AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I mentioned in a previous post, the "Virgin Jennifer"
story is Part 10 in the Mr. Phil series. I am now posting Part 6. Parts
1-4 are pretty weak (relative to later ones) because they were my first
stories. They will probably be posted as time permits. Because they were
originally done on a C64 and I have to retype them on the IBM, perhaps
once every two weeks or so I'll post a new (old) one.


Phil had been less and less of a fiend lately. That is to say, he began
to have "normal" sexual feelings after: 1) Katy moved away from the
neighborhood to the suburbs; 2) he had a few more sexless dates with
Judy; 3) he was now prepping for further studies in grad school.

It was all shattered after two evenings on the basketball court. He
became a sex deviate again. A GF pedo. The first time he saw the young
girl playing basketball, he was mildly attracted but had his mind on
other things. The second time occurred a week ago.

He was playing five-on-five and actually doing pretty well. Then he saw
her again, shooting hoops by herself at another basket. It brought back
all the previous lustful feelings he had for the previous adolescents.
She looked to be eleven or twelve years old with longer than shoulder
length blonde hair, average height, perhaps a little baby fat but her
legs (his crucial judgement area) were nicely shaped. Once or twice
during a break in the games he would sneak a look at her, her calves
straining as she put up a jumper. What muscles! At one point he stared
at her for quite a while, about ten seconds. She met his gaze for the
last three seconds. What could he do? Should he do anything? Looka
her doing a between the legs dribble! (No comments please.) How
'bout an ass-firming crouching free-throw attempt? A couple of times,
between games, he got water from the fountain and retrieved her ball,
never looking as he threw it back. Finally, he asked her what time it
was. "6:40," she replied. "Thanks," he said, still not looking at her.
Soon afterwards she departed the premises.

How could he resolve this situation? Should he do it at all, seeing all
the things he has done so far? Will there be no reckoning point for him?

He was thinking all of these things at about 8:30 when he was shooting
by his lonesome. Suddenly she appeared basketballess. "Could I shoot?"
she asked timidly. "Most certainly. By the way, I'm Phil." "My name is
Christine." "Glad to have met you," he said as she smiled, embarrassed.
They played courtesy in virtual silence for about five minutes. Then, he
figured, what the hell. Go for the gusto. "You're pretty cute, do you
know that?" She blushed and replied, "Not too many people have said that
to me; definitely not any boys, or should I say men?" Phil laughed at
the last statement and said, "Well, it's true." "I think you're pretty
hunky too," she said. "Then the feeling is mutual!" he exclaimed to her
as well as to his inner sanctum. After this exchange, silence again
reigned but she began to sneak peeks at him; he saw with his fine
peripheral vision (good for making more than one kind of pass!). She was
regarding him with caution, it seemed. He began to stare at her as he
did the few hours before. Soon they began to miss quite a few shots as
the eyes weren't always on the basket.

Finally the point was reached. "Look, Phil, I know I'm only eleven and a
half, but I think that I would like to explore some things with you..."
she hesitatingly said. "Like what?" he breathlessly asked. "Well, don't
you know?" she replied. "I think I do, and I would like to explore with
you too," he said. "That's good. I can meet you here later if you want;
maybe about 10?" "That'll be fine." "OK, see you in the playground, OK?"
"OK." Christine then sashayed off.

Man! Phil had been erect for the whole exchange and would be surprised
if she hadn't noticed it. Crapo! What would he do now? Could he possibly
do it? We'll see when the time comes, he thought. Perhaps sanity would
prevail.

He was so something or other that he got to the 'ground at 9:45 p.m. and
sat down next to the sandbox. A few minutes later Christine came into
view. She had the same clothes on and all. Nothing different. She
approached him and said "Follow me." He obeyed as they turned off down
the alley. "Do you mind if we go to my house?" she asked. "What?! Your
house?" "Don't worry; my parents are out on the town and I'm home
alone." "They let you?" "Yes, and why else do you think I spoke to you
like that? Do you think I'd do it in the park?" she giggled. "Well, I
don't know. Any way is fine with me, as long as we don't get interrupted
by your dad with a .38." "No, silly. Here we are." The house seemed to
be five down from the end.

She led the way into the living room and sat on the couch. He looked at
her a moment, a 4 ft. 10 inch blonde with shorts and a t-shirt. This is
what he lives for?! "Well, do you want to start?" she asked. "Sounds
good to me." With that, she bid him to sit next to her. As soon as he
sat, she promptly lifted her legs off the floor, swung them over his
body, and scooted her butt up to his leg. Phil gently pulled her face to
his and she wrapped her arms about his neck in preparation. They stared
at each other for a few beats and then gradually explored each others'
mouths. With one hand Phil ruffled her blonde mane and with his other
hand he slowly stroked her smooth legs. Yes, this is what he lives for.
Suddenly she was licking his lips with her tongue. He snaked his tongue
out to intercept hers. They swordfought playfully awhile before he
quickly withdrew and started to lave her neck.

Suddenly he felt his rod pulse and looked to see Christine with her hand
feeling his member through his shorts. She smiled impishly when he
caught her eye and said, "If you want to get totally free, let's do it
now." "I want to," she replied huskily.

Without another word he stripped his shorts and underpants off and
stepped out of them. Christine, mesmerized by the sight of his stiff
length, sat staring at it on the couch. "Come now," Phil said as he
gently reached under her shirt and began to pull it off. Halfway up, she
bolted upright and threw the shirt off herself, shaking her smooth hair
free. Phil admired Christine's budding breasts. She had beautiful pink
areolas that lifted from her breast tissue and also framed firm nipples,
which were already erect. He bent to kiss her nipples but she met him
halfway and began to pull off his shirt. He allowed her to do this and
stood over her. "What comes next?" he quizzed, conspiratorially. "Oh, I
don't know," she coyly said as she reclined back on the couch.
Unfortunately her actions belied her words. She slowly began to lie back
with legs slightly apart and knees up, arching her buttocks off the
seat. An invitation? He didn't ask. He kissed her stomach and
deliberately slid the shorts down her lower body. As he reached her knees
she went with the game. The further he got the shorts down her body, the
more she slid her feet down to match his motion. When the shorts had
reached her ankles, she lifted her legs straight out and allowed him to
pull them off.

She still had her juvie panties on and was expecting him to get them,
but he decided to slow it up a bit. The frilly panties, which looked
quite adult, would be off soon enough, he reasoned. As she reached for
them, he stopped her and placed her hands at her sides. Without a
further word he lowered his head to an erect teat and sucked it into his
mouth. She reacted with a low guttural sound. He played with each nipple
this way, arousing her. Soon she lifted her head and forced her face to
his. Phil then found another diversion to slow down; namely fumbling
with her head. He reached around her head and ever so gently removed the
barrette from her hair, allowing the long blonde tresses to spill forth
over her shoulders and neck. When this was completed, Christine led
Phil's head back to hers and pressed her lips firmly to his and
exclaimed, "Keep going; it's so nice!"

He kissed her one last time and tenderly placed her head back on the
couch, resuming the sucking and kissing of her breasts and nipples. He
took a nipple in his mouth and made circles around it, and soon she
again was emitting a low growl. As he moved his lips downward to her
stomach, he was aware that she had a finger between her legs and was
massaging her vagina underneath her panties. "Have you ever done this
before?" he asked. She nodded negatively as he withdrew her hand and
licked a finger, examining for juices. Sure enough, there was just a
little of her lubrication. Not much, but a start. "Enough is enough!" he
exclaimed as he placed a finger on each side of her hips and pulled the
stringy panty, her last piece of clothing, off her body.

She cooed at him as she lay with her head resting on her arm and her
knees apart slightly with her legs together. He decided to pull back and
admire her body. She had an even more boyish figure than Katy. She had
no hips whatsoever; they seemed to be the same circumfrence as her
thighs and waist. Her legs, though, were smooth, long, and lean for her
height. From this angle, he could see her dimunitive vaginal lips, which
were bright pink and had no hair covering them. He stroked her hair and
then went to kneel at her feet. Slowly he kissed her feet and ankles.
She giggled with girlish impishness. Purposefully he stroked and
massaged her legs and creeped up her smooth thighs and gently spread
them as he did so. Kissing up one thigh he eventually landed at her
young entrance, which was small and beautifully pristine. "Oh well," he
thought.

As he flicked at her vagina with his tongue, she yelped in surprise but
soon she was cooing with delight. He barely got his tongue in before he
hit her clitoris, and she yelped in pain this time. "Sorry," he said and
circled it instead. In and out, in and out. She tousled his hair and
soon he felt some moisture coming at him; she had had a small orgasm. He
quickly gathered a bit of her moisture and applied it to his penis.
Moving over her small body, he felt a shudder in his loins as he
anticipated what was to come. Tenderly he put his hands under her legs
and pushed her thighs outward to give him better access. Grabbing his
member, he stroked her vaginal lips, which had become larger as she was
aroused.

Finally he could take no more and said, "If you want it, it's now!" and
she merely nodded her assent, because she was breathing heavily. He
placed his rampant penis at her moist opening and pushed slightly. The
glans entered without much difficulty and immediately she clamped her
muscles on it, to his surprise. "My finger," she smiled, anticipating
his question. He probed his penis further, but no luck. Christine,
perhaps aware of the situation, began to rotate her hips, confining the
tip of his penis in her possession. Phil, amused and admiring her
effort, went with her game. Surprisingly she came and sent forth some
more lubrication. Instinctively he thrusted forward and through her
hymen. She exclaimed "Oh!" as he ripped her inside, but quickly said
"Oh, it's not hurting anymore," as she raised up with her elbows to get
a view of a man's meat in her womb. She sighed as she saw that his penis
was half inside her, half outside, and fell back.

He began to slowly stroke back and forth, in and out of her tender
channel. Soon she arose from her delerium and said, "You wanna do it on
my bed? I'd really like it." "Where is it?" he growled. "Third door on
the left," she breathed. "OK, but we're staying like this!" Effortlessly
he picked up her body. He placed his hands under her back and lifted her
so that her lithe legs hung over his hips; his penis stayed halfway in
her vagina. She hung on for life as her erect nipples crushed his chest
and blonde hair muzzled his face. At last he found the door and turned
in; Christine grabbed the light switch and turned it on in one swift
motion.

At the foot of the bed at last. With care he squatted until her buttocks
hit the mattress. He caressed her ass globes for a few moments and then
slowly he began to push her ass up the bed as he crawled onto it with
her, flicking a nipple as he went. Finally he could feel lubrication all
around his penis as she really got aroused. Whimpering slightly, he
began to thrust again. He could get no further than 3/4 inside her
chamber, but he milked it for what it was worth. Exaggeratingly he began
to raise his butt far off her body as he thrusted, to see if she would
follow him. After a few times of her vagina feeling void, she looked to
see him doing that very thing. She caught on and raised her ass up and
thrusted her hips to keep his throbbing dick inside her for the maximum
amount of time.

Smiling, he lowered his center of gravity to feel her not doing so. She
was now hunching her hips up furiously with each thrust as if she was
trying to thrust through him. To get her dander going, he abruptly
withdrew. She looked up, surprised, fluids on her vaginal lips. Still
kneeling between her legs, he watched her question him with wide eyes.
Still unmoving, he observed as she pulled her legs from around him.
He caught them and smiled, and she was relieved to know that the game
would continue. Her legs were pulled back to her ass, so he kissed each
knee and slowly spread her knees apart and folded out each leg and said,
"Trap me!" as he went down and placed his penis at her entrance again,
and pushed inside. Inch by inch, this time all of his dick went inside
her womb. She rolled her eyes back and took his advice, wrapping her
legs around his hips.

To entrap him further she folded her hands around him and placed them at
her ankles, interlocking her arms and ankles to really keep his butt
from raising up and unfilling her. He groaned as she finally did what he
always wanted: encircling her smooth, young legs around his ass and
hips. He had no choice but to come in and out of her tender, moist slit.
Her pelvic thrusts were in concert with his, as they mutually enthralled
the other. Faster and faster they went, nearing the valley of no return.
She could not control herself any longer and let her grip go, grabbing
his hair and stabbing wildly at the intruding penis in her first major
orgasm. This freed him to raise almost out of her, grab her knees, spread
her thighs apart as far as they could go, and clutch her shaking ass. He
long-stroked about ten more times and felt his semen shoot through the
tip with more intensity then he ever felt before. He let go of her ass
and thrusted raggedly while she spasmed and her buttocks shook; he
looked to see all of his cock still inside her. Each thrust and spurt of
his penis left some semen overflowing from her small channel.

At last they stopped shaking and kissed appreciatively. Christine and
Phil thanked each other, and it was not the last time they were
together, either on or off the court.

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