first access to Newgrange," she blurted, with slightly more confidence than she had feared but much less then she had hoped. As Professor Sherridan turned, she was surprised to realize that she was taller than him. He had always seemed like such a giant to her, and it turned out she was nearly half a head taller. 

"That you are! And Congratulations! The committee loved your paper and proposal, and I will say for myself that I think it's an excellent thesis idea." Ida blushed with pride and embarrassment. "I checked around, and although you've talked to a number of us, you haven't formally chosen an advisor yet. At the risk of putting you in an awkward spot, I would love to advise you, if you'll have me. At the very least, I want to be on your committee." 

Ida's brain reeled. He was asking her!? She stammered "I...I... well, I'd love to work under you...I ...hadn't asked because you were so busy and have so many students." 

"Well then, let's do that!" Professor Sherridan was enthusiastic and they began to talk about the details of her project. The Professor had lots of suggestions that were excellent, which made her feel almost bad that she hadn't seen them. Yet, the way he treated her, like she was a colleague that he was sharing research with, put her at ease and made her feel important. He offered to use some research money to pay for some of the travel and didn't seem upset in the least when she stammered something about Craig joining her on the first trip. 

"Ida, this is a great thesis, and I know you will do a good job with it." She blushed slightly at the compliment. "But now I want to ask you something. I heard a little bit about one of your other ideas, and I want to tell you it's dangerous and intriguing," His conspiratorial tone surprised her, and Ida wasn't sure what to say. Professor Sherridan continued, "I know you have suggested that the tomb at Newgrange is actually representative of womanhood, or more specifically, of a woman's reproductive system." 

Ida blushed, both because when stated clinically it sounded stupid and a male Professor was talking about vaginas with her. Even worse, apparently he could see her blush and went on, "Don't be uncomfortable, I actually think it's an interesting idea. I think you were smart to choose something else for a thesis, but keep this one simmering on the back burner. And here's some food for thought. What kind of society would revere women so much it would commit those resources to building a huge model of a Vagina? What would their religious beliefs look like? How would they fit in with reproduction, gender attitudes and especially sexual practices? You do know about the phallic carvings, right? Of course you do." 

Ida's mind began to swim with these questions. They were ones she had sort of thought about, but he framed it so clearly, she was beginning to see that this could be another big project. "Your mind is working...good. Let it simmer while you work on the more tedious aspects of your thesis. Don't get side tracked, but begin to look for evidence and begin to build up ideas. We can talk about both projects any time you need." The conversation lasted a few more minutes, mostly taken up by administrative details of her thesis project.

Ida left his office and returned to her own and began to think about a society that would build a monument to a woman's sexual parts. She knew of a few other cultures that were matriarchal and began to think about them and how they might look in Neolithic Ireland and specifically the Boinne Valley. Water was often a symbol of Woman and She began to imagine a society where Women were venerated for their biology and their life giving Womanhood. She felt herself becoming immersed in it and imagined that men would want to please Women in such a society. Ida couldn't help it; her mind went to what sex might be like. What if men worked at pleasing the woman? She imagined a strong warrior, tested in battle, but also tested in bed. Her hand slid into her blouse and caressed her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. She imagined her warrior's broad back as his mouth closed over her nipple and his tongue swirled. Her fingers, imitating his mouth, gently tugged and teased at her nipples, her front buckle bra now released. The fingers of her other hand opened her slacks and slid down to begin stroking herself. She imagined this warrior, taught, somehow, to know exactly where to lick, and suck. To use his fingers, just like she used hers, to tease at her nib and to gently penetrate just the opening. Her pussy swelled with the attention and in her fantasies she could almost feel his tongue, right where she needed it. The combination of fantasy and her expert touch were amazing and almost magical; she let herself take time. Ida let her fingers build her pleasure almost to the bursting point and then back off just enough before starting again. Her mind swirling with fantasy of a strong man sent only for her pleasure. His tongue, his fingers, and his throbbing member penetrating her as she plunged her fingers into herself. Finally, she exploded in orgasm, her juices flowing around the fingers buried in her tunnel, while her other hand tugged at her erect and sensitive nipple. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she simply let the afterglow wash over her. As she sat, calming down, hoping no one had heard her, she longed to be able to share this kind of experience with Craig. How would the women of this society teach men to be patient and slow? She pondered on this some as she tried to prepare for next week's work at Newgrange.

Bru Na Boinne: 3000BCE

The next day passed too slowly for Croag. He caught glimpses of Amma, and couldn't be sure, but thought She was stealing glances at him too. His unmatched male friends tried to get him to talk about the night before, but, like all matched men, he just smiled and said, "Your turn will come and you will be taught, it is not my place to teach you." When faced with that response earlier in his life, he was frustrated, but now, he was beginning to understand why this was the case. As he worked during the day, gathering wood for the fires of the community, for the fire in Shamar's lodge, bringing fish up from the fast moving cold river in the valley below and moving stone to add to the Mound, he thought about Shamar and how magnificent Her body was. But he also thought about Amma and how he wanted to be with Her in the same way. He began to feel torn. The intense experience last night had bonded him to Shamar in a way he had not expected. He knew his duty would be to whichever of the young Women in the tribe would be selected as the New Revered Woman. He wondered if he could feel that bond with just any Woman. He prayed to Mother Earth and Father Sun that Amma would be chosen and he prayed that She was praying to be matched to him too.

Croag sat in the special place of the consort trainee at the evening meal. While not quite as honored as a matched man, and certainly not allowed to sit next to the Most Revered Woman, he no longer sat with the other unmatched boys at the feet of their Mothers. He was proud as he looked out over the other boys, knowing he was nearly a man. And then his eyes came to rest at Amma. And, for the first time he could remember, She looked directly at him. The tension was extreme; it was as though She could see into his heart. He prayed to Mother Earth that Amma would see his adoration for Her and then Amma smiled. He felt Her warm smile invade him and he ached for Her.

At the end of the meal, he was surprised when Shamar approached him and took his hand. "Come Croag, it is time for us to go together" and they walked off with Her gently leading him back to Her lodge. He thought he had learned a lot last night, but as they entered the lodge he suddenly realized that he no idea what to do again. 

"Please add some wood to our fire," She gently asked him and again he was struck by the fact that in Her lodge She treated him as more of an equal and with more respect than he had ever seen a Woman treat a man. He quickly added some wood, the fire soon warming the lodge. At Shamar's indication, Croag sat on the edge of the bed and She stood before him. Slowly She let Her garments fall and his arousal stirred in his pants. 

"Tonight, I want you to touch and explore my body." Her soft low voice was more of an invitation than a command. "Try to remember how my fingers stroked my body when you watched last night." She stood in front of him for a minute more, Her fingers teasing and caressing Her nipples and breasts in demonstration. She let Her hands slide down Her sides, and he watched in amazement as they caressed Her body and then slowly began to touch the entrance to Her Tunnel. Croag seemed to understand and he stood, quickly removing his clothes. He opened the bedding for Her and taking Her hand, led Her into the bed, it seemed obvious to him suddenly that he could lead a woman, as long as it was with reverence and where She wanted to go.

Croag's hands were trembling and the warmth and nearness of Her naked body was exciting him. His fingers first slid over Her breasts as She had done and he marveled at Her soft skin. Her nipples hardened under his touch and he was amazed at this, his Manhood throbbing and hard, like Her nipples. He did his best to remember what She had done, but his arousal made it difficult to concentrate. Soon though, responding to Her moans and clues from Her body he would never have guessed at, his strokes took on a life of their own and he could tell Her arousal was building. He felt powerful and good to make a Woman, and especially Shamar the Most Revered Woman, feel this way. Sensing it was time, one hand slide down Her body and, for the first time in his life, his fingers brushed the entrance to Her Sacred Tunnel. His Manhood throbbed as Her moans intensified and he began to ooze seed slightly. At first, She guided his fingers, having him dip deep into Her tunnel, then swirl Her magical nub. He soon found a rhythm that pleased Her and Her hands began to roam across his body, touching his arms and running through his hair. They slid closer, his hard Manhood, dripping with his excitement, pressing against Her hip. And then She guided his mouth to Her nipple and his tongue swirled and sucked at Her breast. Her moans, the closeness of Her body was too much for him and he began to lose control, his Manhood throbbed and his seed began to spurt out against Her body. 

Croag didn't know what to do, and then Shamar moaned, "Let yourself go and just touch me," and he did. Only a moment later he felt Her explode in an orgasm more powerful than his, and -- dare he hope? -- more powerful than the one She demonstrated the night before. 

As they lay, each catching their breath, Croag was worried. He knew he had spilled his seed too early. That he should have had more control and waited. As his mind mulled this, She pulled him close and whispered, "You are doing well Croag, it is difficult for men to control their seed, and you are doing as well or better than most. We will work on this together and you will be ready for the New Revered Woman. You pleased me well tonight and that was wonderful, I know you will please the New Revered Woman." He felt Her hands slowly caressing him, and he let his hands caress Her. His Manhood began to stiffen again as their lips met in kisses and their hands caressed each other. Shamar gently guided him onto his back as his Manhood began to throb again. She climbed on top of him, Her breasts pressing against his chest. His hands caressed Her curves, Her hips, Her rear and Her Tunnel was tantalizingly close to him. 

Then She whispered in his ear, "Fill my tunnel" and he felt Her take his Manhood into Her. The words and the sensation were magical as She thrust on him again and again. He was reaching his peak a little slower than before, but was soon ready to explode. And then She cried out with Her own orgasm "fill me" Her voice husky with desire and his Manhood pumped his seed deep into Her tunnel. He was lost in a magic of orgasms, their moans filling the lodge and betraying the pleasure both were feeling.

"Croag," She whispered. "You have done well tonight." They lay, spent, in each other's arms. 

"I'm so sorry that I was so early the first ..." 

She cut him off with a finger on his lips. "Shhhh...do not worry, you are learning. This is why the Most Revered Woman teaches all young men before they are matched. Your bride is being taught about Her own body by the Revered Women. She will be ready help guide you as well, but men need practice with a Woman's body. You are doing well, better than most." And She giggled, "If you continue to progress I may simply get to enjoy being with you for the last few nights before the Ceremony of the New Sun." And She giggled again. 

He saw that maybe She was truly pleased with him. The vulnerability of Her giggle and the admission that She might enjoy simply being with him this way was amazing. Was this kind of connection with a woman normal for a matched man? His mind turned to Amma again. Was She preparing Her body for him? Would they connect like this on the Night of the new Sun? He fell asleep with Amma and Shamar dancing in his head.



The Sacred Tunnel Pt. 02



Part 2

Dublin: present day

At dinner, Ida told Craig some about the meeting with Professor Sherridan, although not the discussion of her other idea. Throughout dinner and the evening, her mind kept returning to the sexuality of a Woman centered culture. She imagined that somehow the men would learn to be better lovers, but how? A class? Lessons. She giggled at that thought, imagining a hut full of young men being shown a crude drawing of a woman's vagina and a woman intoning, "You must put your tongue here and slowly...." 

She giggled so loud at the thought that Craig asked, "What's so funny?"

Stammering a quick non-committal reply, she tried to hide her blush. As she continued to think about it, she realized that somehow the women must tell the men what they need. Whether there was some Top Woman who explained it all to the men, or whether each Woman was in charge of Her own man was not that important. And She wondered if She could take charge in bed and teach Craig what She needed. Imagining a society where this was the norm made Her feel powerful and strong. Maybe it was just that She was excited about Her career, or maybe this line of thought was empowering. She didn't know, but She decided She would take charge tonight.

They began to get ready for bed. Craig was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. She grabbed the space heater and turned it up high, warming the cold room and then removed Her clothing and slipped into Her soft silk pajama top. Her bare bottom barely covered by the material, and Her breasts free inside it, She sat in the middle of the bed mentally preparing Her speech. Craig came out of the bathroom, stripping off his shirt. He tossed it into the hamper and turned, catching Her sitting on the bed. He could clearly see that she was dressed provocatively, and he smiled and growled as he moved toward the bed and Her. Ida giggled at his growl, She did sometimes like the "he-man" growl he used, but She put up Her hand and in Her best command voice said "We need to talk." 

It didn't come out the way She wanted, and his reaction was certainly not what She had hoped as his face fell and his brow furrowed in puzzlement. 

"You're not dressed like you want to talk," he said, with just enough of an edge that she knew he was already on the defensive and worried. 

Crap, why was this so hard? Maybe there was no way men could just listen. She took a deep breath and with all Her love for him in Her voice She said, "Craig, I love you so much, and I like being intimate with you..." 

He cut Her off and said, with some puzzlement, "Like?!? You only like it?" 

Wow, She thought, he picked that up well; maybe there was hope. She realized though that communication was important. "That's right Craig, it's...well, it's kind of disappointing for me, but I don't think it should be. I think we can do better. I think you can do better. And I think I can show and tell you better what I need." The stunned look on his face was difficult to figure out. 

He didn't seem mad, or at least not totally. Hurt certainly, She knew that no man liked his sexual prowess questioned. Craig slumped into a chair in the corner, and held his head in his hands for a moment. When he looked back up at Her the puzzled face had given way a combination of fear and sorrow. My God, she thought, this was not going well. 

"I'm sorry," he croaked. "I...I guess I kind of know what you mean, but ... you usually cum right?" 

While She didn't want to shatter the boyish hope in his voice, She had decided that She needed to be honest and then they could move forward. "Not often." His face fell so hard she thought she heard it hit the floor. He just stared at Her. He got up and went into the bathroom and then came out. He was confused and puzzled and clearly worried.

"Craig, look at me." Her voice was not commanding, yet it had a soft power She had never felt before, as though something deep inside Her had been triggered. Craig responded to Her in a way She had never seen. "Craig, we love each other, I want us to be better, to make love in ways that are Magical and Sacred." Sacred? Where had that come from? It had just slipped out. "I want us to experience all that sex has to offer and I need you to work with me, collaborate with me, to be my partner in our sex life." Wow, these words were powerful even to Her. 

And then some kind of understanding began to dawn in Craig's face and he whispered two of the most beautiful words She had ever heard, "Teach me..."

Ida felt her heart pounding and Her sex tingled and swelled with excitement as Her mind played over all the things She wanted to teach Craig. She felt somehow in more control than ever. "Take off your clothes and come lie here beside me." Her voice was commanding, but with a softness and love that was reassuring to Craig. He slowly removed his clothes, his cock becoming hard even in the cool night air. She loved looking at him when he was hard. His cock stood out at an angle from his narrow hips and the head, purple with desire, throbbed just slightly under her gaze. Ida patted the bed next to her, further inviting him, and Craig crawled onto the bed. Ida gently maneuvered him until he was lying on his back, and then She leaned over him and began to kiss him, slowly, gently at first, but with growing passion. Perhaps automatically, his hands wrapped around Her waist and began to caress Her hips and ass. 

She broke the kiss and looking into his eyes whispered, "I want you to lie next to me and just watch." Craig got a somewhat puzzled look on his face, but nodded his assent.

Ida slowly removed the silky top revealing Her full breasts and already hardening nipples. She lay back, next to Craig, but not touching him. Slowly Her fingers began to caress Her breasts. Ida let Her fingers play around the edge of Her sensitive areolas for a few moments, while Her nipples hardened in arousal and expectation. Finally, when She could stand it no longer She let Her fingers, one by one, brush against the Her nipples. 

She glanced over at Craig, who was watching Her and softly whispered, "I want you to gently tease and tickle my breasts like this..." Her voice trailing off and then, almost inaudibly "please..." 

As Craig's fingers began to softly stroke Her breasts, a shudder moved up and down Her spine, involuntarily she moaned softly. Craig started to slide toward Her but Ida gently stopped him. "Just touch me," she intoned. 

As Craig continued his attention to Ida's breasts, She let Her hands slide down Her sides, over Her hips and down the outside of Her thighs. Slowly She spread Her legs open and let Her hands slide first to the inside of Her thighs, and then up to just gently stroke at the edges of Her slightly swollen pussy. "Watch me," Her hoarse whisper betraying Her arousal as Her fingers began to dance and play. She let one finger slide up and down Her glistening slit. She could feel Her lips swelling and opening, and she let a finger from Her other hand start to tease at the entrance to Her tunnel. 

Ida glanced at Craig's face and was pleased to see his eyes riveted to Her display. His fingers continued to stroke and tease Her nipples, but She needed more. Leaving one hand to continue its attention to Her slit, Ida brought her other hand up and gently cupped one breast. Her fingers found Her hard nipple and began to pinch and tug, gently, but firmly. Craig moaned his approval and Ida caught his eye, wordlessly She indicated that he was to try the same. Letting Her hand slide down her side to rejoin the attention at her pussy, She watched as Craig's hand and fingers mimicked Her. His strong fingers pinching Her erect nipple sent electric shocks through Her system. One finger found her sensitive nib and began to gently swirl around it. Ida gasped as Craig gently tugged at Her nipple. 

"Touch me..." She gasped and nodded down at Her sex. Craig let his fingers slide down her body as he lay next to Her. His head, now bent slightly to see Her spread out before him, came to rest against Her shoulder. She made room for his fingers to take over stroking Her sensitive nib, but continued the petting of Her swollen lips. Gently, She took hold of his wrist and showed him the pressure and speed She needed. As he found the rhythm She so desperately wanted, She used her free hand to cup Her breast and feed it to Craig's lips. Ida gasped as Craig sucked Her sensitive nipple into his mouth. She could feel Her orgasm rising and She let it wash over Her. Ida's hips bucked once, then again. Grabbing Craig's hand She pushed his fingers into Her now wet tunnel and the grinding of Her hips began to fuck them. 

"Oh God Yes, " She gasped and exploded. Craig's ragged breath in Her ear and his rock hard cock gave away his intense arousal. Ida rolled over and in one swift movement mounted Craig. As his cock sank deep into Her hole, Ida saw waves of pleasure crossing his face. She felt so full, and sitting up on him, began to grind and thrust against the hard intruder. The satisfaction of Her first orgasm had only left Her wanting to be filled and Ida's thrusts soon gave way to another orgasm rocking through Her hips. She felt Craig grab at Her and heard his teeth-clenching groan as he exploded into Her almost simultaneously. 

As they fell into each other's arms,and began to snuggle under the blankets, Craig broke the silence. "Was that better?" The slight chuckle in his voice suggested that he thought he knew the answer. 

Ida propped herself up onto her elbow and looked into his eyes. "I need to feel like that more often. I want your fingers and your mouth and your cock..." She paused. She wasn't a prude, but somehow that word wasn't right. She'd have to think about it. She continued "...to focus on me. To take the time and the effort to satisfy me. I know you can." Craig was slightly taken aback, but then nodded his head. They curled into each other's arms and fell into a deeply satisfied slumber.

The next morning Ida woke to Craig's hands gently caressing Her back. It felt good and She let him know with a mewling moan. She turned Her head and found him watching Her. "That was fun last night," he sighed with a slightly wicked smile. "Is there another lesson this morning?" 

Ida giggled and felt a tingling in her erogenous zones. "Well..." she hesitated. Craig's face was surprisingly encouraging and eager and last night's activities had left Her in something of a state of arousal. She began to think about what She really wanted. It wasn't like She had a lesson plan mapped out. "Well," Ida began again and flushed slightly, this was more difficult than She thought. "I want you to eat me." The words tumbled out of her mouth quietly and part of Her wanted to hide in the pillow. But, there was another part of Her that was cheering. As She expected, Craig's face clouded slightly. Not with revulsion or anything, just with uncertainty and perhaps a little fear. While he had never rejected the idea before, he had never volunteered and Ida had always been too shy to ask it. 

"You'll guide me again?" Craig asked, a little unsure. Ida flushed, both with a little embarrassment and with arousal at the implicit acceptance, and nodded an enthusiastic affirmative. 

Rolling onto Her side, Ida gently cupped his head and brought his lips to Hers their tongues swirling and dancing as they meet. His hands slid over her gentle curves as their kiss became more and more passionate. Ida guided his face to her breasts as rolled onto her back and Craig began to lick and suck at Her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Ida guided his mouth from nipple to nipple, losing Herself in the pleasure of his tongue. The attention Craig paid to Her nipples was amazing, but soon Ida wanted him to move down. Ida gently guided him until his face was between her bent legs. Craig, rather clumsily, began to lick at Her pussy. 

"Wait," she said breathlessly and Craig looked up at Her. "Watch," She simply said and let her fingers begin to point to the places She needed. First on the edge of Her slightly swelling lips. Craig's tongue dutifully followed Her finger as it traced all around the edge. Sliding and teasing, lightly and slowly. She felt Herself becoming more aroused, wet and Her lips spreading wider. She then pointed at Her sensitive nib and commanded, "Lick and suck right here." Craig caught on fast as his tongue swirled and teased Her clit. Soon his lips covered Hers and he sucked at Her while his tongue continued its attention. While he wasn't perfect, Ida was soon lost in the thrill and felt her orgasm rising quickly. She began to moan and then, wrapping Her legs around him, She exploded. Her hips bucked at his face and Her hands grasped his head pushing him against Her pussy as She arched her back. 

Her orgasm hit Her powerfully, sending waves of pleasure through Her spine. She pulled at Craig's head and as he looked up Ida demanded, "Take me, deep and hard now." 

Craig almost leapt up and soon was buried deep in Her pussy, thrusting and pumping himself against Her. As he thrust deeply, another orgasm rocked through Ida's body. Craig exploded into her, and then they collapsed, panting, onto the bed. 

Bru Na Boinne: 3000BCE

Croag and Shamar woke to a cold crisp morning, the sun providing less heat each day. "Today, you need to begin preparing a lodge for the New Revered Woman," Shamar announced as they began to dress. Croag was pleased. His mind immediately began to think of Amma and how he wanted to please Her with the lodge they would share. "I know you will make it a beautiful place to share with Her," Shamar broke his reverie. 

He hoped so much that the New Revered Woman would be Amma, but doubt and fear began to invade his mind. 

It must have shown on his face, or perhaps Shamar could read his mind, "Do not fear this Croag," She said softly. "We will choose a New Revered Woman who will be a good match for you." Croag nodded, uncertain. How could they know? Maybe they could read his mind? But what if Amma does not feel this way about him? Because the rules of the tribe forbid it, he had not spoken to Amma since they were much younger. He had only watched Her from a respectable distance. Croag left, convincing himself to do his best no matter who he was partnered with. 

Croag set to his task of building a lodge to share with the New Revered Woman. He had helped older men of the tribe with theirs when they were matched to other Women and had even helped the consorts prepare their lodges for the Revered Women. As he began, many of the matched men of the tribe came by to offer their help and advice while the older unmatched boys joined in to gain knowledge. The man Croag's Mother had been matched with had passed to the other life when Croag was small. A part of Croag wished that his Mother's match was still here to share this, as other men did. Damar, who shared the same Mother as Croag's Mother, joined Croag and they began to talk. 

"You are building a fine lodge Croag," Damar began. "But, if we join these posts together here, it will stand against the winter wind better." 

Croag was grateful for the advice and they continued to work together and Croag realized that Damar was here to work with him, as Croag's Mother's match could not. At a point when they were alone, Croag burst out, "Damar, what if the New Revered Woman doesn't like me?" He couldn't even bring himself to ask specifically about Amma, though he wanted to "or what if, what if I don't like her?" 

Damar laughed. "Croag, the Revered Women have watched you grow into a Man over these years." Again, Croag was surprised at the reverence attached to the word Man here. "I have heard that they are most pleased with you as the choice of the consort to the New Revered Woman and," with a little bit of a wink and a smile, "the Most Revered Woman has been quite pleased herself lately." 

Croag turned red, realizing that sounds must travel. He was both proud and embarrassed; had they heard his failures as well? 

Damar continued, "The Revered Women know it is important that a match be a good one. They will choose someone who will be very pleased with you." Damar paused to underscore the significance, "and someone with whom you will be pleased too." 

That night Croag and Shamar undressed together, each helping the other. He felt more confident and knew how to touch Her as they slid into the bed together. He pulled Her against him, kissing Her deeply and She responded enthusiastically to him. His fingers and hands caressed Her hips, Her back and Her breasts and teased at her hardening nipples. 

Shamar moaned her pleasure in his ear, "Yes, Croag, touch me" and his hand slid down until he found Her damp slit. As he had learned before, his fingers slid slowly around the entrance to her Sacred Tunnel, waiting for it to open for him. His head bent to her nipple and his lips began to tease and suck at it, while his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin. Shamar moaned and he felt Her arousal grow, as his Manhood throbbed with his own arousal. As Her slit opened and became damp under his fingers, She spread her legs wider and Her hands began to insist that his face move lower. 

"Lick me, Croag," Shamar's hoarse voice betraying Her arousal. Croag found himself between Her legs, his lips only inches from Her Sacred Tunnel. Her finger appeared and he let his tongue be guided by it. Her taste was new and strange, yet amazingly arousing to him. Finally, his tongue began to lick and swirl at Her nib, like his finger had the night before. He pushed his lips against Her swollen lips and sensing what must feel good, he began to lick and suck at Her. Shamar's legs curled around his broad back and 

Her fingers entwined his hair as she moaned, "Oh Croag, yes!" Her hips began to buck and Her hands pushed him against Her. Almost without thinking about it, Croag slid one finger into Her Sacred Tunnel and began to twist and pulse at the swelling flesh in there as She had taught him earlier. Shamar gasped "Croag" and then Her hips bucked and they were both lost in her explosion.

Croag felt Shamar's muscles begin to relax and he looked up at Her face. She guided him as he crawled onto Her and then groaned, "Enter me, now, please." Croag slid his Manhood into her wet Sacred Tunnel. He propped himself up on his arms and looked down into Shamar's lust filled face. He felt powerful as he thrust himself deep into Her. She met his thrusts with her own, and their bodies slapped together. He was proud that he and his Manhood could please Her. Shamar wrapped Her legs around him again and Her fingers grasped and raked at his broad back. Her hips bucked into him and Her back arched as she groaned out "fill me." As Her body shuddered with another orgasm, Croag's body responded with his own and he could feel his seed filling Her Tunnel. 

The M1 North of Dublin: present day

Ida sat in the passenger seat, letting Craig drive the car as they left Dublin and began the journey to Newgrange along the M1. It was a cold and grey day with heavy overcast clouds and Ida worried that her time and effort would be spoiled by bad weather. They were to get access to the Tomb starting late the next day, but she wanted to get set up in The hotel and move her equipment to the area during the day tomorrow so that she could make the most of her access time. Thinking about weather and all that could go wrong was making her mood almost as dark as the heavy clouds rolling across Ireland, and she shook her head to try to physically stop worrying.

Craig was quiet in the driver's seat and She looked over at him. He had not shaved in a few days, and She giggled to herself that this was because they had spent more time in bed. After the first night of instruction, Craig had said how amazing and exciting it had made him feel when She came so hard for him. He sheepishly admitted that clearly something had been lacking and he was thrilled that She had finally given him some guidance. For the last few nights and many mornings -- hence the unshaven Craig -- they had together explored Her body and his. She was thrilled with how quickly Craig had learned, once She took the time to teach him. She was surprised at Craig's comment that it made him feel powerful, because taking charge of Her sex life had made Her feel powerful too. It was more than just the wonderful glow of sexual satisfaction. It was the knowing that She could have what She wanted in the bedroom, without apology. 




The Sacred Tunnel Pt. 02



The other morning She had woken up and looked over at Craig sleeping next to Her. His cock was hard with "morning wood" and a devious smile had formed on Her lips. Gently rolling him onto his back, She had mounted him before he could quite wake up. As the veil of sleep slowly slipped away, his eyes and brain began to register that he was being fucked by his wife. It thrilled and further aroused Idad, to watch his dawning realization reflected in his face. . As first he seemed confused, almost annoyed. But She was thrilled at the feeling of his cock filling Her and the position of control She found in the situation. She took him exactly how She wanted it. Slow at first as he was just waking, and then with a pounding fury as his eyes widened to the situation. 

Ida was staring at Craig's face and realized that Her reminiscence of Her fucking him was exciting Her. Craig must have realized as he shot Her a devious smile and a wink. Ida felt herself flush at being caught in a fantasy. Her mind began to turn over the events of the last few weeks. What if, as She posited, the women of some Ancient tribe were in a position like She was. What if the Women decided about sex? What if they taught their men how important it was and were deeply involved in the sexual choices of the tribe. Ida began to imagine a Senior Woman, like some kind of High Priestess, who made these decisions. How would She make sure that men were taught how to please Women? Ida began to have a fantasy about how this Powerful Woman would teach all the young men of the tribe how to have sex. She almost giggled out loud at the thought -- brings new meaning to "Mrs. Robinson." 

The young men, She snorted, would love it: "yeah baby teach me! I need more lessons" and "hot for teacher" came to mind. But would the other Women of the tribe mind that each man slept with this High Priestess first? She began to imagine herself as a Woman in this tribe. Where men did not decide whom they slept with but Women did. It made Ida feel Powerful and She looked at Craig with new desire. 

Ida began to imagine a society where Women played a more dominant role in sex. She had loved the feeling of being on top the other morning. Of riding Craig so hard and She imagined a world where this was the preferred position. Where men were subservient, at least, in the bedroom. As Her mind began to turn these ideas over, Ida's fingers began to gently stroke Her chest through Her shirt. 

Craig moaned as he saw Her and, with his voice low and husky with desire, he whispered, "I want to take you so hard and so deep." The words penetrated Ida's entire body and She shuddered at the effect they had on Her. And then Her mind reeled. Her fantasies had been very female dominant but She realized She didn't want a man who was dominated. She simply wanted a man who was Her equal and who would pay attention to pleasing Her. 

Ida looked at Craig and smiled a wicked smile. "And how would you take me?" Teasing him by continuing to let Her fingers stroke Her breasts. 

Craig looked at Her, a smile crossing his face, "You'll just have to wait and see." His smile, coupled with the bulge in his jeans, told Ida that he had his fantasies too.

Teasing and taunting each other, flirting like they hadn't since the earliest days of their courtship, the remaining miles to the hotel went by quickly. Arriving shortly before teatime, they were almost crazy with desire. As they checked into the B&B, Ida was sure the older woman could tell that they were so horny. The wry smile and the clever double entendres let Ida know that hostess knew what was going on and approved.

Craig carried their two duffle bags up the stairs and let Ida open the door to their en-suite room. As She walked through the door, Craig followed Her close behind kicking the door closed with his foot. Before Ida could even quite turn around, She heard the duffle bags hit the floor and his hands were grasping Her waist, spinning Her as he pulled Her into his kiss. Ida could feel Her arousal as his strong arms embraced Her and his lips pressed passionately into Hers. She moaned against him and allowed him to take charge. His excitement and passion, having built through the drive, was palpable.

Craig quickly pulled Her sweater up over Her head, breaking their kiss and forcing Her arms up. One hand tossing the sweater aside, Craig grabbed Her wrists, holding them above Her head as he pushed against Her, kissing Her deeply. The feeling of his passion and strength excited Her. His other hand slowly slid down Her side, his fingers teasing and tickling at the edge of Her breasts. She moaned Her pleasure as his arm wrapped around Her waist and he pulled Her against the bulge in his jeans. Dropping Her hands, Craig knelt before Her, his fingers grabbing the waistband of Her jeans. He deftly unbuttoned them and, as She wiggled Her hips and helped a little, he pushed them to the floor. As with Her arms, he slowly, teasingly slid his fingers up the outside of Her legs. When his hands reached the edge of Her panties, he began to trace where the fabric met Her skin, teasing and exploring. Ida moaned; She could feel Her panties becoming moist. 

Craig stood and resumed the kiss, pressing Her nearly naked body against his. She loved the feeling as Her fingers slid through his hair and his hands wandered over mostly bare skin. His wandering fingers found the clasp in the back and Her bra sprung free, held against Her now tingling nipples only by their bodies pressed together. Running his fingers from just below the edge of Her panties, up Her spine and into Her hair, She gasped with spine tingling sensations. 

Stepping out of Her jeans and shoes, Ida moved back for just a moment. It was now Her turn and She grasped the hem of Craig's sweater and pulled it up. They tossed it onto the growing pile of clothing and Craig quickly dropped his jeans onto the pile as well. Grabbing Her, almost forcefully, Craig took Her to the waiting bed, Her bra dropping off with a shrug. Laying Her on Her back, Craig resumed his deep kisses; his tongue swirling and teasing as She reciprocating in kind. Just as She was about to push his head toward Her aching nipples, his kisses began to find Her neck and then Her chest. 

Ida moaned with desire and longing as Craig began to tease and taunt Her erect nipples with brushing kisses and flicks of his tongue. She wanted him to just engulf them, and yet the teasing was sweet pleasure. Craig licked and teased back and forth, his hands cupping them from the side as his tongue swirled and licked Her. Finally, when She could almost stand it no longer, his mouth closed over Her nipple. Gasping for breath, Her fingers entwined his hair and She pushed him against Her chest as Her back arched. The wave of pleasure coursing over Her was almost as powerful as an orgasm. "God yes, suck them," Her whispering moan breaking the silence.

She could feel Craig's cock, throbbing, as he pushed it against Her leg. She could see the pleasure on his face as he sucked first at one, then the other, of Her nipples. Again, as though Craig could almost sense what She needed, he began to move slowly down Her torso, kissing, nibbling and licking as he moved. He paused for a moment and She could feel his warm breath washing over Her belly button, followed by his tongue darting into it, almost as if he were eating Her pussy. She half gasped and half giggled as the tickling erotic sensation surprised Her. 

And then Craig moved between Her legs. He rose onto his knees and reached under Her, grasping the back waistband of Her damp panties. He began to pull them down. Drawing Her legs together in front of him, he slid the panties down until they too joined the strewn clothing. Craig grasped Her legs at the knees and pushed them apart and up, opening Her to his gaze. Ida was amazed to see the sexual hunger and desire in his eyes as he took a moment and simply gazed upon Her swelling and wet lips. Leaning forward, pushing Her legs further apart, his mouth closed against Her lips and Ida bucked involuntarily against the deep kiss he planted on Her sex. And then, he paused for a moment. Ida's mind reeled; She needed his tongue there and yet wanted him to simply give it. Just as She began to slide Her hands down Her sides to grasp his head, his tongue made contact, almost rimming her tight little ass She gasped at the naughty sensation. She moaned as his tongue slowly slide up the edge of her out lips, teasingly close to her clit, and yet leaving her straining and wanting more. Again, his tongue disappeared, but this time she had to wait less when it again found its way almost to her ass. The idea of his tongue back there almost appalled her, and yet the sensation and the naughtiness of the moment excited her. Again Craig followed a slow and teasing pace up the edge of her pussy.

Ida could feel Her pussy lips swollen with arousal and open with desire. Craig continued his teasing approach, his tongue exploring and delving into Her sex. Again, almost when she could wait no longer, he found Her swollen nib and her back arched as the long needed pleasure of his tongue and lips sent stars to Her head. It only took a moment of licking and sucking on Her sensitive and ready clit for Her first orgasm to race through her body. Moaning, "God, Craig, yes," Ida's fingers grasped at his hair and pushed his face against Her pulsing pussy.

As Her orgasm began to subside, Craig rose until he was kneeling between Her legs. His hands were still grasping Her knees, opening Her to him. Somehow, his briefs had been pushed down to his knees and his member stood out, pulsing with desire. Craig moved quickly and his cock was at the entrance to Her wet tunnel pushing deep into Her before the aftershocks of Her orgasm had completely subsided. As he entered Her a wave of pleasure, emanating in circles from Her tunnel, washed over Her, a mini-orgasm. As Craig thrust deeper into Her, She could feel another orgasm rising quickly. And then Craig pulled out and began to move to a kneeling position. She almost cried at the sudden loss. 

Forcefully, his hands grabbed her legs and began to roll Her over as he growled, "I want you from behind." 

She felt more than heard his low deep growl, layered with desire, deep in the pit of her stomach. Scrambling to roll over, Ida raised to Her knees and, with Her head on the mattress, thrust Her ass up toward him. Craig didn't waste time and re-entered Her swiftly, their bodies coming together in a powerful smack of skin. Craig grabbed Her hips and began to thrust furiously. She could tell, by the glimpses of his face She could catch, that he was close and was trying to hold back. The view of him pounding into Her and the desire She could hear in his moans sent Her over the edge. Her orgasm took over and Her hips bucked against him. 

The slap-slap of their bodies coming together and she cried, "GOD! Yes! Take me." Craig exploded, groaning out his powerful orgasm.

They collapsed, breathless, onto the bed, moving to curl into each other's arms. Craig, breathless, said, "Oh...that was...wow...god yes..." and then paused. "I hope it was OK for you, I know..." Pausing again. "I know that I'm supposed to pay more attention to your pleasure, but I just wanted you that way." 

Ida rolled him to his back and kissed him deeply. "That was fantastic, you did pay attention. I don't want it that way every time, I want a variety, I just need you to be in tune with me..." And with a conspiratorial smile, added, "And you seemed to be just fine today." 

They lay there, catching their breath for another minute, reveling in the after-glow. Then Craig broke the silence. "Can I ask you a question, about our sex life?" 

Ida giggled, "Sure, anything" as she curled a little closer. 

"Can I still get a blow job now and again?" 

She almost laughed out loud, the look of earnest desire and true concern on his face was hilarious. Biting her lower lip to keep from laughing and feigning how much thought she was giving this, "Well, I suppose that might be possible." She paused for effect. "If you are a good boy for me often enough." She winked with a wicked smile and they both burst into laughter, Craig with just a little bit of honest to god relief!

Bru Na Boinne: 3000BCE

The last few days had been a whirlwind of activity. The time of the New Sun was almost upon them and the tribe was all working overtime in preparation. Croag most of all, preparing his lodge as well as all the other work. In fact, it had cut into the practice he was supposed to be getting with Shamar. As Croag made his way back to Shamar's lodge for the night, his thoughts ran to the amazing new world of pleasure Shamar had introduced to him. He imagined Amma, Her lithe body squirming under His practiced touch. What would it feel like to slide His hands up and down Her smooth soft skin? How would She taste? What would She feel like as He slipped himself into Her Sacred Tunnel? Croag could feel His member stiffening and He hoped that tonight Shamar would have another lesson for him. It had been a few days since the last lesson; they were all so busy and tired. He was slightly worried he wouldn't be ready without more practice but mostly he missed the excitement and the release. He entered Shamar's lodge, almost as if it were his own. None of the first day jitters were left. Shamar had Her back to Croag and was bent at the waist, tending to Her fire. Her womanly hips made his member throb and he crossed the distance quickly.

Slipping his arms around Her waist, Croag pulled Her toward him. He felt more than heard the low moan that escaped Her throat as his body pressed against Hers. His lips found the soft crease of Her neck and he began to kiss Her, inhaling Her scent. His hands began to roam Her figure and He felt Her press back against His throbbing member. His mind was nearly blank except with desire, flashes of Amma raced through His mind, as He imagined Her with him. His fingers finding Her breasts, he caressed and teased them through the soft fabric of Her tunic. Her hands lifted the tunic up and over Her body, breaking their embrace. His hands, without pause, sought Her bare nipples, His fingers gently pinching them, as His mouth found Her neck and ears. She moaned with a tone He had never heard, almost relief. 

In a corner of His passion filled mind, Croag had expected Her to take charge and lead him to Her bed. Only registering in the edge of His conscience, He realized Shamar was allowing Him to guide Her. He would have become uncertain, but the desire in His loins and the thoughts of Amma's body overcame any doubt He might have harbored. He grabbed Her, lifting Her into His arms and carried Her the three steps to the bed, placing Her on Her back looking up at Him. Croag practically ripped His clothing from His body, releasing His throbbing member. Kneeling between Her legs, Croag began to lick at Shamar's tunnel. He began slowly, licking first one edge and then the other, His tongue lightly brushing Her nib each time. His hands grasped Her firm ass, feeding Her to His mouth. Shamar moaned loudly when His tongue began to swirl around her nib. He let His lips begin to tease and suck at Her, Her sweet musky scent filling His nose as Her arousal built. 

It seemed to Croag like only seconds had passed when Shamar's hands grabbed His head, pushing Him against Her as She bucked and moaned with Her climax. Croag could hardly contain Himself any longer. His mind was no longer focused upon Shamar or Her needs. Her scent and Her moans had driven Him crazy with desire. Almost in a daze He stood at the edge of the bed, his throbbing member dripping with his seed. He had seen animals join and His mind went to that position. He didn't even wonder what She would think: He just wanted to grab Her and plunge Himself into Her Sacred Tunnel. His strong hands gripped Her hips and moved Her so that She was on all fours, Her ass thrust at Him. He entered her tunnel in one swift move and began to thrust hard and fast. Their bodies slapping together, He sensed Her pushing back, meeting His rhythm. She grunted and moaned and pounded back at Him until they both exploded.

As their orgasms subsided and Croag began to withdraw from Her, his mind cleared some. And in rushed doubt. What had he done? Was this allowed? Had he overstepped the rules? For a man to take charge of a Woman like that surely violated all the laws of the Tribe. Would She denounce him? Banish him? Would he lose Amma? He was almost terrified at these thoughts and began to step back, away from Shamar. 

Shamar rolled over onto Her back and looked up at him. The satisfied smile on Her face slightly reassured him, and then as She saw his face, She looked startled and worried. "Oh, Croag, relax, come here," she beckoned. Croag carefully slid next to Her on the bed. 

"I'm...I'm sorry," He stammered, "I just...I...." Shamar stifled Her laugh and put Her arms around him. 

"Croag, you have reached a level that few Men master until well after they are matched. Women sometimes enjoy being taken like that, letting the strength and physical power of a Man overwhelm them. And you did that." She paused and sighed for effect. "Wonderfully. Matched Men and Women grow to learn what pleases each other together. You will do well with A...." she cut herself off and stammered. " With whomever your match may be." 

Bru Na Boinne: present day

Ida stood at the gate to the compound staring at the white face of the ancient Passage Tomb. Excitement ran down her spine as she imagined ancient people preparing for their Winter Solstice rituals in the cold dark days. What might their celebrations and traditions have been like? Surely they involved fire, festivals of light around this time are as widespread as people. How would the monument have figured in the celebration? To her the mound and its tunnel and womb-like interior screamed "vagina." The fact that the sun on solstice morning would stream through the tunnel and reach the back wall of the small central (and only) room was like penetrating a woman deeply. It was an act of fertilization. It was originally thought the monument was a tomb but since few, if any remains and none from the right period were found when the monument was excavated, that seems like an unsupported hypothesis. Most archaeologists assumed that some of the tribe, most likely the priest class, were inside the mound on the morning of the solstice to witness the event. What if the priest was female? What if it was part of some kind of fertility rite? Her mind spun with possibilities and hypothesis.

The guard, an older woman, approached Ida and Craig. "Failte' , you must be Ida?" 

"Why yes!" The guard was friendly and glad to see them. "I know we're early, that we don't actually get access to the tomb until after 5pm, but I was hoping to move my equipment part of the way?" Ida asked, hoping that some rules could be bent for her. 

The guard laughed kindly, "Oh, lass, just move it all in, we'll have maybe 10 people here today, and we can work around you as long as you're willing to work around us." 

Ida sighed with relief. She was so nervous about this project, and distracted both by her "secret" project and her "sex" project with Craig. 

Ida and Craig began to move the equipment up the steep slope and into the passage. They had to stoop and work together to get the equipment into the chamber of the monument, as the passage was tight, at least near the opening. Ida chuckled, almost like the hymen of a maiden. It took longer than Ida had hoped to move her equipment and the cloudy sky was darkening as they moved the last few items into the back of the mound. Ida stood with Craig near the entrance and sighed in frustration at the weather. The thick clouds and heavy air told her that there would be no viewing of celestial objects that night. Yet, still, she wanted the practice of setting up and managing the software.




The Sacred Tunnel Pt. 02



"Um," Craig's voice was hesitant "Do we just give up for tonight, given the weather?" 

Ida turned and sharply responded, "No, we don't just give up! I want to set up and run through, the weather might clear, you lab science..." and then she stopped. Craig's hands were already up in defense and the hurt look on his face stabbed her in the gut. "I'm...I'm sorry...I'm just tense...thank you, thank you for you help," she stammered out. 

Craig drew a deep breath and then simply put his arms around her and said, "I'm sorry, poor choice of words. I'm ready to set up as soon as you are."

They moved to the main chamber and set to work as darkness descended outside. Ida had her equipment all set up and running by early evening, and she and Craig spread some blankets and sleeping bags out on the stone floor of the main room. They turned the main lights out for better viewing for the equipment, and settled in with a few glow sticks and a couple small flashlights. Craig stretched out and began to read some technical documentation for a new piece of lab equipment. Ida, though, was too excited. Here she was, in the dark, in one of the best preserved Neolithic passage monuments in the world. She looked around. In a cloverleaf or cruciform pattern, off the sides of the main room were the three side alcoves. Each one had contained a huge carved stone basin, almost large enough for a small human to take a bath. What were those used for? There was no way they housed a fire, as the room was too small and would fill with smoke. They must have somehow been ceremonial, most thought. Ida wondered what had gone on in this sacred place on nights like this thousands of years ago.

Craig fell asleep first, his soft snoring comforting in the dark cold chamber. Ida hoped to stay up all night, watching for any break in the clouds to calibrate her equipment, but soon her eyes felt heavy and she fell into a deep sleep and began to dream. 

The eerie light of tallow candles lit the chamber. The soft fur of animal skins felt delicious against her skin as she sat, lightly clothed in the warm chamber. The rocks, heated in the tribe's massive fires and piled in the three stone cauldrons of the alcoves gave off a sauna-like warmth. The other Women, sitting around her, were smiling and talking, and she found herself holding a stone replica of a large penis. "We have taught you about your body and we have taught your consort about your body." 

Giggles and laughter that would not have been out of place in a modern college setting broke out among the other Women, the older Woman who had been speaking fought to suppress Her own as She tried to shoot withering glances to those around Her. "The time of the New Sun is approaching and we have one last lesson for you. You must know some things about his body too." 

The dream faded in and out as the Woman talked about the sensitive parts of a man's body: his nipples, his testicles and especially the head and shaft of his penis. "He will be nervous and his sense of arousal will be high; you need to relax him so that he can focus on you as the night progresses. You must use your mouth and hands. Try it now, on the model." 

Her hands brought the phallic stone to her mouth; it was smooth and polished and slid easily between her lips. She let her tongue slide up and down the lifelike ridge on the underside as her lips sucked the edge of the cap. The other Women were encouraging and praising her ability and she was becoming aroused at the thought of taking her man into her mouth. 

Ida woke and felt disappointment at being pulled from the dream; it had seemed so real, like She was really there. And She was so aroused, how amazing it had felt, and how much She wanted to be that Woman. Craig was asleep beside Her, now lying on his back and Ida wanted him in Her mouth. She moved, quietly, trying not to wake him and slowly undid the buttons on his jeans. As She found his semi-erect cock in his boxers, he began to stir and sit up. "What?" 

Ida gently pushed him down as Her lips closed over his growing member. Remembering the instructions of the women, She let her tongue trace the underside of his cock and then closed Her lips again over the head. Craig groaned as She slowly sucked him deeper into Her mouth. She could feel his pulse throbbing, quicker and quicker, as his arousal grew. She could feel the cock growing firmer in Her mouth. With one hand She grasped the base of his cock and fed it to Herself, again and again. Her tongue licking it like a popsicle and then Her lips engulfing it like a sucker. Her other hand found his balls and She began to lightly scratch and tease them. Craig's groans grew louder and louder and echoed off the stones in the chamber. As Her mouth descended onto Craig's shaft, Ida felt his balls tighten and his hands grab her head, gently, but firmly. 

"God yes," he groaned and his cock erupted into her mouth and throat. Ida worked to swallow and not gag, She was not particularly experienced at this and usually didn't swallow, but somehow it seemed right. 

Ida licked Craig's shaft clean and then looked up at him and smiled. Craig beamed back at Her and sighed "that was...amazing." 

She giggled, "I'd say 'that's for helping me' but it wouldn't be true. I just wanted to...to taste you...and to please you." 

They cuddled up and soon Craig fell back asleep. Ida's mind was still mulling over the dream. It seemed so real and explained so much. She knew a phallic shaped stone had been found in the tunnel and now She felt as though She had held it in Her hand and Her mouth. They taught the men and the women. Ida fell into a fitful sleep, the dream and its implications playing in her head.

Bru Na Boinne: 3000 BCE

Croag woke alone for the first time since he had moved in with Shamar. It was early, well before the late winter dawn and while he was worried, he knew that this time of year She had many duties. Croag sensed he had somehow passed a test he didn't even know he was taking, not like his earlier tests of manhood, seeking the white stone or surviving alone for a moon cycle, where he knew when and where they would occur and he could prepare for them. Croag rose slowly, wondering if Shamar's absence meant that the time of the New Sun would begin. He had mixed feelings about it. Part of him wanted so desperately to match with Amma and he couldn't wait until the festival. But he was scared. What if it wasn't Amma? Sure, many had now let something slip and he was reassured, but he hadn't seen Amma in days, and so he really didn't know. And, a small part of him was growing comfortable with Shamar and Her body. Would he learn Amma's well enough to please Her? Would their coupling be as wonderful as with Shamar? 

Croag began to imagine how Amma might feel in his arms; Her kisses upon his lips, Her nipples in his mouth. He could feel his member stiffen as he lay there, imagining Her, when his reverie was broken by Shamar's entrance to the lodge. 

"It's time to get up Croag," She announced with a chuckle. "The Consort cannot be seen shirking his duties on this most important day of the year!" Her voice was high with excitement, an excitement that was contagious. 

"Today," thought Croag, "Today I will know if it's Amma." His heart pounded with new vigor and he rose quickly. 

"Take your things to your new lodge, you will not return here ever again." And then Shamar came and stood before Croag. "You are a good Man Croag, I am pleased that you and Amma will join tonight." Croag gasped and grinned. "You know that today the Men of the tribe will prepare you for tonight's ceremony, you are not to mention the New Woman selection to them, but I know you will be less worried today. Go now, take your belongings."

Croag gathered his meager belongings and left the lodge, quickly making his way down the hill to his new lodge. He entered and there was Damar and two other Men of the tribe. 

"Well there, Croag," Damar laughed as he clapped Croag on the back welcoming him to his own lodge. "Tonight is the night and we have much work to do!" 

Damar was joyous; the festival of the New Sun was always a time of good cheer and joy. The Men helped Croag arrange his belongings, placing his bedding on the new pallet he had built - with Damar's help - the day before. One of the other Men slipped out of the Lodge and returned almost immediately with a large bundle of brand new furs. The Men burst into laughter when Croag looked at them with puzzlement. 

"You don't think we would let you and the New Woman freeze this winter, do you?" Damar laughed. "These furs are a present from the previous Consorts like me, to you. Only the Consorts know of this tradition, not even the Most Revered Woman knows." 

Croag realized, for the first time, that Damar had been a Consort when he was younger, and so too had the other Men in the Lodge. As they spread the furs around, the lodge began to warm, as did Croag.

The day was one of those that seemed to take forever as it rushed by. They worked, collecting wood and preparing the huge fires to illuminate the long night ahead. They worked, collecting rock to heat in the fire to warm the Sacred Tunnel. During the day, Croag looked, in vain, for any sign of Amma. He wanted to smile at Her, to see Her, but he knew he wouldn't. She was deep in the tunnel, preparing Herself. He wondered if Amma knew he was to be Her consort. And he wondered if She was as happy about the choice as he was. As the short day drew to close, Croag realized how hungry he was. He was glad to see many of the men and women of the tribe preparing the dinner feast.

Damar and the other Men drew Croag aside as the sun set. Taking him to Damar's lodge, they helped him wash. The lodge and water were warm, but even so the cold winter night was already descending. Croag shivered as he scrubbed the dirt and soot from his body. The other Men laughed, and he joined them, as they remembered their night and each tried to lay the claim to have washed on the coldest of years. As he finished, the Men began to present him with oils to rub on skin and in his hair. And finally, they presented him with a new tunic. 

"Croag, I knew your Father, and He would have presented this to you. He was a good Man, and you do His memory much credit." Damar's voice cracked, the same as Croag knew his own would. 

They embraced and Croag dressed in the tunic. And then they waited. More Men joined them in Damar's Lodge and he heard others outside, far from the fires. Croag knew that the Revered Women were gathering at the entrance to the Sacred Tunnel, and that Amma was being presented to the Women of the tribe. They would call the Men when it was time. His stomach growled. 

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Shamar was at the door, beckoning the Men to come forward. Croag was surrounded by the Men of the tribe. The former Consorts were closest, but all the Men surrounded him as he made his way up the steep hill toward the Sacred Tunnel. As they entered the ring of light given off by the bright fires he had helped prepare, Croag could just see, through the bodies, the ring of Women surrounding Amma. He strained and even jumped to try to catch a glimpse of her, and Damar laughed and put a hand on his shoulder. 

"Settle down Croag, it will come soon enough." Croag sighed, but still kept trying to peek around. 

And then a hush fell over the crowd as the strong loud voice of Shamar rang out through the valley. She faced toward the valley and stretched her arms out in an embrace. "Oh Great Goddess Mother Earth, we gather tonight to bring the New Sun to warm you and plant its seed deep in your Womb, so that the Earth may be born again. We ask that you send your spirit into the New Revered Woman we have chosen." 

The Revered Women cheered and shook gourds making a loud racket as Amma, dressed in a long flowing robe stepped forward out of the crowd to stand next to Shamar. Croag could see Her and She was smiling, but he thought She looked nervous. He hoped it her nerves were not because She disliked him.

As the cheering began to die, Shamar's voice broke over the crowd. Her head thrown back and Her arms stretched above her. "Oh Father Sun, you have blessed us with a shining night full of your children's light." 

Croag looked up, and realized with shock that the sky was perfectly clear. The thick white band and bright stars were beautiful and bode well for the coming year. 

"We gather tonight in preparation for the Coming of the New Sun. We ask that you send your spirit to be with the Consort and that you begin your journey to us this night, that we may revel in your warmth tomorrow" Shamar's voice carried through the valley.

The Men cheered and banged broad sticks together as they parted. Damar shoved Croag forward. 'How could I have forgotten to walk?' he thought, chagrined at his nervousness. 

As he cleared the crowd of men, his eyes met Amma's and he felt his insides flip. He was glad he hadn't eaten. Her hair was done up with fall foliage and her skin was pink and clean. Her smile as he stepped toward Her warmed his insides. His face hurt because he too was smiling so broadly. 

Amma and Croag stood on either side of Shamar, facing the entire tribe, the Revered Women in front and their Consorts standing with them. The tribe cheered again, sticks banging and gourds rattling as Shamar raised her arms and yelled, "I present Amma, the New Woman and Croag, her Honored Consort." 

The musicians of the tribe began to play and the cacophony of noise settled into a fast rhythm. The tribe began to dance with Shamar, Amma and Croag at the center of the circle. As the song progressed, Shamar drew Amma and Croag together and talking only to them, just barely audible above the noise, said, "Tonight is a beautiful night to start your lives together. I wish your lives full of love, passion, children and laughter. Take each other in your embrace and go forth from now on as partners." 

Amma opened Her arms and Croag His and they stepped together and embraced.

Amma's mouth was soft as their lips met. Croag could feel Her heart beating hard and fast as they embraced. Amma's lips parted and their kiss deepened, their tongues swirled together and Croag's head spun. Her fingers slid up the back of His neck into His hair and shivers ran down His spine. Her breasts pressed into his chest as She pulled Him against Her. His hands slowly caressed the curves He had dreamed about as they kissed for a moment that went on forever. The crowd roared at their embrace and Croag hardly noticed, the roar of his own pulse in his ears drowned out everything except Amma. His manhood rose in his tunic and Amma seemed to be aware of it, and pressed Herself against it. After what seemed like forever and yet was nowhere near long enough, their kiss ended and they looked into each other's eyes. Croag started to speak, but found no words. 

Amma giggled. "I have wanted to do that for so long, I hope my kiss was as good as your first with Shamar." 

Croag could only nod yes, but did so with such enthusiasm that Amma giggled as She let out a sigh of relief. Finally able to talk, "I ...I hope that I can please you tonight and always...I have hoped for so long to share a kiss and so much more with you." 

The crowd and the music almost drowning out their talk, but Amma's eyes sparkled and he could tell She had been as nervous as He. They relaxed into each other's arms, gently kissing and whispering as the tribe continued the dance.

As the dance ended, Shamar ushered Amma and Croag to the most honorable space in the eating area of the tribe. Although usually this seat at the top of the hill was reserved for Shamar, tonight Amma and Croag took that place. The celebration continued with a banquet of food, flowing drink and loud talk and laughter. Couples broke into dance and everyone watched Amma and Croag as they ate, held hands and looked into each other's eyes.

When all had eaten their fill, Shamar stood. Croag and Amma rose as well, and Shamar took their hands in hers. They walked together toward the Sacred Tunnel and as they reached it, Shamar turned them to face the crowd scattered over the slopes. "Goddess of earth, accept these lovers into your womb, may His seed be strong and Her Womb fertile." Shamar put one arm around each of them and said, as She guided them into the entrance, "Amma, lead Croag into the sacred tunnel. Croag, never forget this special place." 

Amma took Croag's hand and they ducked as they entered the dark tunnel. There was just a faint light deep in the tunnel and He did not know the passage at all. Amma's hand re-assured him, but now He was alone with Her and He began to realize how important this night was. Would He remember everything He was taught? His member began to stiffen again as He followed Amma deep into the mound.

They came into the main chamber He looked around. It was warm and the candles gave a soft light. The floor was covered in soft furs and the large stone basins were full of rocks warmed in the fires outside. Although he could hear the celebration continuing outside, it was faint. Croag was surprised when Amma turned and they stood facing each other just inside the main chamber. Her hands grabbed His tunic at his chest and pulled him to Her in a deep kiss. Croag felt His member stirring and His hands moved to grasp Her and pull Her closer. Croag's mind raced, what should He do first? Shamar had usually led Him. Amma grabbed His wrists and pushed His hands back to His sides. But She did not break the kiss. In fact, She stepped into Him, pushing Him against the side of the chamber, and pressing Her body against His while their tongues danced and swirled. Her hands grabbed His tunic and Amma began to undress Him. It parted in front, and Amma had it open in moments. He shrugged and the tunic dropped to the floor, leaving Croag naked. Amma put one hand in the middle of His chest and broke their kiss. Her eyes looking deep into His, She reached down with Her other hand and began to caress His now erect Manhood. Croag moaned, as the electricity of arousal coursed through His body. Again, He reached out for Her, but She gently pushed his hands away. 

Looking him right in the eye, "Croag, I have wanted this," and She gently squeezed His firm member, "for a long time." And then She knelt down in front of Him.

As Amma's lips found Croag's swollen member He groaned in surprise. Shamar had never done this with Him and even though it was already amazing, worry crept into His brain. He looked down just as Amma's tongue licked up the underside of His shaft and Her eyes looked up. She smiled a mischievous smile and then took Him into Her mouth. Waves of pleasure coursed from His member as Her mouth began to slide up and down the shaft. She guided it in and out of Her mouth with one hand wrapped around the base of His shaft. Croag slid his fingers into Her thick dark hair, His hands beginning to guide the speed and depth. He could feel His seed welling up and while a small corner of His mind wondered what to do, when Amma's fingers lightly scratched at his balls He simply exploded into Her mouth. His mind went blank except for the sensations of His pumping cock filling Amma's mouth with His seed. He felt, rather than heard, Her moan as He pumped the thick cum down Her throat. His heart pounding with pleasure, His hands pushing Her head onto His shaft, Croag growled with pleasure. As He finished, Amma gently licked his seed from around the shaft and then stood kissed Him deeply. He could taste himself on Her.

She broke the kiss and putting Her hands in His, Amma giggled and said, "Shamar told to me to tell you this: there is more than one sacred tunnel on a Woman's body and many ways a Man may get pleasure and that She only started you on the road to learning about My body." 




The Sacred Tunnel Pt. 03



Bru Na Boinne: present day

Ida and Craig left the monument and returned to the hotel for breakfast and a quick nap. The morning was grey and overcast and so the night had been a total bust. Ida's dream was still in her mind. It had been an odd dream but the subconscious works in funny ways. She was already thinking about the implications of her insight for potential research questions. The idea that the basins, something of a mystery to archeologists, were designed to let heated rocks warm the interior was an insight and she was starting to wonder how she could test that. But nagging in the corner of her mind was the dream itself. It seemed so real, how could her subconscious have invented the details? The only other explanations were totally unbelievable and made her seem crazy, she didn't even want to consider them. 

They ran a few errands in the grey morning light, including purchasing a small camp heater to warm the cold chamber where they would spend another night. By midday, the sky had begun to clear and Ida's spirits soared! 

"Oh my god, Craig, this is awesome! We may get to see the Solstice Sun from inside the monument!" She was as giddy as a child on Christmas Eve, she thought and then laughed out loud since Christmas evolved from the early Solstice rituals. 

Late in the afternoon, as the sun was setting through a crystal clear sky, Ida and Craig made their way back to the monument. The last tour group was leaving, and while they still had to reset all her equipment, it was at least already inside the monument. They set to work, and by the time the sun had set, her equipment was ready and functioning. Darkness closed around them again, but this time Ida felt giddy as she could see stars appearing. Craig curled up with a book on their bedding strewn about the floor. Ida's excitement mellowed into the mechanics of collecting data and she occupied herself, checking and rechecking Her equipment. As the night deepened, Craig began to doze, and Ida felt her eyelids growing heavy. She closed her eyes, and dozed too, Craig's warmth and light snore, a comfort in the cold winter night.

Ida woke well after midnight. Her excitement rushed over her as She recalled a vivid dream of a fire-lit banquet on the hill outside. Ida wandered out of the monument to stand at the entrance. It was a spectacular night and She looked up at millions of stars spread across infinity and felt the immensity of time and space. Who else had stood here five thousand years ago and pondered a similar sky? She began to think about how important this night could be for a Neolithic tribe scratching out a meager existence in the bend of the river. This was the depth of winter for them, the longest night of the year. She wondered what Gods they prayed to here and what did they pray for? Was it a Goddess? A Woman figure of fertility? Feeling slightly crazy, Ida spread Her arms wide and looked up into the infinite. 

"Oh Goddess of the Tunnel," She giggled, the tunnel? "Come, be with me tonight, on this. the holiest of nights." 

Her voice cracked as shivers ran down Her spine. She felt alive, excited and aroused. A myriad of emotions swept over and through Her. She spun and almost danced for a moment, before finally laughing at Herself and heading back into the monument.

Craig was lying there on the blankets and sleeping bags they had strewn around. Craig had taken off his coat and She felt a rush of love and arousal wash over Her as She looked at him sprawled on the cavern floor. Ida was contemplating tearing off his clothes and hers, when she shook her head and thought, 'Crazy. I need to check my equipment, this isn't supposed to be a romantic getaway.' 

Ida went and looked at the computer captures that were taking data from the sensitive equipment. The equipment seemed to functioning beautifully, and the data looked right. She was giddy and felt overwhelmed with emotion, and strangely, intensely, sexually aroused.

Hearing Craig stirring behind her, Ida turned and saw that He had woken. His eyes met hers and She could see, even in the dim light, He was deeply aroused. His desire fueled the sexual fire She had been fighting. She could see by the bulge in His jeans that He desired Her. "I...I had a dream," his voice deep with sexual tension, "about you and I, here." 

He didn't have to say more, She knew what the dream was about, and She remembered Her dreams. It was almost like She was watching Herself and 

She heard herself saying, "I want you, right now." 

Her fingers were fumbling with Her buttons and clothes, stripping the layers. She was swaying to the rhythm of Her heartbeat and slowly undressing. Her mind was confused and overwhelmed, this was, well, odd, and yet amazing. Craig watched as She began to undress, His one hand clumsily trying to undo His shirt, while the other was slowly stroking the bulge in His jeans.

In a moment Ida found Herself standing naked in the center of the main chamber. She beckoned to Craig and He removed his clothing. When Craig stood, completely naked, they stepped into each other's arms and began to kiss. Ida's passion was stronger than She had felt ever in Her life, it was almost like a combination of Her first experience and also like She had been deprived or separated from Craig for a long time. She pulled His naked body against Hers, feeling His cock teasing at the entrance of Her surprisingly wet pussy. She covered His mouth with Hers and grabbed the back of His head, almost violently kissing him. Craig, though, was not at all to be outdone; She could feel His passion as His hands grasped at Her ass pushing Himself against Her. They kissed deeply and Her mind went to the blowjob She had given Him the night before. She could almost taste Him and the memory of His throbbing cock in Her mouth drove Her wild with passion.

In seconds She had pulled him down to the waiting sleeping bags, and the image from Her dream, of warm animal skins on Her bare body rushed through Her mind. It was powerful, almost as if She could feel the fur brushing Her ass as She sat. Craig moved over Her and His tongue took one long slow lick up the inside of Her left breast. She threw Her head back and surrendered to His tongue as He lavished oral attention on Her breasts. Licking and sucking at Her nipples, She could feel Craig reacting to Her own arousal. Ida felt his tongue swirling around Her nipple and then the almost orgasmic pleasure as He sucked the nipple while pulling His lips off. She gasped in both pleasure and loss as Her sensitive nipple burst free of His lips, but within seconds, His lips and tongue had captured Her other hard nipple.

Ida could feel the swelling and moisture building in Her sex. Her fingers swirled through Craig's hair as He pressed Her breasts together and covered both nipples with His warm mouth. His tongue swirling in a figure eight, Ida moaned as waves of pleasure bounced back and forth and up and down Her body. Her pussy, swollen and wet, wanted attention. Almost as if Craig could hear Her thoughts, He moved down Her torso. Grasping Her knees in His hands, He opened Her legs wide, and with a devilish smile, bent His head to Her exposed sex. Even though She knew it was coming, the feeling of His tongue sliding through Her pussy shocked Her. Her arms, Her legs, everything except Her pussy melted away and Her entire existence centered there. Her elbows collapsed and She sank back into the bedding as Her mind exploded with sexual pleasure. 

Bru Na Boinne: 3000BCE

Croag felt Amma's body convulse as He slowly drew His tongue through Her swollen wet slit. Her taste was a deep musky sweet taste, and He inhaled the scent of Her arousal deep into His body. His tongue found Her pleasure button and His lips closed around it. His tongue swirled around the nib and He sucked at it like He had sucked Her nipples moments before. Amma moaned loudly and He felt Her voice in his loins. The sound of Her pleasure was intensely arousing and He pushed Her knees a little wider and higher, as She dropped Her head and shoulders back from Her perch on Her elbows. He let the suction go and pulled His face back for a moment, and Amma whimpered at the loss. Pushing Her legs up further, Croag let His tongue reach back further and began a long slow lick up Her sodden slit. Amma's sharp intake of breath at his first touch, and then the building moan as His tongue delved through Her sex, made His member throb in renewed arousal. He let His tongue swirl around her nib at the top of the stroke, and then again closed His lips against Her sex, sucking and swirling. Amma's hips began to buck against His face. Croag sucked and licked with redoubled vigor and passion as Her moans turned into screams and Her hands pushed His face into Her sex.

Croag's member was throbbing in anticipation as Amma's overwhelming orgasm subsided. Her hands, one moment pushing Him into Her, the next were pulling Him away as She groaned. 

He wanted to plunge Himself deep into Her and moved to do that, but Amma stopped Him and said, "It is not time for that yet; we must wait for the Sun God." 

Croag could hear the disappointment in Her voice. He knew from the look in Her eyes and the intensity in Her voice that She wanted Him inside Her as much as He wanted Her. All of His fears and doubts were washed away, not by Her words but by Her desire for Him. He groaned and nodded, knowing that this must be true, but His member throbbed. 

Husky with desire, Amma whispered, "But there is another tunnel you may use first" and Amma rolled over onto Her hands and knees. "Take me in my back tunnel, Croag, take me now." Amma's voice rising with passion as Her fingers began to tease Her wet slit. Her words shot through His body, arousing Him even more.

For a moment Croag did not know what She meant, but the view of Her full round ass being presented to Him and the hole, looking like a small rose bud, began to clarify what She was offering. He saw Amma's fingers, reach between Her legs and began to touch Her sex, delving into Her tunnel and capturing Her wetness. Croag watched as Her wet fingers reached further back and began to slowly circle and moisten Her back tunnel. 

"Fill me here," she groaned, aroused more by her own touch. Croag could hardly think; His manhood throbbed all the way into His thoughts. He grasped Her round hip in one hand, and used His other to guide Himself against Her waiting hole. He began to push and She opened for Him. He felt the ring of muscle in Her part and Amma gasped, "OH... Unh" with the fullness of Him. In a moment, He was deep inside Her and His hands grabbed Her hips. He began to thrust in and out of Her, intense pleasure coursing through Him as Her tight muscles gripped His shaft with every stroke. He could feel his seed beginning to well up inside Him.

Bru Na Boinne: present day

Ida was not entirely sure how She and Craig had gotten to this position. She was on Her knees, with her shoulders on the ground. The fingers of Her right hand were sliding up and down Her slit, and most surprisingly, Craig's cock was buried in Her ass. Craig had suggested anal once, and She had rejected it, feeling that it was dirty or somehow wrong. Yet tonight, She wanted Him there. Indeed, after She had exploded from the attention His mouth had given Her nipples and pussy, She had practically demanded it. She felt She needed to share Her body with Him completely. She had this feeling that it was almost holy. And She was enjoying it. His cock was filling a space that no one else had ever filled. Her fingers touching Herself as Craig's strong hands grasped Her hips and His groans of pleasure echoed in Her ears. She could hear His arousal building and Hers was building as well. Craig's thrusts became more forceful and He groaned louder with each one. 

His explosion was almost violent as He forced His cock deep into Her ass, His cum filling Her. Ida's fingers were furiously swirling around Her clit and Craig's loud "Oh God, Fuck, Yes" sent her over the edge. She felt Her pussy contracting and pulsing inside Her, and warm wet juice flowing over Her fingers. Her orgasm rang through Her body, including and especially the tightly stretched muscles of Her ass. 

They slowly collapsed into the bedding, and again Ida had the sensation of fur against Her naked body. Her mind swirled with the dreams, and the sex. Her desire for Craig was almost overpowering, and Her exhausted body was rebelling against Her mind's wish for more. Ida could see glimpses of the stars in the dark night sky, as She and Craig slipped into a fitful slumber, their naked bodies pressed close and wrapped in warm blankets.

Bru Na Boinne: 3000 BCE

Croag woke, His mind immediately aware of His surroundings. Amma stirred in His arms and He sighed with contented pleasure. She was sharing Her body with Him in ways Shamar had never mentioned. He leaned over and began to kiss her softly at first. Her lips parted slightly and they kissed, the soft kiss of lovers. Amma's hands began to slide up and down Croag's body and He felt Her nipples stiffen as Her breasts pressed into His chest. Her lips parted more and Her tongue began to tease and swirl with His. Croag could feel himself swelling against Her thigh as they grappled in the dark, pre-dawn morning. 

Amma's hand slid down between them and Her fingers slowly circled around His growing shaft. Her words were soft, "I need this inside me soon," She breathed into His ear. 

Croag began to kiss her neck and whispered back, "I need to be inside you" and felt Her shudder with pleasure against Him. 

Rolling Amma onto Her back, Croag took one nipple gently into His mouth. He loved the contrast of Her stiff nipples surrounded by soft skin as his tongue drew circles and eights around and across it. Amma's soft moans told Him that She too was enjoying the sensation. Slowly, He moved down Her body, as Shamar had taught Him, wanting Her pleasure to be complete. He tasted Her again, letting His tongue explore the soft and swelling folds of Her Most Sacred Tunnel. He could feel Amma's arousal building along with His, and He slid one finger into the entrance. His tongue teased and swirled around Her special spot and his finger swirled and slid in and out of Her tunnel. Amma moaned and shifted to open Herself more. Croag sensed rather than saw the pink dawn beginning, the weak light of the Winter Sun just barely penetrating the Tunnel.

Amma too sensed the dawn. "Now, Croag, plant your seed deep inside me, as Father Sun plants His Warming Seed inside Mother Earth." 

Croag moved between Amma's spread legs and slowly, gently, slid His member into Her sacred Tunnel for the first time. He felt a tight ring and paused for a moment. His eyes met Amma's as Her hands grasped His back and encouraged him to penetrate Her. Croag pushed, and Amma winced slightly as Her maidenhead broke. Slowly they began to move together, Croag resting on His elbows, their eyes locked in embrace. Croag felt Amma's legs wrap around Him and She pulled Him into Her. Their climax built slowly, like the Sun rising outside. 

Bru Na Boinne: present day

Ida looked into Craig's eyes as they rocked together in missionary position. She was overwhelmed with the need to make love with Him this morning, the passion of the night before still tingling in her body. As Her climax built, Her head swam with images and emotion; her love and passion for Craig was overwhelming. Her mind, recalling Her dreams, imprinted sensations of furs and smoke and musky scents as Her body took over, pulling Craig deeper. She felt almost holy as He thrust himself deep into Her tunnel. 

Bru Na Boinne: Solstice Moment

The Sun burst into the chamber, spilling light into a room that was nearly always dark. His body took over, His hips gyrating faster and faster. His throbbing manhood plunging deep into Her sacred tunnel with each passion engorged thrust. Her body responded in kind, back arched, hips rolling to meet His powerful thrusts. His body, aroused more than He could ever have imagined, began to pulse and throb. Their hands and arms, gripping, pulling, trying to get closer, deeper until His seed erupted deep into Her Tunnel as She grasped Him as tightly as Her muscles would allow. His throbbing manhood filling Her with His seed, she exploded into orgasm, Her cries echoing through the chamber in concert with His powerful moans.

Bru Na Boinne: present day

Ida and Craig gathered her equipment and their bedding quickly. Both slightly embarrassed by their passion, and not just a little worried that the monument staff would arrive soon. Ida had checked the equipment, as soon as she could catch her breath after her orgasm and don some clothing. It had worked perfectly, capturing in numbers the details of the Solstice alignment with the tunnel. And yet, it felt anti-climactic. Certainly, she knew that it was only the first observation, and that her thesis work was focused on other aspects. But the numbers could never capture the intensity of the spirituality and sexuality of this place. Her dreams had been so vivid and detailed. Her experience had been almost overwhelming. While the logical and scientific part of her mind tried to shut down these observations as "not scientific," Her body and soul knew that these were true observations. And she knew, she would spend her career trying to prove them, and experience them again.

Bru Na Boinne: 3000 BCE

Croag and Amma emerged, hand in hand, from the Sacred Tunnel as the Sun continued its shallow rise into the sky. The tribe had gathered, waiting for them to emerge. 

Amma spoke. "Father Sun has merged with Mother Earth again, and the seed of life is planted. Croag has planted his seed of life in my fertile tunnel and the tribe will grow." 

They cheered and Shamar kissed each of them on the forehead. Croag's eyes met hers, and he saw both sadness and hope in them. Slowly they walked through the crowd toward the lodge he had prepared for them. Croag was proud and glad to have been matched with Amma, and was looking forward to their life together. The blessing of the mating between the Sun and the Earth gave him hope and purpose.