Part Five. The grant comes through
Dee Winderly was getting worried. Her grant request had been in the works for seven months. Why had she not gotten any word about it? If she were to complete her dossier on time for mid-tenure review, she had to show she could get grant money. And she needed some published research.
She was having a difficult time getting tier-one journals to accept her articles because she was too practical. "Asshole reviewers" she snorted every time a rejection came in. If the anthropology journals did not accept her work, then maybe the sex research journals would. In fact, the Archives of Systematic Sexuality eagerly accepted her journal submissions. The editor actually suggested she apply for field research grants from the Council On Coital Kinesics Fund. She had never heard of the COCK Fund, but she got an invitation to apply and she submitted her app and waited.
It was a long shot but she hoped to complete her work with the tribal unit she and Dr. Heidler had worked with when she was doing her dissertation. She enjoyed the fieldwork and was a particular favorite of Chief Imoko who called her his white daughter. Though as for that, many of the Manangowa people were fair complexioned and beautiful. Some, the "regal ones," Heidler called them, were as black as ebony, though.
Dr. Winderly was a quick learner weaving the grasses to wear as a gown (if you could call it that) when she participated in the presentation of the virgins ceremony. It was that gown that her grad student, Jim Doumay, had seen as he flipped through her dissertation. The picture with the grass skirt that opened at the back to show off her beautiful ass.
It had been about a week since Jim had been to her house when she commanded him to jerk off. They had seen each other in class and the lab, but did not really have much time to talk. He said he had discovered something about the ivory circlet and needed to show her. So she had him come over that evening after dinner.
Jim arrived about 6:30. Dr. Winderly had been grading papers at her dining room table. A carton of ramen noodles and a bottle of wine were opened nearby. "I should make you grade these essays, Dummy. I told you when you do a dissertation sometimes you have to blow someone. Well this," pointing to the pile of papers yet to do, "would be the equivalent."
He had no papers or books with him and she was curious. "So, what is it you found about the ivory?" She asked him.
"Oh, well I didn't actually find anything. You were right Byerly wrote something about a similar artifact but never explained. No data base searches turned up anything else. But, funny, I typed into Google and a whole lot of pages came up showing cock rings. You know the metal and leather kind that guys wear? Nothing called a crown ring. Then it hit me. 'A cock ring for the crown of the cock!
"I saw the photos that you took of the Manangowan men. They were all circumcised, right? Well, I thought, 'what if they wore it as some sort of adornment?' I never saw it in the photos, but it just sort of came to me."
She knit her eyebrows together. "But Dummy that's just conjecture. You have to show that such a device has been used by someone, somewhere to make that claim. I never saw a man wearing one while we were there. And if Byerly is the only one to even mention it, and not say much about it, I'm afraid you are striking out so far."
"Oh yeah? Well Dr. Practical Anthropologist, check this out!" And with that he unzipped his cargo shorts and dropped them to the ground. His cock and balls hung low. And there around his cock just beyond the crown of his penis was a brass ring.
"The ivory ring seemed too valuable to take a chance losing, so I went to the hardware store and looked for something about the same size." He pulled up his tee-shirt and shifted this way and that to show off his penis with its shiny adornment. With her full attention to his cock, Jim felt that old feeling of joy in being looked at naked. His cock started filling. He lifted his seven inches of manhood so Dr. Winderly could see how it stayed on by fitting snugly against the soft rim separating the crown from the shaft of his penis.
She knelt to inspect more closely and his swelling cock rose to meet her. As she watched, blood surged into his cock filling its cavernous body, venous valves preventing blood from draining back out. As it lengthened, it thickened. And as it did so, it sloped upward to a positive 60° angle.
Dr. Winderly was awestruck. The brass ring didn't strangulate his cock. She knew the danger and embarrassment some men felt when they had to get the cock ring cut off in the ER. Their poor cocks swollen, flaccid, and purple from the blood pooled in the useless shafts. Why don't adult toy stores tell men have warnings on those metal rings, she wondered.
But the genius of this ring was that it fit where the shaft actually narrowed to meet the penis crown. On an uncircumcised man it would not be seen, covered as it was by the foreskin. And it might be uncomfortable to wear if the foreskin rubbed over it all day. On a cut cock, like Jim's that would not be a problem.
His cock was starting to leak. Jim was watching his cock and ring. He was more excited than he anticipated and his clinical reserve was fast melting, as Dr. Winderly's mouth was only inches from his straining manhood. He tried to shift his thinking so he would not get too excited. Then it happened.
Dr. Winderly reached out her hands and grasped his cock with her right and his balls with her left. His cock extended beyond her hand-grasp. It had to be seven inches, she marveled, scientifically of course. She was examining the way the crown ring stayed on and how it really was a lovely adornment to see. Here was one piece of men's jewelry that was uniquely their own.
Luckily Dr. Winderly had sensed the reaction and aimed Jim's cock slightly when the first shot erupted from the end of his penis. His balls contracted in her hand and she mentally traced the route the sperm took as it exited his ball sac, rising in the vas deferens, mixed with fluid from his prostate, and became a flood of semen surging up his cock and then outward. The cumboltIt sailed passed her face and landed over her left shoulder. The second and third shots stung as they struck the sensitive skin on her throat. She had not stroked him, just held him firmly in her grasp. She felt every pulse and thrum of his ejaculation. His fluids spattered against her chest. A long drip formed as he was finishing and it pulled away to land on her left knee.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Jim was gasping and trying to say something, when suddenly Dr. Winderly stood and went to answer a knock at the door. She opened it and saw the FedEx delivery woman with an envelope in his hand. "Are you Professor Dee Wimbelly?"
"Winderly. Yes, I'm Dee Ann Winderly."
"Can you sign this for me?" shoving an electronic pad and plastic stylus toward her. The delivery woman looked over Dee's shoulder into the living room and saw the back-side of a naked man. When Dee finished signing, she handed the table back and saw the other woman looking at the semen dripping down her throat. It was no longer thick and white, but was now a rivulet of smoky gray man-seed being pulled along by gravity.
