Chapter 7 In Praise of Older Women
A few days after my sexual exploits into adult movies; I found myself in Professor Sandra Minx office. She was my new graduate advisor. Her field of specialty was ancient civilizations.
I noticed that Sandra looked good for a woman in her late forties. She wore cowboy boots; with tight pink jeans that fit her muscular legs; like a second skin. The silky black blouse clung to her torso; out lining the curve of her breasts; giving a hint of cleavage. Her firm 5 feet 6 inch frame was crowned by a cap of short red hair. I could see her green eyes appraising me.
Standing in front of her desk; Sandra extended her hand in greeting; saying, "Hello John. I am pleased to meet you. I have read some of your work. I was impressed with your paper on the role played by women in Greek religious rituals. That is very close to my area of specialty. I am interested in the role women played in the ecstatic rituals surrounding certain cults.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Professor Minx. Thank you for reading my paper. I feel honored that someone as renowned as you took notice of my paper. I have wanted to work with you to learn more about how the ecstatic rituals influenced the religious cults of Rome and Greece." I replied; shaking Sandra's hand.
Returning to her seat; Sandra leaned forward; saying, "Call me Sandra. We do not have to be formal. I'm glad you are interested in my area of specialty. If we work together we may be able to give each other some new insights."
I noticed that the top buttons of her blouse had come undone; revealing a great deal of the valley between Sandra's breasts. At the thought of seeing her globes; my manhood gave a little twitch of excitement. Since meeting Cynthia and Joy, and making the movie, I seam to be preoccupied with sex.
As I sat there in my wheelchair, I could feel her green eyes inspecting every inch of me. As her eyes roved over me, I felt she could see right through my clothes into my very soul. Thinking I was naked before this attractive older woman was getting me sexually excited. For some reason I thought her gaze lingered on my crotch which caused my penis to start to rise.
"While studying about ancient rituals, have you ever really imagined what went on during the most famous ecstatic cult?" Sandra inquired; fixing me with her icy green stare. It is one thing to read about the rituals, but it is another thing to try and place you in the situation. When I write about the rituals of the various cults, I mentally make myself a participant. If you can do that you are the kind of student I want. Try and place yourself in the following situation."
With that Sandra began a detailed description of the rituals of the ecstatic cult of Pan saying, "The rites were held in the evening; when the heat of the day had dissipated; leaving a warm night breeze. The secret glade had been prepared earlier, by the priestesses and their slaves. With the coming of night; the torches surrounding the glade are lit; casting a wavering light over the twisting, turning line of dancing naked women. There naked bodies glisten with sweat, and the paste of henbane and honey which has been smeared on their torsos. This gives them a sensation of flying. The women are also drunk and hallucinating on wine laced with belladonna. Along with the hallucinations the drink they have imbibed causes them to become frenzied.
Sandra was really getting into the word picture she was painting for me, as she continued saying, "You are at the altar at the center of the glade, gazing out at the circle of women surrounding you. They are of all shapes, sizes and colors. Their naked bodies glisten in the flickering torch light, as they circle the alter, swaying in time to the flute and liar music. Soon the drink begins to work its magic. As the frenzy takes hold of them, the women commence caressing their sweat slick breasts and bellies. Soon the fingers of the ecstatic women have found there way to their aroused vaginas. Stroking and inserting fingers into their weeping vaginas; the women are hallucinating; imagining they are being entered by the half goat half man demi god, Dionysius."
Sandra was now drawing me deeper into the fantasy by asking, "Can you see yourself at the center of the swaying women? Are you becoming excited, as you look around at the lusty women surrounding you? Can you see the women's ecstasy increase, as they perform the erotic rituals on themselves and to each other? Is your penis beginning to swell in your pants? Can you feel yourself becoming Dionysius? Do you want to mount the women like a randy goat?" With my mind focused on the internal picture Sandra had painted, she ordered, "Open your pants! Let your manhood free! Enjoy the sensation of the warm air on your growing shaft; as you stroke it! Dionysius, let your lust crazed worshippers see your glorious phallus!"
Sitting across from Sandra; I had become entranced, as I stared into her deep green eyes. I could see the entire scenario taking place in the liquid green eyes before me, as her voice wove the fantasy. As if in a trance, I pulled my stiffening member from my pants. I could feel my penis become fully erect and hard, as I formed a fist around the length. At the same time, I was sure I could feel a warm, gentle breeze wafting over the length of my manhood. This woman had me under her spell.
"Can you feel how large and hard your cock is? You are Dionysius and all the women are dancing for you, offering you there aroused bodies. They hold out their breasts, as an offering to you. Look at them. They come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Are you licking your lips, anticipating how the succulent sweaty breasts will taste? Do you want to feast on this smorgasbord of female flesh?"
"Other women are holding their vagina's open, another offering to you. Can you see their fingers stroking the puffy blood engorged lips of their labia? The first woman comes forward with glinting drops visible along her wide open vagina. Straddling your prone body, she lowers her aroused vagina onto your stone pillar, crying out in ecstasy as your large phallus knifes into her body. She writhes on your stiff phallus, hair flying around her head; as she squeezes her breasts. She is lost in an erotic hallucination. She believes you, Dionysius, are filling her with his sacred organ. She cannot get enough of your horn of plenty. Throwing back her head, she howls in pleasure; covering your cock and crotch with her love juice. As the orgasmic pleasures subside, she collapses to the grass. Immediately another woman is ready to take her place. You now understand you have incredible control over your ejaculation. You also realize your seed is sacred. If a woman is lucky enough to receive your sperm, she will be blessed forever."
"All around you are naked women masturbating themselves and each other, waiting for their turn atop your phallus of fertility. Here and there a slave can be seen using her fingers or mouth to stimulate a mistress, as she waits her turn. After the second woman has reached orgasm while riding your hard phallus, you no longer think of the women as individuals. They are writhing, sweating bodies and squeezing wombs. You want to give pleasure to as many of the women as possible, allowing your seed to fall where ever the gods will."
Still entranced by Sandra's hypnotic voice and green eyes, I barely noticed as she moved to the front of her desk. As Sandra stood there staring, I continued to jack myself off. Slowly she unbuttoned her clinging, black, silky blouse, revealing C cup breasts topped by prominent nipples. Her breasts had a little sag, but they were remarkably round and firm for her age.
Fixing my crotch with those green hypnotic eyes, Sandra commented, "You do have a large phallus. It should be adequate to any task I could set for it." Sandra then raised her booted foot to my lap ordering, "Take off my boot! That is the way." When I had finished with the first boot, it was replaced by the other one, as she ordered, "Take off this boot! Well done. You will now help me to take off these pants! Unzip me! Slide them down my legs."
