Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2016 10:01:14 -0400 From: Full Name Subject: TS/Teen "Lanie" Like all of my stories, this is fiction and fantasy. Please donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As always, I welcome comments: lovepinkpumps@excite.com I'd like to hear from you. And please note my email address if you want to comment on this and my other stories. Sorry I've had to do that. Lanie By Pink Pumps Chapter 1 There was a game I loved to play, starting when I was around eight years old – and I'll get to that – but first a little about me. I guess I'm an unabashed exhibitionist. Well, I KNOW I am. The only reason I wore clothes to school when I was young was because I had to. But as soon as I was at home, off they came. My Mommy was fine with that – she said I had a tight bubble butt, long legs, and I was too pretty to be covered up. We lived out in the country, and there was a large forest behind our house, so it was extremely private. I used to play naked in the backyard and developed an overall tan that Mommy said was VERY cute! She said my tanned butt and legs were to die for, but I really didn't understand that at the time. But they are. Actually the game I mentioned was one WE played, my Mommy and me. There were times when she had lady friends over and I'd burst into our den butt-ass naked, then pretend I was "surprised" to find Mommy had company. But there was a hook to our little game: Once I was in the den and the ladies saw my beautifully tanned, naked body – and my peepee at attention – I would stand for a few seconds in "shock and embarrassment," then dash back to my room ... UNLESS the ladies asked me to stay. Believe it or not, it happened more than not. A LOT more than not. There are apparently soooo many women out there very into CFNM ... especially when a little boy is involved. After I was asked to stay, most of the ladies wanted me to sit on their laps. They would cup my asscheeks, caress my thighs and back ... some even softly fondled my two-inch stiffy. When that happened, I would put my arms around their necks, kiss their cheeks, lay my head on their shoulders, and give contented sighs. "Marge! He is the cutest thing!" they just about all said. My Mommy's name is Margret, by the way, and I'm Lane. Sometimes Mommy would have me serve coffee to the ladies while I was naked. As you can probably guess, I had my favorites – one was my Aunt Judy. Of course, she was not my real aunt, but you get the picture. It was in July of my 12th year that things really began to perk. Aunt Judy was paying a visit, and as usual I was naked. I was sitting on her lap and she was fondling my peeny when Mommy asked me to run into the kitchen for more coffee. I hadn't had a haircut since school was dismissed for the summer, and my very curly red hair was almost to my shoulders. As I dashed to the kitchen, Aunt Judy said, "My god, Marge, Lane looks just like a little girl from behind with that ass, those legs and hair! He would be a beautiful little girl!" Mommy quickly agreed. I had looked at my naked self in the mirror enough to know my hair, butt and legs didn't look at all like the other boys I went to school with. So when Aunt Judy was at our house, Mommy would dress me up in all sorts of girly things – sundresses, tight miniskirts and tube tops, party dresses with lace and petticoats ... there was almost NO limit to what I wore for Mommy and Aunt Judy. When I dressed for them, I became "Lanie" instead of "Lane." I loved being called "Lanie," even more so today as I live as a special girl. Just so you'll know, I'm Sweet 16 now. Mommy and Aunt Judy say I'm a Lolita. And I started on hormones when I was 12. I don't have to tell you what that has done to my bootie and skin, do I? After I graduated from middle school, Mommy sent me to a private high school where NOBODY had ever heard of "Lane." So "Lanie" went to school every day dressed in her schoolgirl outfit – pleated plaid skirt, white blouse, white knee-highs with little black bows, and Mary Jane's with three-inch heels. I almost always wear white cotton panties and a white lace bra cradling my 32Bs these days, but if I'm feeling especially naughty ... well, I'm sure you get it. Maybe I'll tell you all about me in high school and the guys I date. Would you like that? I'm not a virgin (you'll soon see why), and there is a guy I date that I want to do the nasty with. I just have to figure out a way to let him know I'm special, and make sure he wants me. He will. I know it. But back to when I was 12: It took some effort on my part, but Mommy taught me how to walk in high heels, and I would be to handle four-inch, come-fuck-me stilettos by the time of my unveiling. Five-inchers were definitely on the horizon! At first, I wore pumps with straps across the instep for support, but I was able to transition to traditional pumps, then on to strappy sandals as the summer went along. Mommy and Aunt Judy said my legs look soooo long in heels. But they're really long, even without heels. Mommy added stockings and garterbelts after I mastered heels, and she and Aunt Judy loved to watch me walk around, taking short feminine steps, my cute ass swaying. They still do. I've built up a very nice wardrobe of pretty, sexy, femmy things. By the way, my voice is that of a little girl, and I love that, too. "Passable" just doesn't come close to describing me. Mommy and Aunt Judy said I was a sexy little dream girl back then. I'm even hotter now. But I STILL like the feeling I get when I'm totally, bare-assed naked! ESPECIALLY when I'm outdoors. Chapter 2 I mentioned the nearby forest, and I couldn't resist a little naked exploration as the summer wore on. I didn't know my way around in the woods all that well, so I would venture out a little farther each day. I was up to well over a mile deep when things got REALLY exciting. There was a clearing I liked to go to. I'd stashed a blanket nearby and I would lay on it, working on my tan and feeling my peepee. Thanks to Mommy and Aunt Judy, I was having dry orgasms, and I would stay in my little spot until I had one ... or two ... or more ... I'm multiorgasmic, I'm happy to say. One day, I'd made my way to my special place, but hadn't put down my blanket yet and was still standing. Normally the woods are silent, but for the wind rustling through the trees, and the sounds of birds and crickets. But I heard a twig snap behind me, and I was too fucking scared to turn around. There are a few bears in the woods, but none had ever come close to me. In the back of my mind, I KNEW there were no wolves in this area, but minds play tricks, don't they? Was I about to be attacked by a wolf? Then I heard a man's voice: "What's a little girl doing out in the woods naked and all by herself?" The voice was soothing; concerned; as if the man feared for my safety. I turned to face the man. Even though I was scared shitless, my two-inch thingy erected! "Oh!" the man said, looking me over from head to toe, paying close attention to my peepee. "I swear you look just like a pretty little girl!" (Where had I heard that before?) "What's you're name, sweetheart?" he asked. He sounded so nice and kind, and I relaxed a little. But my little stiffy sure didn't go away. I began to slowly walk toward him. "Sir," I said. "My name is Lane, but ... well, I like Lanie better." He said, "So do I. `Lanie' is a very pretty girl's name. And you're a very pretty little girl." I managed to thank him. He sat on a log and motioned for me to come over, inviting me to sit beside him. I felt so naked and exposed! I'd been naked in front of people – well, women only – SO many times, but I'd NEVER felt like this! I felt so girly to be naked sitting next to a MAN! "Tell me sweetie," he said, "why did you decide to change from `Lane' to `Lanie?'" So I told him. Everything. From my naked little boy antics, to my Mommy and Aunt Judy dressing me like a little girl. I told him I could walk in heels, and how I love the sound they make on the hardwood floors of our house; I told him about ALL my girl clothes; I told him I loved the way garterbelt straps tug at my stockings ... "It certainly sounds like you enjoy being a little girl, Lanie," he said. "And you are very, very pretty." "Oh, I do like it!" I giggled. "But what's your name?" "Honey, I'm Arthur, and it's so nice to be with such a beauty." "So you think I'm beautiful?" "Sweetheart, you're a little creampuff. A girly dream. Your mother did the right thing letting you become a little girl." I was starting to loosen up after all those compliments, but my stiffy was OUTRAGEOUS! Well, as outrageous as two pink circumcised inches can be. Then Arthur told me about himself. He lived on the other side of the woods, and was a website designer and graphic artist, working from home. He wasn't married and had no children. "I like being alone in the quiet woods sometimes," he said. "Until today, that is." I actually blushed! Me! The one who brazenly ran around naked in front of a dozen women at a time! HE made ME shy! "Honey, I didn't mean to embarrass you!" he said. I have to admit I LOVED his terms of endearment: Honey, sweetheart, sweetie ... "You didn't, Arthur," I assured him. "It's just that I've never been naked with a man. It's different." "Do you like it?" he asked. "Yes, very much!" As brazen as I am, I still can't get over what I did next! "I'm naked," I said. "You get naked, too." I grabbed his hand and helped him stand. ("I shouldn't do this; I can get in serious trouble," he thought to himself. "But she's so cute and sweet, I can't disappoint her.") Arthur slipped off his t-shirt, then unzipped his jeans, let them fall to the ground and stepped out of them. He was standing in front of me in just his tighty-whities. I knew boys wore tighty-whities, but not MEN! But then again, I knew NOTHING of men AT ALL. His cock was erecting and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I knew what caused wood, and like I said, I'm pretty brazen. "Did I do that to you?" I asked, staring at his bulge. Now HE was embarrassed! "You did, sweetheart," he said. "So you like looking at me naked?" "More than anything. I've seen little girls and women naked, but they're not as sexy and feminine as you, honey." Remember I told him about what the women had done to me, and I was far from being shy now. "I've been touched; do want you to touch me?" I asked. "Sweetie," he laughed, "I can't touch you! I'd get in too much trouble!" "Okay," I said, disappointed. "But please take off your underwear and let me see your cock." He said he would under one condition: No touching! What came out off those tighty-whities was amazing: Long, thick, hairy, with purple head ... I mean, I'd seen dicks before, but only on the boys I went to school with. It had to be eight inches long and as big around as my wrist. It stood up, straight and proud. "Wow," was all I could manage. "Lanie, there's a stream not far from here," Arthur said. "Want to go skinny-dipping?" I didn't really know what that was, but if it meant I was still going to be naked and alone with him, I was all in. So he took me by the hand and led me through the woods to the stream. We swam and played for awhile – keeping our hands to ourselves, I'm sorry to say – then made our way back to the clearing. I spread out my blanket and begged Arthur to lie down with me. He did, and I snuggled up against him to get warm. "Will you at least hold me?" I pleaded. "I promise I won't touch it." Arthur wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest. He kissed my forehead (wow, electric!) and stroked my long hair. We both erected, but neither of us said anything. Wanting to be even closer to him, I looped my leg over him, accidentally brushing his hard cock. "I'm sorry, Arthur!" I said. And I was serious. I really didn't mean to do it! "That's okay, honey," he said. "It felt kinda' good." "So ... "No!" he cut me off and laughed. "I want to, honey. I do. But we can't." "Will you at least think about it?" I asked. Then I said meekly, "I mean, if you want to see me again." "Tell you what," he said. "Why don't we agree to meet here tomorrow. You think about it tonight, and I will, too. Let's both be sure. Okay, sweetie?" We stood up, I raised onto my tippy-toes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He smiled. That was progress, wasn't it? Chapter 3 Mommy was out when I got home, so I went upstairs and dressed in my favorite lingerie and heels. I clipped a pink lace garterbelt around my tiny waist, rolled a pair of sheer white stockings up my legs, snapped the garter clips, and slid on a pair of four-inch pink pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my flaming red hair was just WILD from air-drying after our swim. I thought it looked hot! I decided that's how I would would wear it tomorrow when I met Arthur. Then I heard Mommy's car pull into the garage. I ran down the stairs as fast as I dared in the heels I was wearing, and met Mommy as she was coming through the door. "My goodness!" she said. "My little girl looks so cute! Love your hair!" The stiffy I had was down right painful! I didn't know what blue balls were at the time, but I had a raging case. "Will you do my peepee, Mommy?" I asked. "Of course, sweetie!" she giggled. "Looks like my little Lanie needs it." I damn sure did! Mommy took me onto her lap, I looped my arms around her neck, and she softly stroked me into a shaking orgasm. After I caught my breath, I gave her a kiss on the lips. "Wow," she said. "My little girl was horney! What brought this on?" I left out Arthur's name, of course, but I told her the whole story. I told her he made me feel things I'd never felt being naked in front of woman. I also told her I wanted him to do man things to me so much! "I'm meeting him again tomorrow, Mommy," I said. "How do I get him to do stuff to me?" Mommy said, "Honey, that's a question I can't answer. If you're sure you're ready – I think you are – just keep seeing him and keep letting him know you want to be with him. As pretty and sexy as you are, I don't think he'll say no for long." I thought about that for a second, then said, "Mommy, I always feel girly, but he makes it feel so real. I want to touch his thingy – I really, really do – but I'm not sure I want him to touch mine like women do. What's wrong with me?" Mommy giggled, "Baby, it just means you want to be the girl and him be the man. Do you understand?" I shook my head no. Mommy sucked on a middle finger, then pushed it up to the first knuckle in my tiny pink pucker. "How does that feel?" she asked. I managed to moan, "Ooooh!" She moved her finger in to the second knuckle, and I moaned even louder. She began to give me my very first fingering. "Think about him doing this to you, sweetie," Mommy cooed as her finger went in and out. "Think about his manly finger. Think about what it will feel like for him to put his cock in you. Think about letting him fuck you." I squeaked, squealed and had my second orgasm in less than five minutes! I actually collapsed onto Mommy's boobies ... which are very nice, by the way. Mommy said sweetly, "My little girl is growing up and she wants a man. I think that's wonderful. Just be sweet little naked Lanie and see where it goes." I kissed her on the lips again, then fixed her a rum and Coke. I poured a glass of pink champagne for myself. Mommy and I snuggled on the couch for awhile, then we had dinner. After watching TV for awhile, I felt myself beginning to nod off. After the swimming and the sweet orgasms, why wouldn't I be exhausted? Mommy picked me, carried me into her room and laid me down on the bed. She helped me take off my heels and lingerie, then slipped a light yellow babydoll over my body. "You're sleeping with me tonight, sweet Lanie," she said. All I could say was before I fell asleep for good was: "I want to see him again, Mommy." If she responded, I didn't hear it. Chapter 4 The next day, Arthur and I arrived at the clearing at almost exactly the same time. I was completely naked – my fiery red hair a sexy tangled mess – but he had on shorts and a polo shirt. I ran to him, jumped into his arms, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and kissed him on the lips. He didn't pull away, so I flicked my tongue into his mouth. Brazen! Before I knew it, I was in the middle of one of the very best kisses I would ever have! "I missed you so much, Arthur!" I said. "Honey, it's only been a day!" he laughed. "I know. But it felt like FOREVER! Take you clothes off, please! Please!" Arthur stripped, I guided him to the our log, and plopped onto his lap. We kissed again and we both sprouted stiffies; mine tiny, and his that big ole monster. "I need to tell you something," I said. "You're going to get mad at first, but I promise it's not bad. I hope you'll give me time to explain everything." I whispered, "I told Mommy." And he DID get mad. He was SO pissed! He shoved me off of his lap, got up, gathered his clothes, and stormed off. I started to cry, "Wait, Arthur, please! Please wait! Pleeeease let me tell you everything. Please!" I was sobbing now. "Please don't go!" I begged. "Please let me explain!" He stopped, but didn't turn. I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed the side of my face to his back. It took me a little while to catch my breath, then I said, "I didn't tell Mommy who you were. She doesn't know your name or where you live. I would NEVER get you in trouble." I started crying again. "Arthur, Mommy is okay with everything. She can tell how much I like you, and she thinks I'm old enough to be with a man." Then I whispered, "I thought you liked me, too. I'm sorry. You're not going to get in any trouble. I'll go now." I turned to walk away; my heart broken. Then I heard the two most beautiful words in my young life: "Lanie, wait." Chapter 5 Arthur steered me back to our log and pulled me onto his lap. "I'm sorry I shoved you. I hope I didn't hurt you," he said. "Lanie, I do like you. Very much. But it's dangerous for us to be together. I could go to jail if we got caught. I'd be accused of molesting a child." "Arthur, no one but Mommy will ever know the whole truth about us," I said. "I like you too much to get you in trouble. I promise." We kissed for awhile. He was so sweet ... and forgiving. Then I slid off his lap and positioned myself between his legs. Looking up at him, I batted my big green eyes. That was completely involuntary – I swear it was – because I wanted to please him so much. "Please let me do this," I said. He nodded, so I took his cock in my hands and examined it. I kissed the purple circumcised head, then licked up and down the shaft. This was my first cock to suck and I was an amateur, I admit, but I still made him moan. I fell in love with that sound! As much as his dick amazed me, his balls were even more awe inspiring. They were as big as hen's eggs. Well, that's a stretch, I know, but they ARE big. I cradled them gently, then took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. When it hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little. "Go slow, Lanie," he said. "Take as long as you want. If you go that fast, I'll cum, and I want this to last. What you're doing feels so good." I began to slowly boob up and down on his cock and I felt sensations I'd never experienced – my pootie-hole started to tingle and spasm. I didn't know why, but it felt great. Maybe that's the way a pussy feels when a woman gets wet? After a few minutes, Arthur said, "Lanie, honey, I'm getting close, and it's going be a lot, so maybe ..." I thought I knew what that meant, and managed to get my mouth off before he exploded. The first ropes hit me squarely in the face and splashed onto my hair! The rest dribbled down my chin and onto my flat chest. I was a mess! Arthur took his polo and wiped off as much of his cum as he could, but I was COVERED! My hair was just MATTED with cum. We walked through the woods to the stream. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him, so I put mine around his waist! SWEET! Arthur waded out up to his waist, then let me stand. He gently washed me off and scooped handfuls of water over my hair. "Wait," I giggled, and ducked under the water, doing my best to get all the cum out of my hair. After I rinsed three or four times, we waded to the bank, found a grassy spot and laid down. I wrapped my legs and arms around Arthur, and laid my head on his chest. After a little while, he said, "Lanie, I want you to feel good, but I don't think I can do to you what you just did to me." I actually started laughing. "It's okay," I said. "Really. Mommy sort of explained how I'm a girl and you're a man. That's how I want us to be." He said, "I understand, baby. I do. I read a lot, and I know what `bottoms' and `tops' are. If you're interested, you can come to my house and I can show you about it on the internet. "But what can I do for you NOW to make you feel good?" "Well, I guess you could fuck me," I giggled. "Just not here. The ground is too hard. But would you want to?" "Yes," he said. "I'd like to very much, Lanie." "You'd be my first, and I know it'll hurt, as big as you are," I giggled again. "Would you be okay with that?" "I'd be honored to take your virginity," Arthur said. I untangled, rolled onto my all-fours, arched, and said, "Lick your finger, then put it me, Arthur." Boy did he ever! He was in my pooper only to his second knuckle when the first dry orgasm flowed over me. By the time his finger was all the way in, I had another. After the third, I surrendered in exhaustion! We stayed naked until dusk – kissing; me sucking him; him fingering me. "Want me to walk you home?" he asked. "You aren't scared to be seen with me?" I replied. "Well, now that you mention it ... " "Go!" I laughed. "See you tomorrow?" he asked, almost pleading. "Maybe," I said coyly. Then I giggled. "Of course you'll see me tomorrow! How could I not come see my hunky boyfriend." His jaw dropped! I swear it did! I turned and walked away, giving a little finger wave over my shoulder. I KNEW he was watching my sweet naked ass sway. Chapter 6 The next day, believe it or not, I wore a sundress. It was pretty, very short, and baby-blue. But I wasn't wearing panties and I was barefoot. My hair was – yet again – a tangled, but sexy mess! After we'd been together a few times, Arthur said with my hair like that, I had a feral look. He said it made him think of raw, unbridled sex, and that's what I wanted! When Arthur saw me, he said, "You look even younger." "Is that a bad thing?" I asked. I damn sure hoped not. "No," he said. "Not at all. You're even more feminine." Later on, we were naked, and I was sitting on Arthur's lap after giving him what he termed a "mind-blowing" suck job. "Arthur," I said. "I talked to Mommy again and we may have figured something out. Would you be okay coming to my house? Please don't be scared. Mommy sees how much I care about you, and how happy you make me. If you will, I'll have a nice surprise for you." He replied, "Honey, I just don't ... " "PLEASE!" I begged. "It's okay! Mommy wants to met you. I want you to meet her! We'll make it worth it. Promise!" "Okay," he finally said, but very reluctantly. "I guess you know after only three days together I can't say no to you. But I can't go to jail, either." "You won't!" I all but screamed. "Come by after dark." I gave him directions, and headed home. Chapter 7 When I told Mommy that Arthur agreed to come to our house, she was almost as happy as I was. "Time to get my little Lanie ready for her first date!" Mommy said. I took a long, hot, scented bubble bath. Mommy washed and conditioned my hair, then rinsed me off and patted me dry. I was totally hairless – not a single pube yet – and her touch gave me a stiffy. "Honey, are you going to let him fuck you?" Mommy asked. "Oh gosh!" I squealed. "I want him to! I'll let him! Do you think he will? I hope so!" Mommy giggled, "Lanie! Relax! You're beautiful and sweet and sexy. Of course he'll want him to! "But not tonight, okay? Get to know him. Don't you want the fist time to be the best time? Wait until he can take you to bed properly, okay?" "Yes," I said. "I want it to be perfect. But I'm not sure I can get that big thing in me!" "We'll take care of that when the time comes," said Mommy. Mommy then blow-died my hair, but we left it with that sexy wildish look I told you I like so much. Mommy applied light eye shadow, a little blush and pink lip gloss – the little girl look. I AM a little girl, after all! Bedroom makeup would come the night he took me to bed. Mommy helped me squirm into an almost plain, but very short and tight, white strapless cocktail dress. It hugged whatever curves my 12-year-old body had. AND, it prominently displayed the curve of my back and my plump asschecks. I guess it goes without saying how RED my hair looked against the white dress and my bare tanned shoulders. And as tan as my legs were, we decided to leave off stockings. I would wear a pair of white, strappy, four-inch stiletto sandals. I also slipped on a white butt-flosser thong. I'd do the garterbelt and stockings thing for Arthur soon. Count on it. I smoothed out the tight dress. Oh my gosh! It was soooo short! My legs are long – I told you that – but in heels and a short dress or skirt, I'd find out they're traffic-stopping. I hope you know I'm not exaggerating! Then the doorbell rang. My prince had arrived. (Ha!) "Wait here," Mommy said, and went downstairs to greet Arthur. I could hear them talking, but I was so nervous my tummy turned flips and my pooper tightened and tingled. That was only the second time pootie had done that, and both times, he caused it. When I heard laughter, I figured everything was going to be okay. But I had a stiffy and my bootie-hole was winking. Mommy had given me a purse to carry, and I would have to use it to hid my little tent. "Lanie!" Mommy called. "Come down!" I took a deep breath and headed for the stairway. Arthur liked the way I look naked, and he liked me in a sundress – I knew that for sure – but I had no idea how he'd feel about seeing me dressed like this. Fear hit me again. My heels clicked on the stairs as I headed down, and when Arthur finally saw me, his jaw dropped again. I guess I passed inspection, huh? I walked straight to him – tent be damned – and kissed him on the cheek. Mommy said, "Arthur, we still haven't explained to you how this is going to work, have we?" "No," he said. "But I'm looking forward to hearing it." "Well, how would you feel about taking your pretty daughter Lanie out to dinner and a movie?' His jaw dropped ... AGAIN! Chapter 8 I took his arm and we headed out. It was a warm night and the breeze swirled under my dress. That felt soooo good, and I had to wonder how it would feel if I weren't wearing undies, even as tiny as the thong was. I would damn sure find out! My prince's chariot (Ha, again!) was a shiny green Jag! He opened the door for me, but as low-riding as a Jag is, I couldn't help but expose the thong when I slid in. After he saw how the little thong-cup cradled my thingy and marble sack, I swear he smiled. As we drove toward town, I asked if he was still scared to be out with me. "Not at all, I'm happy to say," he answered. "I'm flattered to have a daughter as beautiful as you." I blushed! Little brazen me blushed! "So you really think I'm passable?" I asked nervously. I read a lot, too, and I knew what "passable" meant. But this WAS my first time in public as Lanie, after all, so I had to wonder. Arthur laughed. "Sweetheart, you're more feminine than a biological girl." Notice he didn't say "real girl," and that made me very happy. I AM a real girl, just special. "If you were my biological daughter, I'm sure you'd be in ratty jeans, a t-shirt, and flip-flops. "I searched the internet before I came to your house and found a site called "Special Lolitas," he continued. "Those girls are so femmy. There's just something about them that a biological girl can't match. I don't know why that is, but it is. And as beautiful and hot as those girls are, you top them by miles!" "I guess that means you're okay being seen with me?" I asked. "Honey, can I say you're my dream girl; my beautiful daughter?" "Well, if I'm your dream girl, you're my dream man!" I giggled. "My DADDY!" Actually I'd never had a Daddy, but if there was one who was going to be better than Arthur, prove it! "But this scares me," I continued. "I've never felt like this!" "Lanie," he replied, "let's just go with it and see where it takes us." Arthur took me to an Italian restaurant, and as any 12-year-old would, I ordered spaghetti and meatballs. He let me have a couple of sips of his red wine when no one was looking! After a few more sips with dinner, I felt a warmer buzz than champagne ever gave me. After our wonderful dinner, he took me to a romance movie. What I saw of it was sappy, but perfect. I was so excited to be with him as Lanie, I paid almost no attention to the movie. I cuddled against him as much as I could in a theater seat. He draped an arm over me, and I placed a hand on his thigh. I could see he got hard! And my dress tented as much as a two-inch stiffy can make a dress or skirt tent. Then afterward, he drove us to a lake, and we parked like a couple of teenagers! Neither of us was, as you know. Because the Jag was so compact – but VERY sleek – we got out, and Arthur pulled a blanket from its trunk. We laid on it and began our sweet kisses. Then I had to free the beast (Ha, yet again), so I helped him pull his dress trousers off. When he started to unbutton his shirt, I stopped him. "Let me do it," said. I slowly unbuttoned him as sexily as a 12 year old can, and slid it off his shoulders. Now Arthur was the one who was totally naked, and I was still dressed. Maybe the CFNM bug had bit me? And it did feel hot, I'll admit. Even in a tight dress, I still managed to situate my mouth over his big dick. But before I licked and sucked his shaft, I tongued his peehole for the first time. I don't know why I did it – it just seemed to be the natural thing to do – and he liked it, for sure. I slowly sucked for awhile, then I could feel him start to spasm. "Lanie, I'm almost there. Maybe you should stop, honey," he said. "I don't want cum on that pretty dress. And, baby, I really don't want to soak your face and hair with cum again. Aim my cock away from you." There was not a chance in hell I'd pull off! I wanted to swallow his cum. And I did. All of it. I moved back up, put my arms and legs around him, and said, "You're love juices are in my tummy, Daddy." "Lanie, do you really want me to be Daddy?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied. "And I want to be your lover, too. Fuck me tomorrow night at your house? Take my virginity?" Chapter 8 Dressing for my first fucking was almost as hot as sucking Arthur's cock and being fingered. Almost. Earlier in the day, Mommy pierced my ears and I would wear gold, shoulder-brushing earrings. But that was the only jewelry I would wear – I was 12, after all, and I liked being a little girl. Then Mommy and I went through the bath, shampoo and conditioning, and blow-dry thing again. We decided not go for the wild look – I'd save that for the woods – so she rolled my hair. Mommy situated me over the toilet and gave me a series of cleansing enemas, followed by a scented douche. Having my bowels squeaky clean and sweet-smelling was a very nice feeling. The last thing I wanted to get on Arthur's cock was ... well, you know. Mommy told me to bend and spread by bootie-cheeks. She slipped a well-lubed finger past my anal ring and twirled it around until I thought I'd cum. Then she forced in buttplug. It hurt a LOT going in, but once it seated, I really loved the full and stretched feeling. And I would need stretching for that monster of his, right? "Even after the buttplug stretches you, it's going to hurt, sweet Lanie," Mommy said. "I love anal sex, but it takes some getting used to. Be prepared." I would try, I told her. But I really wondered what that big cock would do to my tiny, tight hole. I mean, just his finger filled me up. Mommy thought the perfect dress for me would be her sequenced, spaghetti-strap little black thing. It was TINY. Even more so than the white dress I wore the night before! After she brushed out my hair, she applied dark eyeshadow and liner, and deeper red blush than I wore for my first date with Arthur. I also used a deeper shade of pink lip gloss. The bedroom makeup made me sexy; the lip gloss made me a little girl. And my perfume! Oh, it was going to be intoxicating to him! And if you want to know the truth, it was intoxicating to me, too – I'd never worn perfume. Then Mommy tied black ribbons in my hair, and attached a black choker with a cameo around my neck. She helped me hook on a black-lace garterbelt, then attach the straps to a pair of her black stockings. They were pure silk and SO sheer! Hey look, my tan legs look great, and I don't hesitate to tell you that, but encased in black silk stockings? Well, I really wish I could show you. Next, she surprised me by giving me my first bra. It was only a black training bra, but it was very lacy. Even for a training bra, it dripped sex! I hadn't started hormones yet – I would later that year – so I had NOTHING to put in it. Oh, yeah. I haven't actually mentioned what I have for boobies. Well, I don't have any, that's for sure, and the aerola are pink and dime-sized. The nipples themselves are tiny, but they're soooo sensitive and get granite hard! "You'll look like the beautiful, special young lady you are in a bra," Mommy gushed. But there would be NO panties, and I looked forward to having a breeze tickle me under my dress! After she slipped the dress over my head, pulled it down and helped me smooth it out, I put on a pair of come-fuck-me suede pumps. Black, of course, and five inchers! I wobbled a little at first, but after all the practice I'd had in four-inch heels, I figured it out pretty quickly. But here's the even better thing: I had to take even shorter, femmy steps. AND my ass still swayed! When Arthur arrived again and saw me, I thought he was going to pass out! "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," my prince said. I kissed him on the lips with some tongue ... in front of Mommy! Who just smiled approvingly! Once again, I took Arthur's arm and he led me to his Jag – his chariot, I should say – and opened the door for me. "Prepare to be flashed, Arthur," I said, and slid in. "No panties." He replied, "I'd be disappointed if I weren't." By the way, there was a warm breeze and it did just as I hoped. I could get used to this short dress with no panties thing! On the way to his house, he placed a hand on my stocking-clad thigh. "You're legs are gorgeous," he said. "Can't keep your hands off?" I teased. "I won't even want try," said Arthur. When we arrived at Arthur's house, it didn't take me long to realize how beautiful it was in its simplicity. It had board-and-batting siding, a tin roof, and a screened-in porch that covered the entire width of its front. Perfect! As we walked in the door, I smelled something delicious. Simmering spaghetti sauce! Is he sweet, or what? Arthur guided me to his couch, I sat and I crossed my legs. My dress was so short, my thingy almost showed. My stocking tops and garterbelt straps definitely did! My wonderful prince poured each of us a glass of red wine, and I took a few small sips. "I love the wine," I said. "But don't forget how young I am. The last thing I want is to pass out on the night my Daddy fucks me." "Okay," said Arthur. "Sometimes it's hard to look at you and think you're just 12. But Lanie, you're a stunning young lady." Blush time! "One glass now; one with dinner; one afterwards," he said. "Deal?" "Deal," I said. Chapter 9 After dinner (the spaghetti was just as delicious as the sauce smelled!), we sat on the couch and kissed. I squirmed onto Arthur's lap and wiggled my ass against his crotch. He was hard! "Is that for me?" I teased. "Yes," he said. "Whenever you want it." I paused, then whispered in my best sexy little-girl voice (I told you I have a very good one), "I want it now." Arthur took my hand, led me into his bedroom, and I raised my arms so he could slip my dress off. I was now naked, but for my garterbelt, stockings and heels. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy," I cooed. "But first ... " I undressed him. When I pulled down his undies, that beautiful piece of meat swung free. As the thoughts of it inside me roiled through my brain again, I'll admit I was really scared. Arthur laid back on the bed, I situated myself between his legs, and gave him a slow, sweet blowjob. I took my mouth off of his cock and said, "Please don't cum while I'm sucking you. I want every drop of it in my hole. Please?" "Then you better stop now," he said. "Arthur, I want to be a real `bottom' for my first time," I said. "You can fuck me from behind later, and I'll straddle you, too. I want to be on my back the first time. "But first, will you suck my little boobies? Sorry. I don't really have boobies," I said, and blushed. How does he keeping doing that to brazen ME! "Would you suck my nipples?" For the first time in my life, someone – and a grown MAN – sucked my little jewels. By the time he was finished, I was a gasping mess! I rolled onto my back and said, "Please fuck me now, Daddy. Please fuck your little girl. Fuck your daughter." He pulled out my buttplug (I loved the sound it made!) and aimed his big cock at my pink, winking, virgin hole. Then I placed my calves on his shoulders. I was so WIDE OPEN now! "Sweetie," he said, "it's amazing those beautiful legs of yours are long enough for you to do that." I felt so submissive. So completely open. So fucking horney for him! "I know it's going to hurt, so go slow," I almost begged. "But whatever you do, don't take it out. Mommy said I'd adjust, and if you take it out, we have to start over." Arthur pushed past my anal sphincter and I screamed in pain. Tears rolled down my face. "Lanie, I better take ... " "No, no, no!" I pleaded. "Just give me a few seconds." I took deep breaths, and I was able to relax my pooper muscles. "Okay, more," I said, and he pushed in a couple of inches. It hurt, just not as bad as it did when he cleared my anal ring. But he still had six inches to go, and I really didn't know if I could do it. I wanted to take it all; I wanted him all the way in me, but this was going to take some SERIOUS adjusting. I squeezed my pooper muscles – I KNOW he could feel that – then relaxed. "More," I said. And he pushed ... feeling better now ... halfway in ... maybe I would survive after all ... "Deeper," I said. "All the way. Don't worry if I scream, I know the worst is over." So he pushed in until I felt his pubic hair tickle my bootie-cheeks. And, yeah, I screamed. If Mommy hurt worse when I came out of her pussy, then she's one tough lady. I couldn't have been more stretched; so full. He OWNED me now. I was at his mercy. He could still kill me with that huge thing. "Wait," I said, and relaxed as much as I could. Then, "Okay, fuck me. But please go slow." He did and we both moaned. "I've never felt anything like this, Lanie," Arthur said as he began to pump me. "I told you that you were prettier than a biological girl, and your insides feel so much better, too." "Better than a real pussy?" I managed to ask. "Better," he said. Holy shit – I was so proud of myself! My pooper is better than a pussy! Arthur wasn't fucking me now; he was loving me. And I loved him, too. Can a 12 year old fall in love with a 20-something man? We'll see. As he moved in and out, I started to push back, and I swear it felt like he was going even deeper. As we synched, we started to go a little faster. I knew now that I'd be able to handle a hard fucking, but this was just too sweet for him to go full speed ahead. On one of his down strokes, I shuddered in orgasm. Not long afterward, I came again! "I've had two now, Daddy. Your turn!" And I even managed a little giggle. Arthur pumped in and out of me a few times, then erupted. Before he even pulled out, cum dribbled out of me. And it GUSHED when he was completely out. He moved off and wrapped me in his arms. We kissed, waited a little while, then I rolled onto my all-fours and invited him in. Chapter 9 So I guess that's all of the story of how little Lanie lost her virginity. Like I said earlier, I'm 16 now and developing as Lanie very nicely. It wouldn't be bragging to tell you I can have just about any boy in my school I choose, but Arthur is still my sweetheart. And I wouldn't be lying if I told you I love him. I do. I know he loves me, too. But there a LOT of hoops we have to jump through for if we want to be together forever. He insists that I have the high-school and college experience, and I want that, too. But I also want him. What's a girl to do? I know he's dating other women, and if he's fucking them, good for him. I'm confident enough in how he feels about me to have no problem with that. None of this diminishes the hot, loving sex we share, but we have to face reality. You know, Mommy had some great advice on how Arthur and I could start our torrid love affair, and I know she'll be able to do it again after I graduate from college. Will Arthur wait for me after graduation? Will I be patient enough to wait for him? I thought I would, but who knows? I mentioned a boy I'm dating I want to fuck. Arthur is encouraging me to expand my horizons, so to speak. He's given me some great advice, too. "Lanie, remember the first time I saw you?" he asked. "You were naked and your back was to me. I told you then I thought you were a pretty little girl, and you were. Now your legs and ass are even more beautiful, and you have real boobies. "The first time you undress for him, do it with your back to him," he continued. "After he takes a look, he'll be lost. When you turn and show him your boobies, he'll slobber. The last thing he'll notice is your little gem, and when he does, he won't care. You're that beautiful." When Arthur said that to me, I was on my back, wearing only a pair of white opaque thigh-highs and my favorite pair of pink pumps. My long legs were wrapped around him, and my hands were on his asscheeks, pulling him in. I came as soon as he hit bottom. I wanted him to be my first, and now I want him forever. We'll work it out, don't you agree?