The Perfect Beginning

Before I say it, I need to clarify something.  So like, last year we had "the talk."  In PE, they took all us girls together and we got the whole intro-sex talk: how men and women are different and the basics of it all. 

He puts his thing in the woman and deposits his icky sticky inside of us.  So yuck!  Soooooooo way not into this.  Super way not!  I'm not for a lot of reasons but when I think about it, I seems so much like a power thing.  With him doing that thing, it seems like a power/surrender thing.  Shuttering.  He's insider of her.  He leaves his gooey seed inside of us.  Not, Not, WAY Not.  Okay, so that. 

Then, some time ago, when this all began, I remember comparing Tim to a girl who swallowed.  That's funny.  Especially at first.  But it was kinda hot too.  Now it's not really funny to me but it always makes me smile.   Like it's a happy thought...and it's still hot!  Swallow, Timmy. That'a boy! Know what I mean?  Of course I do cuz we are the same girl, silly.  T

here's nothing graphic or gross about it, but it's still a hot idea. Maybe sometimes a little graphic but... : ) Yet it is still sooooooo hot to me.  And for like a while now, I've thought of what we do, how I speak to Tim as kinda like sex because it gets us so intensely into each other. 

Then this dream.  Like Oh my God, intense!  And so weird.  Like a part of me is extremely uncomfortable with it all.  Taking the swallowing thing further, I feel like I am impregnating him.  I'm impregnating his mind.  Oh my God!  Just looking at that sentence again and want to keep reading it. 

I love my body.  Totally do.  But in this dream it was a tiny bit diff.  So, like, in this dream, I had a big cock.  COCK.  Sitting with that.  So I find that disturbing because I LOVE my body.  Love being a girl.  Don't want to be a boy at all. 

Been thinking about this all day and am beginning to calm down about it some.  The thing that is upsetting to me is the idea that the dream suggests that deep down I wish I was a boy.  The thing is, I don't.  Not even a little. But it coming at me this way in a dream makes me need to wonder.  So all day I thought about it.  And now I see it differently.  I love being a girl and don't want to be a boy. 

The cock, my big, dream cock was not for me, it was for Tim.  Actually, it was for Kimmy.  In the dream, I was wearing my comfies.  They were these pink, cotton, threadbare Cinderanna pajamas I still wear but my mom bought me when I was 8 or 9 years old.  Super comfy but they wear like Seran Wrap. 

I put my hand on Tim's head and gently push down and without resistance, he lowered to his knees.  And then he sees what's in my shorts and his eyes go big and his mouth opens.  It's like fear, for sure, but maybe some desire too? 

It's long and thick and very swollen and the outline is pretty clear because it's so massive.  Like, mega-cock.

And I could feel it like throbbing or something. My fingers closed on a handful of his hair, we lock eyes and he understands.  He does not want to, but he does. It was a want, don't want kinda situation. Like, he for sure wanted it but he'd never done it before and because it was my dream, I knew he was scared because of who he'd be after he did something he could never take back or un-do.

Then he knew that he'd get a reputation. People would call him a slut or something worse behind his back. He knew it would define him. I know I'm a little bad for liking that.

I pull him in and he kisses it through my tiny shorts.  Wow, that felt good! He kept doing it too. Just gentle kisses through the thin cotton. I knew he was just trying to buy time, but it felt really good so I let him.

Eventually I tapped him on this nose with my finger-tip and then he just knew because he hooked his fingers in my waistband and gently lowered my pajama bottoms. 

Like, I should have been a little freaked but since it was my dream I was totally cool with it.  Like not freaked at all.  Now that I think about it, that's kinda neat. I was so calm and it all felt natural.

Anyway, it just like stuck out BOING, and it was HUGE.  Think Jack in the Box but instead it was a Cock in the Box and it shot way out of the box! Honestly, I have no idea how big it was in comparison cuz I've never actually seen one.  Like it's the size of a super, massive banana or gigantic cucumber or something.  Maybe a foot or longer and THICK.  Way thick. Weird?  My god, yes!  Like way.  But the dream is not about me, it's about Tim. 

I arched my eyebrow and he knew what to do.  While still looking me in the eye, he leaned in and gave it a nice, long lingering kiss.

It was weird cuz his expression was so beyond. It was like he looked both shy and hungry at the same time. I knew what he wanted but he waited for me to signal him. We both knew I was in control of it all.

I smiled and gave him a little nod.  It felt good but it was like an emotional thing too. He went back to kissing it. He kissed it all over and the longer he did this, the more he needed it. I gave him another nod and he opened his mouth.  Oh my, did he look worried!  Like super, way!  He looked terrified.  I knew he was scared of me, but also scared of what he wanted...needed.  It was one of those, I just knew because it was my dream, things. He was terrified. 

But he knew what to do.  Kimmys just know!  Laughing.  He opened his mouth and I slowly pulled his open mouth onto this huge, fat cock.  I pulled him all the way onto it and it completely filled his mouth. 

Like really it was too big to take in a person's mouth. It was at least as thick as my wrist if not thicker. It was just too big to fit but because it was a dream, things had a way of working out.  Like if I can fly in a dream...

Deep, deep...deeper still, down his throat. I pushed him off and slowly pulled him back onto it.  I repeated it and then started timing my hips to it all so I was "doing it" to his mouth.  Like, full-on, doing it!  And boy did he suck...in a good way. 

When it went it, it was like reaching all the way to his stomach. We were going deep. I was doing it to him but he was doing it back to me.

He was sucking to get what he needed so badly.  Like he needed what I had.  He needed me inside of him.  He was the one, him, it was Tim who needed to be mounted and penetrated. He was the one who wanted that role. It was his place and purpose in the relationship, not mine.  We were looking at one another in the eyes and we both knew it.  This is your place and we both know it.

I was going back and forth between having one hand on his head to two.  I could see it all like I was watching it as an outsider and I looked GOOD.  Standing that way with my feet apart, holding his head while slowly thrusting in and pulling out...I looked powerful.  And sexy.  Way! 

It was like we were having a conversation and he made it clear that he knew his place.  Like: I mount you, Tim. In this relationship, you're the one who gets mounted, gets penetrated. I do "it" to you and you "take it." Like this! This was where he belonged and we both knew it.  Like right in this position.  On your knees. Prayer position. You pray to me! Perfect!  

Show me how happy this makes you. And he did! He began wagging his tail as I did it to him. Yes, yes, happy Kimmy. Ha, ha! I knew what he was saying back to me even if he could not say it with words. He loved it. He wanted to be this, but just for me. I was turning this boy into a slut.

And I could feel his shame too because I now knew who he really was. And it felt better and better and better and better...  Figure out what happened next?  

And the boy part was not really a real life boy-part.  Or, it was at first. Just this huge cock. But at some point in the dream it changed. It became more like a snake because it could move like one.  It was this long, thick python-cock. It almost had a mind of its own!  Actually, it did have a mind of it's own, but we were definitely a team. Yay, team!

It wanted to be in his mouth too!  We (me and my boy-part-snake-dick) wanted his lips around it and we wanted it deep down his throat. 

In and out, in and out...And I could see the fear in his eyes because he knew what was coming.  And then it exploded!  It was a LOT too.  It was like pumping into him. 

Some seeped out of his mouth and it was all white and creamy and gooey.  And here is what it was all about.  I was impregnating him!  And I see myself fucking him this way and somehow repeatedly impregnating him with my seed. Day after beautiful day.  I feel like every time I say something to him that breaks him down a little, my cute, mean little words, every time I humiliate him with love, I shoot like a huge load deep inside of him. 

I push it in his face and cuz it's big, I can tell he's not sure.  But the boy is already on his knees, in position.  One hand on my hips and the other has a good hold of his hair and he knows what's coming.  The thick snake penis pushes up against his lips and snakes its way past his lips, into his mouth and deep down his throat.  Because it's my dream, I know he wants it...and doesn't.  Like he's reluctant, but he knows what he actually needs and deep down inside, what he wants. 

Wow.   Hope I can concentrate on my studies!

*

Dearest Me,

Holy macaroni, I had the dream AGAIN!  This is important. 

A lot the same as last night.  He on his knees and wants it, but doesn't want it and is totally unsure and uncertain and insecure. Like he's in a complete state of want/don't want again because like last night, it was a first time thing.  Oh my god, ADORABLE!

At that point I needed it almost as badly as he did.  Out of my jean zipper came my snake penis thing.  It's a totally normal man-cock, but it's huge and I only compare it to a snake because while we want the same thing, it seems to have a mind of its own and moves around all by itself.

It moved around his face a little like it was feeling for his mouth.  It was kinda teasing and frightening him. He looked petrified because like, a part of him does not want to suck it and become a slut and another part is scared because it's like a snake, a big, mean, man eating, predatory python. Beautiful!

With big eyes, he stayed absolutely still, like with one wrong move, it might bite him. He was the prey and my snake cock was hunting for him. He was like a scared, little mouse. So CUTE! Love him that way.

It started trying to worm its way into his mouth and it was very strong. 

He did not move but he tried to keep it out. We both know that eventually it's going to get mad though and do something. He can't keep it out and we all know a part of him does not want to.  Like he's totally unsure of what he wants.  Love that.  Not sure why but I do. 

But like now, it was sorta bullying him. He's being bullied by my snake cock and he now has to accept that I'm a witness to his deep shame. He's weak and I know all about it. He's weak and he's being taken advantage of. He's being raped. and I was this weird witness and participant. Strange.

Like, I know his shame now. More than that. Since I now know how to trigger his awareness of it all, I'm mastering his shame. I'm controlling him in part by controlling his sense of shame. Ownership. POP! Oh my god!

It kept pushing and he gave into it. It slipped in and it felt so so good.  Like, oh my god, good! I smiled with so much happiness! Love seeing his mouth and eyes go big at the same time.  He started sucking and it...mmmm, just wonderful. 

Slowly, in and out.  Not all the way out because I love seeing his mouth stretch wide.  I can see he almost wants to cry, but he's turned on too. 

My snake cock could grow and pushed way, way down his throat, like all the way to his stomach. It would pull itself out and then extend back in and down. HOT. Getting close...getting close... and then it hits me and I just start shooting this thick, milky cum down his throat.  Just like the night before.  Like, it feels so incredibly good, my whole body starts shaking and I almost can't stand up.

As it happens, we have that like wordless, psychic conversation again and we both understand that he's now pregnant enough that he can't fight me anymore.  He can't deny or fight against what he wants so badly.  What I've turned him into. He wants me, of course.  He wants me to control him.  He needs my thoughts and my feelings to I don't know, like guide him or something. 

Oh My God, that makes me so hot!  And it is totally like intercourse or love making because we are always closer afterward. 

Pumping him so very full. Then the cock pulls out so just the tip is in his mouth before pumping its last full mouth load. We want it in his mouth. Like, he has a complete mouth full of it so he can taste it. His mouth is completely full of my magic girl seed and he needs to swallow a few times to get it all down. So dirty. 

And it goes on, every day. Want him on his knees with his mouth wide and my thing so deep inside of him as I grab him by the hair and just keep doing it to him, just keep pumping him full of my hot love, my seminal fluid, my cum...again and again and again. 

Each time I do it, I totally impregnate him with more of my juice.  Cum, seminal fluid, seed: I used to think all those words were creepy. Like actually repulsive. Not anymore. Now I LOVE them. Mount and penetrate...again and again and again... And he NEEDS it now.  Like so bad.  Turing him into my little cum slut.  Swallow, Kimmy. Pop!

Can't believe I wrote that, cuz I heard some over-boys say that and thought it was soooooo gross!  Now kinda get it though.  

Like he's now addicted to this dirty, dirty thing...that only I can give him. God, the idea makes me just want to keep doing it and doing it.  Mount, penetrate, pump, impregnate, repeat. Yay!

Just want to pump it into his mouth and fuck his mind.  He did not used to need this, but now he does.  It's too late for him now cuz he's changed. Because of me. Now he's a slut for this.  Like it's the new him and there is no way to undo it. Love that!

Now we are just going to do it more and more and each time he'll totally need to take it and take it bigger and harder and swallow more and more of my thick, creamy, gooey, magic, girl seed.  Goodness gracious!  NEED to lay down! Just want to shoot and pump and shoot and pump and keep putting it in him. Keep putting myself in him. Fill him all the way with my thick, creamy seed.

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After several weeks together, they took another big step.  Sitting at the dinning room table, Michele stared at Tim as he focused on his work.  Since they established the course of their evenings, he attacked his homework with intensity, wanting to get through it as quickly as possible.  The hint of a smile teased the corners of her mouth as she studied the boy's face.  She liked his face. 

That's going to be my face.  I'll own it...along with his arms and hands and the rest of his body...and his soul. Mount, pump, impregnate, repeat! Fill him with my magic girl seed. 

And then, as though in dialogue with Tim:

I'm taking control of you. 

The smile broadened. 

Each day, I gain a little more control.  Each day you lose a little bit more of yourself to me.  Each day you open wide and take it. Each day I feed you my magic girl seed and you can't get enough. That's right, keep sneaking peeks at my butt and need it!  Keep looking, keep wanting, keep needing.  A little more silken web... What do you think about that?  

What?  I uh, umm, I'm not sure.  

I'm turning you into my little-boy-puppet.  Don't you just love it! Can you feel me tying the strings to your arms and legs?  Can you feel my string on your little boy part?  Does that feel good?  Does it hurt just a little?

Umm, I'm uh, not sure...maybe.  

Of course you do.  I'm going to enjoy tying that one extra tight.

Then I'll make you dance for me like a good puppet!  

More and more often, Michele found herself thinking and visualizing in metaphor.  She smiled at the vision of Tim as her puppet.  The size of a Barbie, she fastened strings to his neck, wrists, ankles and cock and balls. 

God, it's always hard! 

With her fingers and the most casual effort, she controlled his body and mind. 

What fun! 

So far, all the work that went into it was a labor of love.

Michele liked that she was interested in a boy and she loved Tim's attention. 

She was at a confusing and stressful time for a girl. She and her peers were in school with over-kids. She and her friends had no sexual desire but they had bodies the over-boys wanted. And without being sexual, girls still wanted the attention of boys. 

She knew a lot of girls were freaked out by it.  Girls were just beginning to think about life after taking blockers for so long. Even as the vast majority remained on them, they were thinking about boys and relationships anyway.

You wanted a guy, but you didn't want a guy, but you were supposed to want a guy, but which guy?  A guy was interested in you but you were not interested in him or you liked a guy and he did not know you existed. 

If you liked a boy, how were you supposed to act around him or how was she to let him know?  And if he liked you, how were you supposed to react?  And there was all the jealousy of the prettiest girls.  Girls turned against one another for the attention of boys.  

And the whole notion of "being sexy" just struck Michele as so incredibly preposterous.  First of all, girls her age did not even now what sexual arousal felt like. Whenever she considered the exaggerated sexual posing and "sexy" behavior of models and TV actresses and tried to imagine acting that way herself, she wanted to somehow bust out laughing and cringe and shiver with repulsion at the same time. 

Yet now with Tim, Michele was not freaked out like some of her friends and the other girls at school.  She was more than comfortable with it all.  It was fun, really fun...and it felt natural.  She knew how to turn on her sex appeal, but it was not some silly, slinky pretend show.  

She knew Tim was crazy for her butt and almost without thought she put on a show for him.  As soon as he came over, she was strutting her haughty strut, sauntering, twirling and sometimes actually pushing out her bubbly, bubble-butt, all the while pretending not to know what she was doing to him.  It became a game and it felt so natural to her that she took nothing but comfort and pleasure from it all. 

Making him want her body, focusing his attention on her bottom engendered within her a vague sense of arousal and a distant, yet ever present sense of eroticism that was both pleasurable and comforting.  Enticing Tim turned her on in a sort of way that made her feel like she was merely holding hands with her own arousal.  She was turned on sexually, but the sensation was almost like background music; she could enjoy it without it dominating her attention and distracting her from her responsibilities as Tim's babysitter. 

Michele liked to pretended that she was hypnotizing him with her butt.  She'd laugh to herself as she thought it was a little silly, but she took a pleasure from it and ultimately she gained a comfort and confidence from her body that she'd enjoy for the rest of her life.  She felt lucky. 

And she was realizing that her sex appeal went so far beyond her body.  Tim was aroused by her as a person.  She'd noticed from the beginning, he was aroused when she was a bitch to him.  It was so fun!  She just had to be herself and the effect on Tim was obvious.

When she bossed him around, he got sexually excited.  When she was hard on him, even to the point that she knew others would think mean, his big cock got all hard for her.  She loved watching his reaction, she liked watching him grow hard, as it became the feeling of power. 

Power felt very good to Michele.  Power was both comforting and arousing.  She loved that she could both lord over him and completely cut him down to size and he responded emotionally and sexually, because she found it turned her on both emotionally and sexually.