The Idris Stone: New Discoveries.

I woke up late the next day. It was just before 9.00 am. I had my first lecture at 9.15. The Varsity was only a 15-minute drive away, time to make it if I got every light, there was no traffic, and there was a close carpark available.

‘I wonder?’ I thought.

I spoke to the stone in my mind. “I have 15 minutes to get dressed and make my lecture, any chance of some help?”

Moving with an ease that had seemed a distant memory, I flowed into my clothes, out the door, and into my car.

“Mr Muzz! You forgot your breakfast,” Janela called after me.

“I’ll be back for lunch,” I called over my shoulder.

I was unshaved, unkempt, and unwashed. Nobody would notice. Some dishevelment is expected from University professors.

I made the lecture with time to spare. Unlike regular L.A. traffic, the slow drivers gave way this morning, nobody was blocking intersections, and the traffic going in my direction was light. A car pulled out of a park right outside the lecture hall. I drove in.

The stone’s song, though muted, soared all around me the whole drive.

It was only a 45-minute lecture, ‘Are Humans Unique?’

I mumbled my way through it. I don’t think anyone noticed. There were no questions.

There was a compulsory staff meeting after my lecture. All lecturers were expected to attend. I hate these things. They were all exercises in pedantics, histrionics, and ‘holier than thou’ ridiculousness.

Katey was there. Spying me, she came over and sat next to me.

She pouted, “You didn’t call last night. I was hoping you would.”

“I’m sorry, Katey,” I told her. “I’ve been a little long out of the dating game. I’ve forgotten how it works.”

“We’re dating?” She asked quizzically. “I thought we were fucking?”

“Well, I haven’t done that for a while, either,” I informed her.

“Really?” Katey said. “You were so good I thought you must have had a never-ending line of young co-eds to choose from.”

Without looking, she grabbed my dick and gave it a squeeze.

“Call me tonight, okay? I have a couple of co-eds who want to try a big cock.”

What do you say to that?

“Yes, Miss Katey,” I smiled at her.

“Fuck I hate these bullshit meetings,” she said. “I have better things to do, like those two co-eds I mentioned.” She grinned wickedly. “They’re waiting at my place now. Well, a boy and a girl are really a girl and a ladyboy, huge wiener.”

Confused, I asked, “Who has a huge wiener?”

“The ladyboy,” Katey told me. “Works a treat, too! I’ll tell you what, see if you can’t get us out of here, and you can come back to mine and see for yourself.”

‘Well?’ I thought at the stone.

Mrs Edmonstone, The Chancellor’s personal assistant, walked in. “I’m sorry, but Doctor Curtly has taken ill. We’ll have to postpone today’s meeting until next week.”

I raised an eyebrow at Katey.

She laughed, “You lucky bastard! Okay, follow me. I’m in the pink Cruze.”

Forty-five minutes later, we were in Redondo Beach at Katey’s apartment. It was back from the shoreline but still lovely.

Katey linked her arm through mine and walked me up to her unit. “Everyone is above legal age,” she informed me. “Enjoy yourself and open yourself up to new experiences.”

We walked through the door into Katey’s apartment.

“This is the ‘stud’ you were telling us about, Miss Katey?” A tall, strikingly beautiful young woman asked. “He looks younger than the 49 you told us he was but still old. Ah well, he’ll do if he has the 8 inches you say he has.”

The woman speaking was at least 6 feet tall (183 cm), and her boobs were so large and perfectly formed that they had to be fake (Hey, this is L.A., the home of fake!). Her lips were full and ‘bee stung’. Her legs were long, toned, and shapely. Her ass was taut. Her hair was blonde, of course.

“I’m Jasmine,” she said, holding out her hand. “You’ve already met Tina, I hear.” She followed up with.

“Hello, Professor,” Tina said to me, smiling. “We meet again. Or should I say, it’s nice to see your ‘meat’ again?”

A little taken aback, I said, “You said you weren’t lesbian or bisexual, yet here you are with Katey and Jasmine?”

“I just wanted an excuse to fuck you, Prof,” Tina said. “I wasn’t kidding when I said, ‘I have fantasised about sucking you a million times as I fucked myself with cucumbers, or carrots, or fingers.’”

“Well, maybe you should already be on your knees sucking on me again, then?” I asked her.

“I sure should be,” Tina breathed.

Katey moaned at the sight of Tina crawling across the floor to me.

“Shouldn’t Jasmine’s cock already be in your mouth, Miss Katey?” I suggested.

“Aww, you told,” Jasmine said. “I wanted to surprise him.”

Once Katey had Jasmine’s cock out, I was surprised anyway. Jasmine had at least 11 inches of prime Californian tube steak. Thick and uncircumcised, the veins were already throbbing on its shaft.

“I heard that you loved anal, Katey,” I told her. “Once you’ve gotten Jasmine wet, let’s see you take it up your ass, please?”

I had no idea if Katey loved anal or not. That is definitely not a conversation you have in University staffrooms these days!

The stone’s song was muted. These were willing participants. It only needed to give existing impulses a bit of a push. It didn’t have to create the desire or want in the people involved.

I watched in awe as Katey accepted all 11 inches into her mouth without pause or even a swallow. It must have been down past her tonsils.

“Can you do that, Tina?” I asked. “Deep throat all of me?”

“I’m sure going to try, prof,” Tina told me as the song danced around her.

It took about five goes before my cock’s head finally slid over her gag reflex and into the back of her throat.

Growling, I grabbed Tina’s head and thrust forcefully into her mouth and down her throat. She couldn’t handle it. Choking and retching, Tina tried to force me away.

“Stop fighting me! You fucking love being forced to take me, you fucking slut,” I said as the stone’s song soared louder.

Tina came as I forcefully fucked her face. Tears were pouring from her eyes, ruining her mascara. My cock had smeared her lippy all over her face. She looked like a street whore caught in a football player’s orgy. I loved it.

Instead of fighting me off of her, Tina was now eagerly sucking me deeper in. She held my hips and pushed and pulled, forcing me to fuck her mouth harder.

She began to moan around my cock, “Fuck me, professor. Fuck my slut mouth with your big wang. Fuck me until I choke and drown on your seed. Oh, Professor Smithson, fuck your princess, please!”

I couldn’t stand it any longer. The vibrations from her moans around my thrusting cock were too much. Roaring like a freight train through a narrow tunnel, I spat my seed into Tina’s sucking, swirling mouth.

Flinging Tina off me, I turned to Katey and Jasmine. I was still as hard as grasping the teachings of Immanuel Kant.

Katey was on her stomach with a sofa cushion under her hips. I watched in a lust fuelled rage as Jasmine ploughed her colossal cock back into Katey’s gaping ass. All 11 inches disappeared into Katey’s rear fuck hole as she begged for more and pleaded to be fucked harder.

I kicked my pants off and dropped my shirt and coat. I squatted down with my feet on either side of Jasmine’s hips before spitting on Jasmine’s backdoor love canal.

Jasmine felt my spit hit her ring, “No!” She wailed, terrified. “I don’t take dick in my ass!”

“You do now,” I snarled at her. “You love having a dick in your ass. The bigger, the better. The rougher they fuck you, the more you like it. You can’t even cum until you have a dick in your ass and your hair is being pulled. Every guy or girl that turns you on from now on will need to have something in your ass and be pulling on your hair before you can cum. You will beg each and every one of them to do you like that.”