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The Virgin Chronicles - 1
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)

***

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)

***

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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