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The Virgin Chronicles - 1
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
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These stories are a series of accounts of young girls,
losing their virginity and discovering the world of sex.
In Part 1, Barbie is a thirteen-year old, who wins her
bid to be the first girl on the eighth grade boys
basketball team, but loses her virginity to the coach in
the locker room. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral)
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Part 1 - Basketball Barbie
My name is Barbie. At the time of this story I was
thirteen-years old, and in eighth grade. I was 5 feet, 8
inches, rather tall for my age. I had long light brown
hair. I was kind of a plain Jane but my figure often
attracted the attention of boys. I began puberty at the
end of sixth grade, sooner than most of my classmates. I
had nice B-Cup breasts and a well-shaped butt.
Being so tall, I was always good at basketball.
Unfortunately, our middle school did not have a girl's
basketball team. I tried out for the boy's team, but was
told I could not join. They cited all kinds of reasons,
one of them being, the lack of a separate girls locker
room.
My parents and I appealed the decision to the School
Board. After much discussion, they agreed to let me join
the team with the condition, I would have to use the
showers and locker room, at the end of each practice or
game, after the boys were done and gone. The coach
agreed to make special provisions to keep it open until
after I was done.
Coach Johnson was a great guy. He was about thirty-years
old and single. Coach was an athlete and his body was in
great shape. He was very helpful to me, seeing that I
was the only girl on the team.
In addition, to making sure those special locker room
arrangements were met, he also did other things to help.
When all the boys noticed how my breasts jiggled under
my jersey, he found me the perfect sports bra. When I
wasn't playing at 100% due to my period, he adjusted the
lineup, accordingly, without telling the rest of the
team why.
He helped me tremendously, with my shooting skills,
giving me extra coaching sessions when he could. I came
to really like those sessions. Coach Johnson was very
hands on. He often got behind me, directing my arms at
the right angle. He would place his hands on my hips,
showing me how to pivot and massage my legs if I had a
muscle cramp. Once he stood right in front of me, when
demonstrating how to body check. I know he could feel my
breasts against his chest. I came to think of his
touching as innocent and never thought twice about it.
One day, after a hard fought game, I strained my upper
thigh muscles. The coach told me that after the locker
room was clear of the boys, to soak myself for fifteen
minutes in the whirlpool, then take a shower, get
dressed, and let him know so he could lock up.
After the last boy had left, the coach gave me the all
clear, and I went into the training area of the locker
room. I peeled away my jersey, shorts, sports bra, and
panties and got into the whirlpool, which was already
filled.
The water was hot, bubbly, and perfect for helping me to
relax. Several of the jets, were pulsing directly on my
crotch, causing me to feel a sensation, I really liked.
It was so relaxing that I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew, I was awakened to the voice of
Mr. Johnson.
"I'm sorry to be here like this," he said, "but you've
been in here for an hour and I was beginning to worry
that something was wrong."
I snapped out of it in a hurry and quickly realized that
both of my breasts were above the water line, and that
the stimulation, of my private area had caused my
nipples to stick straight out. I quickly scooted down in
the water to cover myself up. I was surprised that Mr.
Johnson made no attempt to look away.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to keep you." I said. "Could
you hand me that towel?" I continued, as I held out my
hand.
I turned backwards, as I stood up, and quickly wrapped
the towel around me. If anything, he merely got a peek
at my naked back and butt.
I stepped out of the whirlpool and noticed how small the
towel was. It only covered from my breasts to the top of
my thighs.
"How's that thigh problem now?" Mr. Johnson asked.
"It seems to be much better." I said.
"I don't know you still seem to be limping. Sometimes,
what helps, is a good massage," he said, directing me to
the training table.
I sat up on the edge and closed my legs. I tried to pull
the towel down over my crotch area but it kept riding up
exposing my pussy. The sparse pubic hair was still so
wet it matted against my slit, outlining the plush shape
of my pussy lips.
He placed his hand, on the inside of my upper thigh,
pushed my legs apart, and started to massage. The upper
part of his palm could not help but touch my pussy with
each massage stroke.
Soon I was starting to get the same feeling as when the
jets hit me and I was feeling a different kind of
moisture down there. I spread my legs even wider.
I tried not to show it but I think Coach Johnson could
tell I was enjoying his touch, since my breathing was
becoming so swallow. When he saw me enjoying it so much,
he abandoned the pretense of rubbing my thigh completely
and stuck a finger deliberately up into my vaginal
opening.
He looked puzzled by not finding a hymen. I felt the
need to explain. "I've always been athletic," I said. "I
broke my hymen years ago, but I've never had sex. I'm
still a virgin."
He pushed his finger further upward and started sliding
it in and out. He put thumb on my clitoris and wiggled
it around, causing it to swell up. I could feel my
juices flowing onto his hand and I let out some
involuntary moans.
Soon I felt my insides down there start to spasm and
then I tensed up. I squeezed my legs together and
clamped his hand inside me before relaxing and letting
loose.
"Wow, that felt incredible!" I said. "I never thought
anything could feel so good. But should we really be
doing this?"
"Well, we can stop anytime you want," he said. "I don't
want to do anything you're uncomfortable with."
"Maybe just one more thing." I said. "I'm very curious
about the bulge in your sweatpants. I've noticed it
sticking out several times when you are around me, but
I've never seen it as big as now. Do you, do you think I
could see it, maybe even touch it?"
Coach Johnson hopped up beside me on the table, grabbed
my hand, and put it on the bulge outside his pants. I
felt all around and could only imagine the size and
shape. Through the fabric, the head seemed a little
bigger than the rest of his shaft, kind of like a plump
mushroom.
He put his hand on the waistband and pulled it forward.
Seeing this, I slipped my hand inside his pants, so I
could get a better feel. He wasn't wearing underwear,
and my hand landed right on the bare flesh. Although
hard, it was spongy soft at the same time. My hand just
fit around the shaft and I was right, the head was
bigger. I stroked it up and down, feeling it grow even
larger as I did.
I just had to get a look at it. Reaching over with my
other hand, I grabbed the top of his pants and pulled
down. He lifted his butt so they could slide right off.
I got my first look at a male penis. Little did I know I
would be spoiled forever. It was a magnificent specimen,
a full nine-inches erect, about two and a half inches in
diameter, with a slightly bigger head. I noticed all the
ridges up and down his shaft.
Then an unexpected desire came over me. I had the urge
to taste his masculine member. I bent my head down and
popped him into my mouth. This was not a tentative small
swallow, but an all out plunge, taking him half way down
my throat. He was as surprised as me, shifting his body
to his back as I positioned myself between his legs on
the table.
I was an innocent thirteen-year old, but some instinct
seemed to take over me. I plunged my mouth up and down
over his nine-inches, sucking, licking, and coating him
with my hot saliva as I did. He was huge, but several
times I was able to get my mouth all the way down to the
base.
It was at one of these times I felt his penis start to
throb, followed by an explosion of semen jetting into my
mouth. I closed tightly around it, trapping the semen
inside and then pulled back carefully, swallowing every
drop as I did. I saw his penis go flaccid before me.
I figured that was the end of our exploring tonight.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
Coach. Johnson turned me onto my back and pulled the
towel off. He got a great look at my very developed
thirteen-year old body. As I said, my breasts were a
nice B-Cup. Being excited, my nipples stood out about a
half-inch from my quarter size aureoles. My pussy was
plush for my age, with nice protruding lips. There was
just enough brown pubic hair, to make viewing my slit
mysterious. My inner lips were so swollen; they seemed
the same size as my outer ones as they strained to poke
out. There was only a slight hint of the clitoris that
was now tucked back coyly inside its hood.
Since I was on my back, my breasts strained upward and
they were the first to attract the attention of his
mouth. Placing it on one and then the other, Mr. Johnson
sucked the nipples to even firmer attention. He then
worked his way down my belly to between my legs. I was
happy the whirlpool made me clean down there.
His mouth landed first on the slit in the middle of my
pussy. His tongue went back and forth over the outside
of my inner labia and then soon slid inside. The feeling
was electric, better than touching myself, twice as good
as when he touched me a while ago. He did a few licks
down at my vaginal entrance, lapping up the juices that
were flowing freely there, and then moved up to my
clitoral hood. After a few licks, my love bud didn't
remain hidden any more. It came to attention, like an
obedient soldier.
Coach Johnson's lips clamped around it as his tongue
began licking in circles. Soon I was feeling as excited
as I ever had in my life. Then my second orgasm started.
Deep in my womb, I felt a rippling that started
radiating out, in stronger and stronger waves. My whole
body was shaking as my twat pressed against his mouth
for all it was worth. And then just as suddenly, it
stopped, and I went limp on the table.
After a few minutes I looked up and noticed Mr.
Johnson's penis was back to its full nine-inches. He
pulled off his shirt. I was a little afraid when he
reached down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me
close. My bare breasts crushed against his chest. He
opened his mouth and gave me a passionate kiss. I could
taste myself on him as we exchanged each other's
tongues.
I felt the tip of his penis touch the entrance of my
vagina. I whispered in his ear, "be gentle coach.
Remember, I've never done this before." Then he pushed
his body forward.
My pussy was so wet that his penis slid right in. The
bulbous cockhead, plied open my virgin pussy making way
for the whole nine-inches. He sunk right in and stayed
there for a while. After I got used to the feeling of
being so filled up, he began to pump in and out. As he
did, I could feel his cockhead and the ridges on his
shaft rubbing against my pussy walls.
It was even more intense than I imagined. I stretched my
long, basketball legs around his waist and pulled him
deep into me. He was pumping in long, slow, deep
strokes. Both of us were moaning softly. After about
fifteen minutes he started to speed up. I followed his
lead and met him stroke-per-stroke.
Finally my pelvis took over on its own and started to
rock and shake violently. I felt him release inside me,
spewing load upon load of hot, milky semen, deep into my
vagina. Being familiar with my cycles, he knew it was a
safe time to cum inside me. After resting there for a
while, he pulled his now flaccid member out. I felt his
cum starting to leak out of my thirteen-year old pussy.
Before it could all come out, he picked me up, carried
me over to the whirlpool, and put me in. After turning
it on, he got in beside me. A pool of semen rose to the
surface and then dissipated. We both laughed.
"How does you thigh feel now?" he asked feeling it
through the water.
"It's as good as new." I said. "I think you found the
perfect treatment."
I felt his hand go from my thigh back onto my pussy. He
rubbed it back and forth; all the while we were talking.
I didn't think it was possible, but I was starting to
get turned on again.
I reached over between his legs and much to my surprise
Coach Johnson was hard again.
As he was sitting there, I straddled his lap facing him.
I pressed my thirteen-year old breasts into his chest
while covering his mouth with mine.
I scooted up a little, and without using my hand, I
centered the entrance of my pussy over his penis. As I
pushed back down, he slid in all the way to the hilt. We
commenced having sex again, but this time it was more
like making love. We rocked slowly back and forth into
each other, while kissing passionately, and feeling each
other all over.
The hot water and bubbling jets, led to a relaxing,
mellow, session. We fucked together for at least an
hour. I had three gentle orgasms and finally on my
fourth, I was able to milk another load out of him. We
stayed locked together, kissing, until his penis got
small and slipped out, releasing another load of semen
onto the surface of the water.
We had many locker room sessions like this for the rest
of the season. I convinced my parents to let me go on
the pill in order to control my periods.
I got a different coach in high school, but I convinced
Mr. Johnson to coach me, on the side, at his house.
He even installed a hot tub for whenever I would "hurt"
my thigh muscles.
More stories to come...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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