THE STONE OF SHAMU

Professor Shorenstein is a real prick. I mean, he talks a good game, and the kids all love him, but when you get to know the guy, he’s just a total dick.

It hadn’t taken me more than a couple of days working at the dig site to figure that out. Us kids, we were pretty much slave labor to him. Dig here. Don’t touch that. Get out of the way. And if there was something important to find, he was going to get the credit for the find regardless of whether he made the find or not.

I was working in the field with Sharon Fuller and some of the other kids. The professor thought the place where we were working was one of the places where the high temple of the Shartois might be located. Either that or it was just a field of rocks.

I didn’t even realize what it was that I found when I found it but then not only did I not realize it, neither did the professor. Sure, he thought it was valuable as the remnant of an ancient empire, but in the grand scheme of things, he thought it was just an old stone.

But the more I thought about it, the more I thought about the markings on the stone, the more I realized that this might just be the fabled Stone of Shamu.

The Stone of Shamu was a sapphire that was said to have magical properties. Dubbed the Stone of Decision by some scholars, it was placed around the head, and usually held in place by a simple leather strap. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that plain-looking stone that I’d dug up just might be the Stone of Shamu and that’s when I started to think that I might want to have another look at it.

Everyone knew Sharon had the hots for the professor and if the rumors about the professor were to be believed, by the time the dig was done, the professor would have his cock inside her. He had a history of bringing hot looking girls out on his digs and then fucking the hell out of them and no one doubted that he wouldn’t do it again. The amazing thing was even though everyone knew what he was going to do, there were still girls who were willing to let it happen.

So I let Sharon in on my suspicions, in part because I wanted her to see I was as smart as the professor and in part because I wanted someone who could come to my defense if the professor found out what I was doing.

We let ourselves into the storeroom late that night after everyone had gone to sleep and we quickly found the stone. “That’s it,” Sharon asked dubiously.

I nodded. “Want to try it out,” I asked.

“Okay.” She still didn’t believe that the stone was what I said it was but she was willing to try.

I held it up against her forehead and then I pulled it away. “Feel anything,” I asked.

“Nope. Nothing.”

Shit. I’d thought for sure it was the Stone of Shamu but then I started to think about the literature. Maybe the strap was important. Maybe you couldn’t have two people in contact with the stone at the same time. “Let’s try something else,” I said. I fastened some twine to either end of the stone and then I pulled it tight around Sharon’s head.

The effect was immediate. Sharon’s face went totally blank. There was no expression at all. “Sharon,” I said, “Sharon, can you hear me?”

Nothing. I pulled the stone away and Sharon’s face quickly became animated.

“I don’t think this is going to work,” Sharon said. “I kept trying to tell you that but I don’t think you could hear me.”

I was amazed. Sharon had said nothing of the sort. The only one who had said anything was me.

And that’s when it came to me. She was wondering if I could hear her when that was just what I had asked her. Had I put that thought in her head? There was only one way to find out.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “I think something happened. Let’s try it again.”

“All right,” she said dubiously.

I put the stone back in place. “You want to fuck me,” I said and then I took the stone away.

“I know what you want,” the girl said. “It’s all so clear now. You lure me out here with some bull shit story but all you really want to do is to fuck me.”

Okay, I thought, so I was wrong and she wasn’t as out of it was I thought she was, and she was onto me now.

But then I realized that what she was thinking was exactly what I had said but only she was seeing it from her point of view. You to her was me, so of course, she thought I wanted to fuck her.

“Let’s try it one more time.”

“No way, you ass hole. I’m onto you now. I know what you really want.”

“I don’t want to fuck you.”

“Bull shit! I know what you want. You can’t fool me.”

“I’m not trying to fool you—”

“Yes, you are. You just want to fuck me.”

I sighed. “Every guy in camp wants to fuck you,” I said with exasperation. “You’re the only girl in camp and you’re totally hot but that’s not why I asked you here.”

That seemed to mollify the girl. “I knew it,” she said. “I knew you wanted to fuck me.”

“So can we try just one more test.”

“I guess, just so long as you don’t try to fuck me.”

“I won’t try to fuck you,” I promised.

“Okay,” she said grudgingly and then reluctantly, she let me put the stone in place.

Her face went blank. “I want you to fuck me,” I said and almost as quickly, I took the makeshift headband away.

“I know why you brought me here,” she said, “and I have to tell you … I think it’s a great idea.”

“What?”

“Well sure, silly. I mean back in the sleeping quarters, there are just too many people around, but here, here we can be alone. I know you want to fuck me, and I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard and so good.”

Sharon wasn’t about to wait for me to make up my mind. Her hand stroked the front of my jeans and then she was rubbing it over the ridge of my cock. “Let’s just see what we have here,” she said playfully.

Her hand worked my belt and then she was opening my jeans. Her fingers pulled my zipper down and then she was sliding her hand inside my pants. “Oh yeah,” she moaned as her hand once again stroked its way over my cock, “this is what I want.”

And then she was tugging at my jeans, pulling them down past my hips and pushing them past my knees. It wasn’t long before she had my underwear down, too, and then once again, she had her hand on my cock. “This is what I want,” she said again.

“Well, if that’s what you want, how about you give it a good suck.”

The girl shook her head even as her hand continued to stroke my cock. “’Fraid not,” she said. “I don’t do that, but I do want you to fuck me and I know you want to fuck me, too, so how about we do just that.”

Didn’t suck cock, huh? Well, we’d have to see about that. Before she even realized what I was about to do, I had the Stone of Shamu around her head and then I was pulling the strings taut and bringing the cool stone up against her forehead.

“You—” I stopped myself just in time. I’d almost said “you want to suck my cock.” That would have been great. I would have had her thinking I was an idiot and a cock sucker, a cock sucker because she’d be thinking I wanted to suck her cock, and an idiot because it was plain to see she didn’t have a cock.

I reworked the phrase in my head. “You love getting your cock sucked,” I said. “All boys do. You love getting your cock sucked and you’re in luck because I love sucking cock, more than almost anything. I love sucking cock.”

I took the stone away and awareness once more came back to Sharon’s face. Her hand stroked my cock as she looked at me. “You know what,” she said. “I got an idea. How about you let me suck your cock.”

“You sure,” I asked.

The girl nodded enthusiastically. “I know what you boys want,” she said, “and you’re in luck because I want it, too. I love sucking cock.”

And she wasn’t about to wait for me to come to a decision. Her hand stroked my shaft and then she was bringing her mouth down between my legs.

I moaned as she slid her mouth down around my cock and then I moaned again, and it wasn’t one of those halfhearted cock suckings either. It wasn’t one of those I’ll do this for you if you do something for me kind of cock suckings. It was clear she was sucking me because she wanted to and I loved it.

One of her hands squeezed me across the base of my cock even as the other fondled my balls. Her mouth made slurping sounds as she sucked on that cock.

Her hand stroked my cock even as her mouth took my cock. This was fucking incredible. Here was this girl who up until today, seemed to hardly know who the hell I was and all of the sudden, here was this girl sucking away on my cock like it was the best damned thing in the whole wide world.

“Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” I moaned. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Ew gross. Don’t you dare cum in my mouth,” she said.

Shit, I thought. I’d told her she loved sucking cock. I hadn’t told her she was going to love it when I came in her mouth. This was harder than it looked.

And to tell the truth, there was no way she wanted to let me put the Stone of Shamu back around her head, but what she did want was to suck my cock. Finally, I made her stop. “Look,” I said, “either you let me put this around your head or you can stop sucking my cock right now.”

“But I thought all you guys loved having your cocks sucked. Why can’t I suck it?”

“I’m not kidding,” I told her.

“Oh, all right.”

The girl still didn’t realize what the stone was making her do. To her, her abrupt changes weren’t changes at all. To her, the thoughts that the stone was putting in her head were her own thoughts, so me wanting to put a stone around her head, to her, that was just silly.

But as soon as I had the stone in place, I watched her face go blank. I said the words I wanted her to think. “I love to suck cock. I always have and I always will, and I love it when a boy cums in my mouth. I love to taste it and I love to swallow.” I pulled the stone away.

“Enough of that silly stone,” the girl said. “I love to suck cock, and you know what else. I love to swallow.”

That was all it took. After that, there was no more dithering around as to whether or not to swallow. She was going to eat my cum and that’s all there was to it.

I was going to cum. I could feel it happening. The girl’s little cock sucking mouth was just too good at what it did. I groaned and then I groaned again. I was going to cum. I was going to cum so hard.

I think Sharon knew it because she was looking up at me with these big wide eyes and then she’d look back at my cock. It was almost as if she was trying to tell me to hurry up and give her some cum to swallow.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t saying that but it really didn’t matter because one way or the other, she was going to get it. She was going to get a mouth full of cum.

I groaned and then I grunted and then I was doing it. I could feel my cum surge and then I grunted as I shot the first of it into her mouth.

Sharon was almost eager as she took that cum. She swallowed it down and then she readied herself to take even more. Her mouth was insatiable. She wanted cum, cum and more cum and she swallowed everything I had to give her and when I was done, there she was, still licking and sucking as she tried to get even more out of me.

I groaned as the girl continued to work her mouth over my cock. “You keep that up and you know what that means.”

The girl pulled her mouth from my cock even as she looked up at me questioningly.

“It means you’re going to get me hard again,” I told her. “It means I’m going to fuck you. You do want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

The girl nodded enthusiastically and then her mouth was back on my cock, licking and sucking and yes, getting me hard again.

I groaned softly to myself. It was time that Sharon got what I had brought her here for. I pulled my cock from her still cock sucking mouth. “Get down on your hands and knees,” I told her.

Sharon did as she was told. Instinctively, she knew that this was going to get her one step closer to getting a cock in her little, aching pussy.

“I’ve always loved your ass,” I told the girl even as I came up behind her and grabbed two handfuls of her nice round bottom. “I never thought I’d ever get a chance to see it naked, and I certainly never thought I’d get to see it naked while I was fucking your tight, little hole.”

The girl just groaned as she turned her head to look back at me. “Would you just stop talking so much.” she said, “and just go on and fuck me.”

A marvelous idea, I thought, and I moved to put her idea into action. She moaned as she felt my cock wedge itself up against her wet, little hole and she moaned even louder as I stuck myself inside her. “That’s it,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

She needn’t have worried about that. There was no way I was going to stop. I just kept fucking her and she kept right on moaning as her pussy continued to take my cock.

My hands continued to stroke her ass even as new thoughts presented themselves to me, thoughts that I thought would be fun to put in Sharon’s mind but thoughts that I knew if I did so, would have meant stopping or maybe just slowing down what I was doing and I wasn’t about to do that.

The girl was moaning even more loudly and her pussy was fucking me back. I knew what that meant. She was going to cum and I wanted her to do it. I wanted her to cum all over my hard-driving cock.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

She was almost there. She was so close. It was inevitable, and then it happened. She let out a gasp and then a cry and then she was laughing giddily as my cock finally did it. I could feel her tight, little pussy get even tighter as it squeezed my cock.

“Oh yeah,” the girl cried. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah, do me like that. Oh yeah, it feels so fucking good. Do me like that. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”

I just let her little pussy keep on keeping on as the girl continued to cum. The girl just couldn’t help herself. She was lost in the moment and she loved it.

She was on the downside of her orgasm. I could feel her pussy relaxing its grip just a little and the girl was sobbing just a bit. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she sobbed. “Thank you for fucking me like that. It’s just what I wanted.”

“You know, it doesn’t have to end there.”

“Huh?”

I slid my cock from her pussy and I was sliding it up between her cheeks.

“Oh no, honey,” she moaned. “I don’t want you to do me like that.”

As hot as Sharon was, I would have been happy to take her anyway I could but now that I knew what I could get from her, I wasn’t willing to settle for anything less than having it all.

I wrapped the Stone of Shamu around the girl’s head and once again, I pulled it tight in the back. “I want to get fucked in the ass,” I said.

The girl moaned as I pulled the stone away. “Oh geez,” she moaned. “You know what I’d really like?”

“What’s that,” I asked.

“I’d like to have you fuck me in the ass.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She wriggled her ass at me. “Come on, you ass hole, don’t make me beg for it. You got me here all alone. Now, I need you to come through for me. Fuck me in the ass.”

“If that’s what you want,” I told her and in the next instant, I was sliding my cock between her cheeks.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “That’s what I want. Fuck me in my ass. Fuck me in my ass.”

To be honest, by that time, I wasn’t much listening to what she was saying. I had my cock in her fucking ass, for chrissakes. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually fucking Sharon Fuller in her fucking cute ass.

The girl was on fire and her ass was just so fucking tight. That was a combination that I couldn’t ignore. My cock was hard and ready and it wanted to cum.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass.”

I couldn’t help it. I groaned as my cock unleashed itself inside her. I could hear the girl moan happily as she felt the cum begin to flow. This was what she now wanted. She wanted to be fucked in the ass.

“Oh God,” the girl said as I pulled my cock from her ass, “that was so great,” and then without even being told to do it, she started to lick at my cock.

“There’s one more thing I want you to do for me,” I told her.

I took the Stone of Shamu and I once again put it across her forehead. I had to make sure I had it down right. I had to make sure the things I said were from her point of view.

“I think Professor Shorenstein’s a jerk with a wimpy, little penis that could never satisfy me at all. I know he thinks he can fuck me but I know he never will. I’ll keep teasing him and taunting him and leading him on, but he’s never, ever going to get his wimpy, little cock inside me, and all the while while I’m teasing him, I’ll let all the rest of guys in camp use my body over and over again. I’ll be so slutty and so easy for them even as I keep the professor away.”

I looked at the girl. Her face was blank but I knew she was taking it. I couldn’t wait to see her humiliate the professor and right then and there, I decided that working this dig wasn’t going to be such a bad job after all.

THE END