A couple hours later, I was feeling significantly better, and drove my stuff to my new dorm room. The only nice thing Carly had done for me was to make arrangements with the college to let me move into the dorm early if I wanted to, and I certainly wanted to. It was right on campus, on the second story and pretty quiet. Because the semester in England had finished a bit later than the semesters at my school, I'd just missed the bustle as the other students moved out. I just had a futon, a laptop, a camera, and a small assortment of the sort of knick nacks a college student acquires. The only other person around was a hot co-ed down in the parking lot, waiting in a car for her boyfriend. Apparently he was off fighting with the financial aid office.
Since I was bored as hell (and a little depressed) after spending a whole 60 minutes unpacking, I decided to masturbate. My eyes settled on the ring, and I remembered how good it'd felt last night. I was chalking up a good chunk of it to having been extremely drunk at the time, though. I shrugged and resolved to figure out if it was as good while sober. The young lady in the parking lot had leaned her seat all the way back to rest, and I could make out that she was wearing a thin sweater which showcased her glass-cutting, erect nipples. I figured that now was as good a time as any to test the "Merlin" ring, so I picked it up and unzipped my fly. I went up to the window, looking out at her as she waited. I looked down at the ring and muttered, "This is stupid." Then I slid the ring over the tip of my penis, and watched its tip vanish.
Seriously, the tip of my wang vanished as if it'd never been there. The center of the ring became opaque and black as soon as my penis touched it, and where my tip should have stuck through the ring, it didn't. On the other hand, the tip of my penis was somewhere warm and wet. I stared down in disbelief at the ring, and slowly pulled it off. I felt the warm wetness slide up and off of my penis, and as soon as my penis was completely clear of the ring, the blackness vanished from its center and it went back to being an ordinary wooden disc.
I put my finger through the ring experimentally, but nothing happened.
Looking down at the girl in the parking lot, I could see her hand resting on her jeans, rubbing a little at the v between her legs. My curiosity piqued, I decided to put the ring back on. I placed it over my wang and slid it down, down, farther and farther, until my penis appeared to have been replaced entirely by the disc. Looking down at the girl in the parking lot, I could see her squirm in her seat and rub her hand over her crotch, gyrating with pleasure as my phantom member entered her. I pulled the ring off halfway, then slid it back down and commenced thrusting regularly. I could feel her muscles moving as she thrashed side to side, caught up in what must have seemed to be the strangest auto-erotic experience of her life. I took the ring between my fingers and slid it up and down my wang, feeling her warm wetness pressing against my wang but magically not coming back through. I stroked and stroked, building up until I felt a familiar fire building in my loins. As I built up to a climax, I could actually hear her screaming in pleasure through the disc as if from far away, even as I watched her in the car down in the parking lot. Looking down, I saw that she'd spread her legs wide and was thrusting her hips into the air, wearing a puzzled but enthused expression. Just as I began to shoot the first of my load, I pressed down on the ring with both hands, ramming my rock-hard penis into it as far as I possibly could. The ring pressed down, and parts of my penis which could never have gotten inside of a girl were suddenly thrust all the way inside of her, adding at least a couple inches worth of length. A muffled scream of pleasure mixed with pain drifted out of the ring as I struck her her cervix and released ounces of pent-up semen. I felt my dick engulfed by her gently spasming pussy as it milked sperm out of me for what seemed like an eternity. Panting with exhaustion and sweating lightly, I pulled the ring off of my wang and looked at it with wonder.
"Damn! If he built this to save himself the bother of getting laid, I really don't want to know what he came up with to avoid taking a shit," I mused.
As sweat streamed down my face, I looked down again at the girl I'd just inseminated. She was rubbing her crotch contentedly, splayed out in the passenger's seat and panting with exhaustion. I picked my camera off of my desk and focused in with my 300mm lens. Zoomed in, I could make out a quizzical expression on her face. She unzipped her pants, and I watched as one of her hands snaked under her panties. I watched her wince as she ran her finger inside of her pussy, then extract it. I could see her stare of disbelief as she sniffed at my cum on her fingertip. Her tongue touched it momentarily, tasting it, and then I was able to read the words, "What the fuck?" on her lips. She furrowed her brows in surprise as she pulled some Kleenexes out of the glove compartment to clean herself up. She finished just before her boyfriend showed up, and I disappeared back into my room to ponder what I should do now.
It was now pretty much settled that this item did exactly what the old man said it would. Whether or not it was made by Merlin, I wasn't going to worry about. Putting morals aside, I no longer had to worry about finding a sex partner again. No woman would be out of my reach, unless I decided she was. But morally? Well, there are many words for men who fuck women without their consent, but none of them are nice.
I laid down on my bed and pondered things for a while. You see, I'm a 23 year old guy, alone in a dorm room. My mind kept going back to what had just done, and I'd feel guilty about it. But that would bring back memories of how it felt, and I'd get aroused, and then start feeling guilty again because I was aroused. I wanted to use the ring again, right now, but I was trying not to. In an effort to take my mind off of fucking that girl, I turned on the TV to watch the news.
At first, the news provided a soothing distraction which let me bury myself in politics and local intrigues. That is, until Brianna the weather girl came on. She was in her mid-20s, with a spectacularly well-defined rack and a deep-cut blue dress showing just the right amount of cleavage. I've always been a sucker for her look, too: mid-length blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, and kissable lips. Before I knew it, I'd unzipped my fly and had begun stroking myself while looking at her. As I hardened, I felt drawn to the ring. At first it was just a little thought, then it became all-consuming. I whimpered a little as, with my hands trembling, I found my hand reaching for where I'd left the ring. I held it in my hand for a few seconds, my eyes going first to it and then to her, and back. I found myself fighting the ring's temptation for a matter of seconds which felt like hours, but in the end the ring won. My hand lowered towards my dick, positioning the ring right above it.
Brianna was halfway through the weekly forecast when she gasped in mid-sentence as I slowly, experimentally thrust myself into her. She caught herself and resumed talking, although her face wore a puzzled expression. I could almost hear her thinking, "Make it through the segment, make it through the segment" as I started stroking myself into her rhythmically. To her credit, she managed to maintain her composure and chug through the forecast, although she sounded more and more distracted as I went on. I could see sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead as she neared the end and I just kept going inside her, sliding the ring up and down my shaft. I was starting to get close when her segment ended and cut to a brief on-site piece. Seconds later, I could feel my cock being caressed by her leg muscles as she walked somewhere, then sat down. I wasn't sure what was going on until the scene on the TV changed, putting Brianna back on screen. She was at a desk with the news anchors, with her hands braced in front of her on the desk and an expression which betrayed just a little bit of panic. Seeing her face again was all it took; I thrust hard and pounded away inside of her, watching as her face reddened and she clutched at the desk with both hands, gasping slightly.
"Are you all right?" the female co-anchor asked Brianna. I felt bad for a moment as the weather girl answered, "Oh, I'm fine. It was just a leg cramp."
The anchors bantered about something, but I didn't pay attention to whatever it was. Seconds later, my cock erupted in a volcano of cum. I saw Brianna's eyes widen suddenly and her hand go to her midriff as she felt my sperm saturate her vagina. Just to be civil, I left the ring on so that the pent-up cum wouldn't distract her while she was still on the air. Besides, I was still occasionally shuddering with pleasure and oozing a few more drops of sperm into her greedy pussy. I came back to earth and focused on the news again just as their segment ended, and I turned off the TV. I looked down at my wang, which magically looked like it ended with the ring.