Sorority of Silver Sluts

Sorority Of Silver Sluts Part 1

By Aleq de Satyr

"Everywhere in my dreams floats a feminine odor..."

Joyce Mansour

Prologue

A sorority as we all know is a women's organization that is typically found on college campuses, and is characterized by a shared commitment to common goals and aspirations. Sororities are also social clubs that create a close-knit community for women, and provide a supportive network.

They are formed around common goals and aspirations. These women make a commitment to each other for life. Members of a sorority share their efforts, friendship, and knowledge. Together they learn, grow, and make the sorority, commonly called a Greek organization, stronger. Their common experience builds ties that last a lifetime. The sorority in this story is feminist-oriented and is centered around advocacy, activism and most importantly sexuality, particularly the erotic experience of older women.

This sorority called the "Voice of Older Women" (VOW) is engaged in a quest for power and control over women's sexuality, and the freedom to explore their erotic fantasies.

An Oasis Of Ripe Cunt

I am Mace Lord, a 35 year old roving actor in different genres of movies, including adult ones now and then. I work regularly at the gym and I'm in top shape. I do not wish to brag, but I consider myself an extremely well-endowed cocksman who enjoys servicing women, especially the hot and slutty older ones. I always move instinctively towards women. They do inspire me. And they also find me affectionate, sensual and exciting. A man with such traits, natural or acquired, is usually an erotic turn-on for women. I never turn my back on sexual exploration.

My newest sex partner/fuck buddy Denise is a 54 year old celebrated journalist, writer, Feminist activist, social critic and a bisexual. She has appeared on TV programs, espousing egalitarian socialist policies. But beneath the public persona churns an unbridled passion and wild sensuality...Denise told me about a sorority group she belonged to after a particularly good fuck, on a sultry afternoon as we lay locked together for endless moments of time, our genitals glued together by the blinding wetness of the fucking. Our minds swimming in translucent waves of unearthly pleasure.

Five days later, on a warm hazy Saturday afternoon, Denise took me to a gathering of the group at a local community center. Apparently men who have great affinity for radical feminism are welcome to the gatherings as guests, but not all and sundry. I was totally impressed by a few observations: The diversity of the group, the sea of grey hair ranging from salt and peppery to complete silver. The warm and convivial atmosphere and the sorority among the women was quite refreshing...The ages of the women ranged from 50 to 62 years according to Denise. There were a handful of middle-aged men...There were writers, artists, professionals, academics, activists, therapists, etc. among the group. I counted forty women present, mostly attractive, sexy and hot looking. A veritable oasis of ripe cunt.

The gathering was to discuss sexuality, desire and the erotic experience of members. The Moderator/Leader of the group, a very attractive woman named Rachel Blau exhorted the group to:

"Acknowledge your cunt in your writings; its texture, its landscape, its rhythm, its ecstasy. Scream and shout about it...Speak out the realities and the images of your female body; its cosmic, bewitching power. Woman's desire is life-invoking, it is a power from within!. Be seekers, thinkers, creators. Be explicit, be outrageous, be daring, be dangerous. Be Woman!!"

There were readings, monologues, abstractions, performance-pieces etc., even an erotic dance interpretation titled "Desire," by a very slender young woman, clad in sheer body suit. Much of the work presented dealt with joy, anguish, desire...Some were darkly beautiful, passionate, raw, vibrant, explicit and erotic. All of them were female songs of tenderness, anger, protest, intelligence and wit that animates sensuality. I was totally aroused by the presentations, not to mention Denise's stroking of my dick thru my pants!

I was invited to share my views on sex, and my experiences with women. As I stood there appraising the group, they began to titter, giggle, gasp, groan for long moments, at the bold outline of my very big tumescent cock in my light cotton pants. They all seemed energized. And by Jove I did put on a virtuoso monologue about my Satyriasis, as an inveterate, studly cocksman; About my exotic, non-traditional sexual experiences. It was an explicit, intimate monologue about and celebration of women I'd loved and fucked. About the mystique of their lovely juicy cunts, throbbing clitorises, cradling breasts, supple asses; The exquisite delicious sensation of my risen cock bulging with veins, as it moves in and out of warm orifices of cunt, mouth anus. My lips nibbling nipples, tongue lapping, sucking licking swollen vulvas. About women's ecstatic faces in the throes of orgasm. I regaled them with my abiding desire to service older women and give them pleasure, with my fondness of cunt. I could feel my dick getting harder, elongating in my pants, I could not help it. A woman in the front row gasped loudly "OMG!" at the sight,

"When I think of cunt, when I'm inside of a ripe mature cunt, nothing else matters nor exists...Immersed in the warm lake of a vagina, I hear the clamor of birds, the melodic cadence of swaying willow trees, the soft breeze that blows over the land. Older women are the women to have if you learn to appreciate them; they're women who know how to fuck, who know what they're doing...They're women who are always disgracefully overdue with sexual desire and that's what makes them so good. They love massive, super hard cocks and hours of exquisite fucking, they're treasures." I enunciated.

The audience was virtually in a swoon at that point. The deafening silence in the room was followed by a huge applause when I was done. During the reception that followed I exchanged phone numbers with a number of the women. They were very eager to connect with me, some even flirted with me.

"Quite an excellent performance you put out there, sleek as a panther; not to mention the blatant display of your mighty fine, solid looking dick I must say. I'm sure the unattached women will be flocking to you in droves; heck, I think you are half way into their cunts already. And many of them are sex starved, so fuck as many as you can. But don't forget, servicing me supersedes all others," said Denise. I just grinned with satisfaction.

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The Divine Female Dimension

During the next twenty one days some of the women called me, boldly suggesting getting together for sexual activities. I categorized those that I chose to spend some time with according to their character, their attributes, their persona. I was rather selective though, almost always choosing the seemingly wild and very eager ones.

Siren

A siren is a seductively beautiful or charming woman, especially one who beguiles men. I gave such name to 55 year old Rachel the leader. She excited my imagination. Her discourse put me in a trance during our conversation at the reception...Rachel displays intense vitality, enthusiasm and a verve for life; with an extraordinary and abundant energy. She is a crusader for positive sexuality, an advocate for unlimited masturbation by women. Rachel is also a talented artist. In a lurid mixture of colors, she portrays women in the raw, untamed state; hairy, vibrant, desirous, primitive, erotic.

She is simple, Spartan, monastic albeit vivacious, serene and distinctive in her bearing...Her modest house is like a Japanese interior with sparse furnishing and lots of potted plants. She is an Icon in the group. Both my mind and my cock throbbed with her challenging and enchanting discourse, communing with her spirit. She is feline, feral; wielding her body like a scepter. A true Goddess is known by her walk, her eyes full of light and depth. The sexual tension between us grew and intensified. She had deliberately kept things on edge, knowing how much I desired her. But I waited patiently.

Rachel lies spread-eagled on her bed, her breasts somewhat firm but slipping from each other; her cunt a long, ruby gash between thick, hairy lips..."Come, drink the elixir from the source of life," she says pressing my head between her thighs...She groans loudly as my mouth finds her slimy cavern. I drink the secrets of her body for a long time. She has a full, musky, female taste.

She was a tight fit but her cunt is deep, elastic! I began to fuck Rachel in earnest, her long legs spread wide, while I pounded rhythmically into her, the base of my dick hammering the hard clitoris, making her squirm and thrash about. She began to moan and wail loudly her legs flailing.

"Oh go deep Mace," she shudders, " go deep," she whispers as I sink my hard cock into her, our pubic hairs mingling...My thrusts are precise, centered, strong, slow, compelling. She clings to me, her cunt closed tight around my cock...Her body feels cool, but her mysterious cunt feels like a bubbling, throbbing, slurpy furnace; churning with a thick odor. I watch my cock disappear and reappear into her luscious pussy, her face beatific, glowing with contentment. She comes suddenly thrashing about and keeps coming on and on, as I fuck her deeply, powerfully.

Rachel moans my name like a timeless desert song, her body keeping rhythm with mine. Her gasping echoing in the room. "More, more, give me more, it feels so fucking wonderful" she wails as our long, feverish fucking becomes more intense, passionate, gloriously modulated. A breathtaking, sweetly endless tantric copulation... She comes again screaming, her body lifted off the bed, her cunt gripping my cock. Then finally, O God!. I burst into her in long, luxurious jets, pouring, spilling my hot cum into her bowels, she flew to the sky screaming. Our juices mingle and spill out in streams.

We continued to fuck until a beautiful sunset began to filter thru the window. Ushering in the everlasting orgasm, cascading in a shower of brilliant vital energy thru our shuddering rejuvenated bodies... I stayed with Rachel for two days, fucking her meticulously on the altar of sexual gluttony. And she loved being fucked in the ass. It was a beautiful trip into an infinite realm of mind-bending orgasms. I indulged in her female essence, gravitating to her in pleasure.

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Maenad

In ancient Greece, Maenads were followers of the wine god Dionysus. They prepared his wine, and used it (along with dancing and sex) to access a state of frenzied, divine madness and sexual ecstasy. In this altered state, they were, imbued with gifts of prophecy and superhuman strength. Agave, which means "illustrious" or "high-born" was the queen of the Maenads. It also happens to be the name of one of the women I got entangled with. And she is a writer of Greek ancestry...She read passages from her novel in progress at the gathering. Agave's exquisite interplay of erotic outpouring with a humor manifestly indifferent to good sense and decency had me spellbound and intrigued.

Agave stands out in a crowd, her thick black eyebrows, the faint line of mustache, her unshaved legs etc...Attributes that make her most appealing. She fills and refills my glass with white Greek wine, while we chat heartily, animatedly in her living room. Her smoldering sexual aura abundantly evident. Sitting cross-legged on the furry rug like a fakir, her breasts hanging loose inside her open shirt, she talks about how she likes to get in touch with her body every day as she gets older. A body that has begun to show its age, loosened but full, ripe. She is also sophisticated, smart with a graceful, slender 57 year-old body...She loves sex and erotic behavior. Constantly seeking out men and occasionally, women who fit her fantasies, she confided.

She is an existentialist who loves variety, freedom of choice; she is open to everything and explicit about her sexuality in a way that cannot be ignored.. She likes "to completely immerse myself in sexual freedom and the pursuit of lusty pleasures." She said. I was intrigued by her wildness, her openness which I liked. She bares her body to my gaze as she slowly peels off her clothes...I watch her in silence, marveling at her sun-roasted flesh. Her legs and the insides of her thighs thick with hair.

"Why don't you fuck me now" she says, pressing my hand to her breasts then down to the full and very hairy mound between her legs.

"I've never met anyone like you" I whispered." Agave opens up to my kisses and caresses leading me to her bedroom...Her eyes are closed, I feel intense emotion coming off her in waves as my hand finds the warm, thick wetness and sopping hairy lips of her cunt...She spreads her hairy labia for me to enter her not-so-tight cunt drawing my cock deeper and deeper inside her. I am swimming in a sea of honey and sinking sweetly. Her clitoris is swollen solid, big and long, adorned with pearl clips..."Oh Mace I love your cock, so big, so fucking hard, fuck me for as long as want," she says, pressing me into her pussy gripping my dick tight.

We fuck slowly, spinning on the bed like two gyroscopes. Intense, poignant; I watch her intently as I move in and out of her slowly, rocking inside her gently, tantalizingly drawing it in and out to the rhythm of her breathing for a long time...Her cunt is pounding with lust, milking my cock, enjoying the exuberance of our fucking. Her body moves in anticipation of every rhythm change, every shock sound. She moans and cries out in pleasure. Agave explodes in all directions, on and on until she finally erupts mightily with a scream, her nails clawing my back her twat gripping my dick...I stay inside her until her tremors subside. I resume fucking her strongly powerfully, as she begins to rock gently, back and forth, plunging her tongue into my mouth and gripping my cock very tightly with her cunt, sucking it inwards. The pleasure is excruciating for me. But I hold on tenaciously.

She looks into my eyes, amazed at my control as she squeeze and milk my cock with her strong inner muscles making me convulse between her legs, grunting and gushing a torrent of cum into her, on and on, flooding her until I finally collapse onto of her. Later Agave rolls off the bed and walks to the balcony to have her "post-orgasmic smoke." I drift off to sleep...

I fucked Agave at her behest intermittently during the 36 hours I spent with her...She seemed to be in a state of permanent excitement as she experienced my cock..."Take me any way you like for as long as you want," she said as I fucked her deeply. She was patient, mysterious, spontaneous. I quickly learnt what gave Agave pleasure as I plowed her G-spot relentlessly and her moans got louder and louder and her cunt grabbed my dick while she rode one tidal wave of orgasm after another...What a world of difference lies between outward appearance and actual performance in bed by Agave.! Strange emotions tore at me as I experienced great orgasms with her, when my role or so I thought, was to service and pleasure an older woman.

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Hellion

Hellion usually refers to a female rascal, a mischievous, audacious bossy woman. The 56 year old Katia is described by friends as such. Her long black hair, streaked with gray, always hang loosely down. She lives in a spacious town house in an upscale neighborhood. She is always naked in the house, with blinds open which aggravates and outrages her nosy neighbors. Katia is a bold, self-absorbed feminist who likes to sing bawdy songs of her own composition. She is a hedonist, always on the move. She is vibrant, debauched, and insolent.

I'd woken up from a nap on a hot Friday afternoon with a very hard cock and feeling very horny. Katia's call was a Godsend. She greeted me at the door wearing only a thong, her body luscious. The lovely breasts, curvaceous hips and ass, shapely legs with a dense bush barely contained by the thong. She looked like she could eat a man alive.

In her immaculate living room we discussed Art, Music, Sex and Literature, some of her favorite subjects over cocktails. Katia was exuberant and witty but also a little strange. Guitar and flute music wafted from the CD player. I realized with a jolt, how sexy and totally sensual Katia actually was. Something about the way she lounged in the sofa, her body language that said, I like sex, I like to fuck.

"You're so handsome" she smiled, refilling our drinks.

"Do you like me" I smiled back.

"You bet," she said. She seemed spell-bound by me. When she finally kissed me fully, lingering on my lips, I was ready to fuck her, the fire burning in my crotch. Katia led me to the bedroom. Naked my huge erect dick, corded with thick veins swayed from side to side

"I'm so excited by your cock" said Katia, stroking it feeling its hardness seemingly enjoying it, as she rubbed against me on the bed.

"I'll have you to myself, all weekend long; this whore pussy needs to be fucked slowly for a very long time," she said with relish.

"Be careful what you wish for" I said, tweaking her big erect clitoris, gazing at her twat for long moments...The lips of her cunt just sliced open naturally as she spread her legs on the bed. A made to be fucked pussy, so lush and meaty and covered with abundant hair. Her swollen labia lay open and pulsing.

"You're looking at a well-seasoned, very ripe pussy, enjoy her" whispered Katia. Enthralled, I began to stroke her juicy vulva thru the lush tangle of hair with my cockhead, back and forth, while rubbing her clitoris with my thumb, inhaling the smell of her. A sexy odorous scent...I began to fuck her, slowly and steadily, thrusting deeper and deeper into her twat, the heat inside her sparking into flame, throbbing uncontrollably against me. I fucked her and fucked her. Her eyes were closed and she breathed quietly. I sensed her body aching with excitement as it thrashed about on the bed, her yawning pussy opened wide and offered, taking more of my cock. She came then, suddenly, her cunt nearly breaking my dick as it spasmed, squeezing and releasing, over and over as if it had never come so powerfully before. She shuddered violently, and continued to cum, then collapsed against me, howling into my ear. The cum poured out of her onto the sheets. My goodness, there was so much juice all over the bed!

"Holy shit, you inspire me to new heights of lust," she said breathlessly. "Please Mace, don't be concerned about me. Fuck me harder, I'm strong I won't break," she said. I pursued Katia's ecstasy relentlessly, responding to her needs, fucking her harder and stronger. She ascended higher and higher into ecstasy, my cock cramming against the mouth of her womb, her hips rolling to meet me, her firm thighs rippling, her gaping cunt swollen with lust.

"O Mace, please go deep where I ache most" she shuddered, as I sank all of my hard cock into her, our soggy pubic hairs mingling. My thrusts were precise, centered, strong, compelling. She clung to me, her cunt closed tight around my cock. Her face was beatific, glowing with contentment.

It was a hard, prolonged fuck that left me breathless. Katia cried out loudly as she exploded again in another prolonged powerful orgasm...Between intervals of rest and relaxation and sensual massage, we rejuvenated our bodies with more wine and smoked meat, stroking each other's genitals constantly to keep desire alive.

After a long while Katia began to undulate beneath me again, her hunger flowering again. Her cunt felt like a murky sea of wet flesh, cascading around my cock. We started to fuck again...I fucked and fucked her cunt inside out, slowly, patiently for a long time. We were elegantly wild and ravenous, hungry cunt and ravenous cock on fire. Heat, lust and pleasure spilled and bubbled until we both plunged into a deafening climax, an abyss. Katia started to gush juices from her cunt, responding to my equally enormous forceful ejaculation. I called her name, driving into her hard and deep, releasing enormous gushes of hot semen, inundating her. She rolled from side to side then collapsed against me with a loud sigh. The woman was indeed phenomenal...All night long Katia showed how bossy she was. She rode my cock howling like a banshee until we were both exhausted.