Sexual Phantasies 1: Lanie

Dear Phantasies,

Last weekend I had an experience that was so incredible, I just had to share it with you and your readers.

I’m a junior in college, but over the summer I stay at my parents’ place. One day last weeks my folks went to visit some family friends and, since I had nothing better to do, I tagged along. Little did I know what was in store for me!

I hadn’t seen the Smith’s daughter Lanie in over five years, when I was a worldly sixteen and she just a geeky pre-teen of twelve. My, but the years were good to her! Her shoulder-length light brown hair framed a flawless face highlighted by warm brown eyes, a cute pert nose, and luscious red lips to die for. The tight jeans and halter top that she wore accentuated her thin figure to perfection. I had to remember that this was little Lanie, lest my cock develop into an embarrassing hard-on beneath my shorts.

After the usual chit-chat, my parents and Lanie’s decided to go out back to play some tennis. I asked Lanie what she wanted to do, and she suggested that she give me a tour of the house. We started down in the basement and worked our way up to the top floor. All the while during the tour, Lanie kept giving me looks and ‘accidentally’ bumping her body into mine. Had I a bit more of a clue, I would have figured out what was going on, but at the time I was oblivious.

The tour ended in her bedroom, which was decorated in typical teenage girl fashion. I was asking about the several swimming trophies on her shelf when Lanie closed the door to the room and quickly changed the subject: “I was so excited when my parents told me that you were coming to visit.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Why’s that?”

Now, you may be wondering how I could have been so clueless, and in hindsight it was so obvious what Lanie was up to. But you have to remember, this was the girl who, despite her obvious physical changes, I still remembered as a shy twelve-year-old with braces trying to talk me into playing Barbie dolls with her.

“Because,” Lanie replied as she coyly closed the bedroom door, “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.” And suddenly, Lanie was in my arms, embracing me tight and kissing me passionately. After my initial shock I began to kiss her back, running my hands along her bare back and down to her firm ass.

After about a minute we broke the embrace, and Lanie took a step back. After a moment, I had cleared my head enough to get out a simple, “Lanie?”

“I have had a crush on you for sooo long,” she explained. “But in the past, you never gave me much of the time of day, probably because you thought of me as a little kid. Well, I’m not a little kid any longer.”

Lanie had pulled off her halter top, revealing her perfect breasts, not too big and not too small. “So I’ve noticed,” I told her.

Lanie returned to our embrace. I pushed aside her hair so that I could kiss her bare neck and shoulder. My hand cupped her right breast and I rubbed her erect nipple. “Oh, yes,” Lanie said. “I’ve dreamed of this day for years.” Now, I’ve had my share of girls over the years, but I’ve never been considered what one would call ‘a catch’. Needless to say, the absolute devotion that Lanie was showing caused a huge surge in my ego, among other things.

Feeling my cock growing between my legs, Lanie decided to do something about it. She got down on her knees in front of me and pulled down my shorts. My cock swung out and hit Lanie on the nose, which caused her to giggle. I’ve had many blow-jobs in the past, but none compared to the one that Lanie was giving me; the girl was a natural! She slowly licked my shaft up one side and down the other, repeatedly, getting the shaft good and wet with her saliva. Then she wrapped her hand around the girth and quickly rubbed it up-and-down while licking and sucking my cock-head. I ran my hands through her hair while telling her how beautiful she was.

Soon I was feeling the stirrings of an orgasm, and told Lanie that I was about to cum. She stopped immediately. “No!” she exclaimed. “You have to fuck me first!” I was shocked hearing young, sweet Lanie use those words, and apparently she was too. “I mean…”

“That’s okay,” I said as I pulled back to standing. “I want to make love to you too. She smiled and unzipped her jeans, pushing them down off her hips. She sat down on the bed and I pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. Then she lifted her ass off the bed while I pulled off her bikini panties. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. Lanie spread her legs open, inviting me in. She had shaved away most of her pussy hair, undoubtedly to keep it from showing outside her swimsuit, leaving just a small dark patch on her crotch. I put my face down in her crotch and started to lick along her pussy.

“How does it feel?” I asked her.

“Oooh,” she moaned, “it’s so much better than when I rub myself.”

As I felt her getting wet, I stuck a finger up into her cunt. She was very tight, leading me to the obvious question: “Have you ever had sex before?”

“No,” she replied. “I’m so glad that you’re going to be my first.” Heaven be praised, I could not believe my luck. It is every guy’s fantasy to deflower a virgin, especially one as beautiful as Lanie. And I was determined to make sure that her first time was special.

I kept up my attention on her pussy, making sure that she was more than adequately lubricated. Then we repositioned ourselves on her bed into the classic missionary position. She wrapped her hands around my shaft and guided it to her waiting cunt. “Are you sure it’ll fit?” she asked me. “Trust me,” I replied, placing a kiss on her nose. Then I pressed into her slowly, so as not to hurt her more than absolutely necessary. Once I was inside her all the way, I started to thrust in and out. Soon, Lanie was thrusting her hips back at me, and we settled into a great rhythm. I pushed in and out of her sweet, tight pussy, faster and faster, until she had an explosive orgasm.

There’s nothing more exciting than watching a girl have her first real orgasm, and watching Lanie made me ready to cum myself. Not wanting to cause anything unwanted, I pulled my dick out, but Lanie suddenly gave me a stern look. “What are you doing?” she asked. I explained that I was ready to cum, but she would have none of that. “Stick it back in,” she ordered. “It won’t be real if you don’t cum inside of me.” I was too turned on to argue. I rammed back into her tight wet cunt until I sent my explosive jism up into this new young woman.

It was just a few minutes later that our parents finished their tennis game, so we quickly put our clothes back on and headed downstairs before they could get inside; I didn’t think it would fit too well for the Smith’s to find out that I had deflowered their daughter in their own home! We spent the rest of the afternoon having to pretend that nothing had happened, although there were a few telling glances shot across the room.

Lanie and I are getting together again next weekend; I’ll be sure to write and tell you how it went!