She couldn’t breathe, and she began to fall unconscious as I fucked her young throat hard; she just couldn’t breathe. Right before she slipped, I pulled out and forced her lungs to expand, and suddenly, she snapped forward, fully awake again, gasping for air, only to find my cock buried down her throat again, fucking, fucking, fucking her face, drowning on dick, until she almost passed out again, and I pulled out and forced her back to her senses.
It’s so perfect that way, fucking a little twelve-year-old’s throat with no vomit or violent choking or anything, just you, large and deep down her open throat, hammering away harder and harder each stroke. I repeated the process again. And again. Each time, I raped her throat right up to the point of unconsciousness, then pulled out and brought her back.
I just need to do it one more time, I thought. The opportunity only exists at this age, this vulnerable age when they’re just coming into their own minds, and only under severe emotional and physical stress. And I raped her throat again, hammering at it hard and fast once more, and as she started to fall unconscious again, I pulled out and brought her to breathe again. She gasped and gasped and — bingo.
Her mind snapped as she gasped in the air. Her mind broke open, and she was mine, truly mine, my normal control reached into her mind itself. As she gasped for air I worked quickly — you only get a couple moments, ten seconds of breathing, or so, and it’s gone.
Is it hypnosis? Or Stockholm syndrome? Well, with a psychic like me, it’s the most amazing tool in the world: you get to rewrite the mind itself, just for a few seconds. I set the seeds of high-metabolism and the seeds that would make her grow busty, the seeds that would make her eyes grow properly, so that in a year or two, as she grew, she would no longer need the glasses.
She would be beautiful, athletic, well-endowed — and I spent most of the remaining seconds just amping up her creative talents and her intellect, making her as brilliant as Einstein. I didn’t have long enough to grant her all of my psychic abilities — I never do — but I gave her some ability to sense the emotions of those around her. She would never be scared of anything — not of her peers, not of the dark, not of me, not of anything.
And then her mind was no longer broken open, but had closed itself. But my changes were at work. I could feel them in her mind. She was becoming more creative, more intelligent, beginning to see the world in a deeper sense, beginning to see herself. Her gasps changed from those of a drowning victim into thosee of a person born anew. She looked up at me with wide, brilliant eyes and said, “I never knew– oh my goodness! — the world is so huge, and I can feel — all of it.” Her words, not mine. I wasn’t controlling her words anymore, or forcing those paralytic chemicals to stick around in her head.
She woke up. For once. For all.
See, you think I’m just a perv. And I am. But it’s more than that. She is now the most brilliant student at her school. She’ll be the next Einstein, and she’ll never regret it. She’ll never fear the dark again, or be unpopular, or feel alone. In my darkness, I have brought forth a dazzling light into the world. When I die one day, I will go to hell for my actions: but my actions were right, and even God’s not going to take that away from me. This is my canvas, my chance to bring beauty into an otherwise dark and barren world.
I let her stare up at the cosmos as the full moon cleared the trees. The camera was still running as she stared up for several minutes, breathing, soaking it all in. All of those science classes about how these are huge stars far away, and she was just now grasping the enormity of the world and the enormity of the cosmos around it. Finally, she grabbed me and hugged me tight and said, “Thanks, Daddy. You were right — it’s just like a little shot, and then, all better.” Again, her words, not mine. I no longer had to. She cried tears of joy into my shoulder.
I was still hard, of course, but this was her moment to shine, so I just stared up at the stars with her, holding her close. Finally, she kissed me on the lips like a proper adult — which she was — straddling my hips. She had one hand between her legs and the other around her nipples and said, “So this is what you wanted to show me, huh? It feels soo goooood.”
I couldn’t say anything anymore, had to just pull her hips up to my mouth and nibble at her clitty. I tried to press my tongue inside her, but she had a very tight maidenhead. But I still felt her thoughts, and focused on the clitty, where all her spikes of pleasure seemed to be coming from, and I absolutely enjoyed her taste. I laid her onto her back with my face still buried between her legs, until I feel curiosity rising within her mind.
She rolls me back onto my knees, and there she goes, all on her own: she’s taking me into her mouth. Voluntarily. Imaginatively. Her little eyes gleam through her glasses with intelligence as they look up at me, and up at the camera. She looks so cute in them. And as she grows, her eyes will shape back normally, and she’ll look like a supermodel well into her forties. And she is beautiful now.
Absolutely beautiful, and creative, and amazing, and completely in love with me. I’m so sad that I never have the time to give them similar psychic powers to mine. Maybe it just takes practice. “Mmm, Daddy,” she says of her own free will, sucking on my balls. “Could you do what you were doing before, Daddy? Fucking my throat?”
I lay down on my back and lay her across my chest, in a 69-type position. And I grab her by her sandy brown hair and oblige her little freckled face, pressing my cock all the way into her throat. Oh, she gags, because I’m not in her head anymore, but she soon learns how to ignore the feeling and take it like a star.
I pump her throat faster and faster, and she gags more and more, and suddenly I force my entire length down her throat, nibbling on that sweet tiny clitty, lapping at her little asshole. I can’t hold back any longer as I fuck her throat, and I start to cum deep inside her, spraying right into her throat while my entire cock is buried in her mouth. There she is, sucking every last drop of cum out of my cock to taste it. But she senses that something’s odd. My dick is not softening.
I control my own body just like I can control someone else’s; I can go for seconds and thirds and fourths, until my psychic abilities are drained to the limit and I start to get a bit of a headache. And each time, it’s the fullest load of cum that the human body can produce, jet after jet after jet. My girl is staring up into the camera, standing up and looking right into it. As I get up onto my knees, she looks at me and flashes this bright big wonderful “I just made Daddy cum!” smile, and I hug her close to me. My cock sticks suggestively between her upper thighs like that.
“Did you mean what you made me say, Daddy? About fucking my butt too?”