Carol Brazil vs. the Rape Gang
(M+/f, oral, size, rape, viol)

by Sam Hammer
samhammer01@yahoo.com

With revisions and editing by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Nota bene: To one of the most talented erotic fiction writers I've met, I want to thank Sam Hammer for allowing me access to his work, and for permission for reposting it here. I'm grateful, as I hope you are.

 

Prologue:	Family Settings
Introduction:	Life in Hammerton County, Waddapole High School
Chapter 01:	Adventures In Babysitting
Chapter 02:	Teacher's Pet
Chapter 03:	Sibling Rivalry
Chapter 04:	Size Matters
Chapter 05:	Tiny Tiger on the Loose
Chapter 06:	Cherry Pickins
Chapter 07:	Like Mother, Like Daughter
Chapter 08:	Destiny Calls
Chapter 09:	True Love
Chapter 10:	True Love Hurts
Chapter 11:	Carol Gets Her Wish
Chapter 12:	Raping the Back Side
Chapter 13:	Breakfast with Her Brother
Chapter 14:	Tommy Gets His Wish
Chapter 15:	A Small Conversation
Chapter 16:	Share and Share Alike
Chapter 17:	Carol Brazil vs. Alphonse Jones and the Gang
Epilogue:	Good Girls Finish First

 

 

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Prologue.
Family Settings
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There were no locks on the door. Just an unwritten rule that had worked for every day that Carol Brazil could remember. That's why Carol was more disturbed at the unexpected entry miffed at being caught masturbating. Her Mother swallowed hard, all thoughts of her original reason for disturbing her daughter forgotten. Her head dizzy, she moved to Carol's messy desk and pulled out her chair. Opal sat in silence in front of her daughter. What could she say to her youngest child that could make a difference? Her mind snapped back to her own mother and her warning of trouble.


[Manila, the Philippines. 5 A.M.]

"Opal Jewel Nastia, I want to know where you have been ALL NIGHT LONG!" The answer obvious, the evidence washed away, but never forgotten.

Opal hung her head in shame. "I… I can't mother."

Nadine Nastia shook her head at her errant daughter. She sighed once and instead of flying off in a mother's tirade, she simply took off her ever present bathroom slippers and began to rub her stocking feet. Opal saw the calf high stockings and with a hope of forestalling her terrible punishment, slipped from her own chair, went to her mother, kneeled and began rubbing her aching feet. Opal looked up at her mother. The fourteen year old girl gathered her courage and met her mother's gaze. She saw her mother's open hand, lift as if to slap her face, but instead, gently caressed her jet black hair. As Nadia caressed her daughter's cheek, she spoke softly.

"Opal, how many men? The truth."

Opal took a quick breath. How could she have known? It was too quick for word to get around their small village. Just on the outskirts of the city, their village was small and mainly survived due to business from the American Air Base. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her mother's foot and gently cleared her throat before speaking.

"Eleven."

Nadia took a deep breath. Her daughter hadn't been as loose and fast as she had been herself at that age. Nadia remembered twice that many when the change came out her. "Stand up, Opal."

"Yes Mother." Opal stood up. The woman was barely over five feet tall. The average height for people from her village. The only thing that seemed out of place was her breasts. Well over the normal endowment of other women and girls that she knew, Nadia knew that such large breasts on such a small pretty girl would make her a target for men of a lustful nature.

Nadia smiled, putting her daughter at ease. "Just eight? I see. How do you feel now? Do you want more?"

Young Opal collapsed at her mother's feet, hugging her parent's legs. "Mother…." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Yes. I want more. I'm sorry Mother, I tried to be good. But it seems every time I get close to a man… I belong to him. I'm sorry."

Opal had remembered how she fought the first man, how she was held down by two others. She remembered how it all changed when the man exposed himself to her, straddled her generous chest, and demanded she opened her mouth. Within minutes, her innocent young face was plastered with the man's warm semen. Opal remembered the salty taste and the moment she asked for more and then begged for more. Ten men later, every orifice she possessed had been violated several times and she was forced to walk home with the feel of the gang's sperm running from her tender young ass and well used cunt till the slimy liquid seemed to pool in her mother's stolen high heels.

To Opal's surprise, Nadia held her emotions in check. "No. I understand. It seems to be something our women… the women in our family go through."

"Mother, what can I do? I don't want to be a B-girl, but the money and all those men…."

The old woman nodded again. "Of course you don't. The best way is to do what I did. Get married and get married right away. Take out your urges and desires on your husband."

Opal blinked. "But I'm only fourteen."

Her mother stroked her daughter's hair once and stood, encouraging her daughter to the same. The two stood almost eye to eye, with her daughter being slightly taller than her mother. Nadia reached for her apron and tied it behind her back.

"Perfect. I can take care of the details. You can go to the United States!" America! Fast cars, big buildings, everyone a millionaire! She knew now how the American soldiers, some only a few years older than her own fourteen years were driving cars and making more money than their entire family. Her thoughts turned to curiosity.



[Waddapole, Hammerton County]

Opal's mind snapped back to the present. She could see that her young daughter had inherited her mother small breasts and petite size. The teenager hid her body behind a towel.

"Geez, Mom, masturbating is normal and healthy. JR whacks his pee-pee all the time and you don't say a thing."

Opal shook her head furiously. "That's… that's different. JR is a boy and he's older. You are a girl and shouldn't be having any thoughts about sex whatsoever! It must be that colored boy across the street."

Carol sighed and spoke before she could catch herself. "I wish."

Opal reached to slap her daughter, but stopped herself. Her mother had handled everything, but these kids today! Carol always obeyed her mother but sometimes would roll her eyes or balk at her mother's words. "You wish? But that boy's father…."

Carol grinned. "Mr. Larren? Aw, he's harmless too, Mom. I don't know what you have against them." Carol's more than friendly relationship was built on years of trust. She had an ongoing secret flirtation with the older man. Her mother a widow of nine years had once trusted the man with actually caring for her two hellions. It was only recently that her mother seemed to change the way she thought of her long time neighbors. Carol had noticed the change but continued her own friendship with her neighbors. Opal actually wasn't surprised at her daughter's attitude. In spite of some prejudices learned early. She took pains not to pass on such thoughts to her son and daughter. Opal changed her tactics and took a chance.

"Carol, are you still a virgin?"

The young teen didn't hesitate. "Of course, Mom. Just because every other girl in town is fucking and sucking everything in sight doesn't mean I will too. I'm saving myself for Bubba. If only he weren't so shy."

Opal grinned at her own relief and her daughter's plans. The woman was so relieved she didn't even comment on her daughter's crude choice of words. She briefly wondered about the type of kids the two might have. Carol was smaller than petite and was blessed with a perfect body. Bubba, her boy next door was well over six feet tall and also blessed with a perfect body. In fact, in a wild daydream, she envisioned the two in marital bliss and a dozen kids all with fat sports contract. Opal seemed at peace, grateful that her daughter hadn't inherited the same feelings she inherited at that age. Opal was grateful that her daughter wouldn't be merely a plaything for a group of men, grateful that unlike her, she wouldn't suck off one man and then beg for his friends too!

Thank goodness her mother made her get married at such an early age. Only by wearing out her late husband had she been able to quench her high charged urges. Sure, she'd slowed down some, but only because her husband did as well. Not once during her married life did she ever turn down her husband's advances. No, her daughter Carol Ethel Brazil wasn't going to like her. Finally, the cycle that had claimed her and every female ancestor had been broken. No, Carol Brazil was going to be different. Certainly she could stir her away from the same trouble she had gone through at that age. Carol Brazil, my daughter was not going to be like me. Or… at least that's what she hoped. Opal reached out and stroked her daughter's hair. She had to tell her. The mother daughter bond reached out and entwined the two. For a moment, Opal had her daughter's courage and spirit. She spoke as if she were in a trance.

"Carol, you are fifteen now. You are a state gymnast champion and I'll always be proud of you. Olympics or not."

The youngest Brazil tried hard to understand her mother. There was a peace about her that Carol sensed. It soothed her. "Thanks… mom, um, that's not all is there?"

Opal raised an eyebrow. "No. You should know that someday, maybe not, but maybe someday you'll awaken as a young woman. Be ready. Try hard to remember all of the things I taught you. Don't give in to temptation."

Carol rolled her eyes, but found she was caught by her mother truthful gaze. "Mom, Sometimes I think of…," her voice trailed off. The two had grown slightly apart as of late. Carol couldn't bring herself to tell her mother of the thoughts she had been having. Thoughts of the boy across the street and terrible thoughts of another boy, meaner more hateful. Opal winked and regarded her daughter's almost natural state. This seemed to break the spell for a moment. "We all do, Carol. Just remember who you are and how I raised you." Opal glanced at her watch again. "I… I must be going. Cook for JR, when you have a chance."

"I'll try not to poison that stinky butt." Carol shot back.

Opal sighed. The truce was over. Carol was a normal teenager, arguing with her mother, testing her limits. "Just do it, Carol."

"Awww Mom…." A quieter voice. "Sure Mom. I'll make sure he eats something besides junk."

Opal threw her little girl a random compliment. "Not all of us have a perfect body like you, my little champion. If I had half your willpower and strength, I'd be able to keep off those extra pounds. Oh and one last thing and I'll leave to get dressed. I know you have a lot of things to do besides stay in this room." The implications were obvious. She was dropping a heavy for Carol to get out of her room and NOT masturbate. Carol took the hint and started reaching for her Waddapole High School football jersey. It was not a coincidence the number belongs to her unrequited love.

"What is it Mom?"

"Those High heels you bought for your school dance? YOU ARE NOT TO WEAR THEM UNTIL THE DANCE!" Opal slammed the door. She wished she hadn't lost her temper. But maybe, if she were stern enough. Perhaps if she were watchful enough. Carol would have a different adolescence.

"Yes," She said out loud, "Carol will be different."

Carol jumped a bit at the slammed door. She dropped her towel, standing nude in her room. Proud of her athletic body, she made a few muscles in the full length mirror and opened her closet door. She eyed the heels her mother had forbidden her to wear. She rubbed the smooth white open toed pump, wondering if she should've insisted on a strap for the heel. That Brandy! Carol felt her friend could talk her into anything.

Her mind raced a bit. "It's just a pair of heels, what's the big deal. Geez, I'm only four nine after a guy who almost two feet taller than me. I gotta wear 'em."

The tiny gymnast set the pump down and stepped into it. "Geez, their high." She stepped out of the shoe and replaced it in its box. Hearing a car engine, she peeked out of the window and saw her mother pull out of the driveway. Good. Fanning out her hair, she reclined on her bed and gently felt her breasts. As her friend had taught her, she traced lightly around the nipples and spread her legs. Licking her two fingers, she brought her delicate touch to her smooth shaven peach. Her mind drifted to thoughts of the fantasy. Carol gently traced along her lips, skipping the small button of joy. She pictured Mr. Larren and her nipples tightened. A small breath and she pictured her brother, JR. taking her in his arms.

'Whoa! JR? Eww…, No way! Where did THAT come from?' Her eyes opened. A deep breath and she began again. A gentle circular motion and Carol trapped her small node teen between two fingers and increased her forbidden masturbation. In her minds eye, not Mr. Larren this time, but his son Bubba. Healthy, virile and strong. The nicest guy she knew, the biggest boy in school. Her face grimaced as her small slit moistened. Yes, this was the fantasy she wanted.

The little miss shuddered once, vibrated her swollen clit and shuddered again. Her back arched and she removed her hand to allow her quivering body a chance to be still. "Mmmm, easy and quick." she murmured to herself. "Mmm maybe too quick." Her visions melted away. It was always too quick when she thought of Bubba Jr. Carol remained balled in a slight fetal position, smiled and stretched. She thought of a quick shower to remove the light dew from her perfect form.

"Mom's getting weirder everyday, what was that talk all about? I'm not like her," Carol thought. "I'm different."

The youngster grabbed a towel and peeked out of her door. The coast clear, she slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. She remembered a baby sitting job and forgot all thought of mother's conversation. The young teen was sure that she was right. She wasn't like her mother.

She was going to be different.





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Introduction.
Life in Hammerton County, Waddapole High School

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Waddapole High School was the largest high school in the permissive land of Hammerton County. Situated between Beavertown and McCoyville, the school had a state championship football team as well as an all-around championship squad in female gymnastics. It was a good school, but one with a bad reputation. The bad reputation came from several incidents of students supposedly dragged into a bathroom and repeatedly gang raped. However, due to possible gang intimidation of the girls' families and the reluctance of the girls willing to testify made the gang even bolder. The fact the some of the girls actually ended willing gang sluts didn't deter the gang from seeking new prey at any opportunity.

Molly "Goggles" Glug was a pretty fifteen year old girl who attended Waddapole High. Several times she had been warned NOT to go through this particular outside walkway, but the high school was huge and the distance very far. The spectacled teen was almost to her class, the hallways all but empty. Perhaps that it is why she was so startled when the large teenaged figure suddenly appeared before her. The youth was almost six feet tall, of medium build with crispy corn-rowed hair. His black skin seemed toughened and scarred but matched his crooked teeth. Alphonse Jones had grown up poor, black, and hard. When his demeanor failed to get him laid, he found that his physical prowess had more than made up for a young girl's denial. His first rape was brutal and quick and gave him a taste for more.

Molly's eyes widened in instant fear as more teens from all persuasions came to his side. They seemed to ooze from the corners and the cracks as they were cockroaches. Jones didn't pick his gang members by race, creed, or color. He picked them by one overriding factor. Their willingness to rape any female. To Molly, her imagination ran wild at the thought that she could be this pack of animals' next victim. Her chest swelled and her breathing grew rapid. "Sarah, I didn't mean to get in your way. Excuse me." A quick step to the side that was blocked by Jones, another step blocked by another youth. Molly Gallic wasn't dumb. She realized she had made a huge mistake and dropped her books to run the other way. Before the books hit the ground her delicate body was gripped rudely by the arm and shoved into the boys' bathroom.

Fear knotted in her stomach and killed her mind. She wanted to scream, but a quick finger to his lips by the gang member quelled that thought. Molly's high pitched voice trembled as she spoke.

"Please… don't hurt me."

As the bathroom doors swung shut, other gang members were coming from the stalls. The stink of cigarettes and piss filled the air. Molly swung her head around. 'There are so many of them,' she thought. Jones took his time in confronting the scared young girl, by the time he spoke Molly was almost grateful. But only for a second.

Jones motioned his troops near as she spoke to his next victim. "Baby. Me and the dawgs were wonderin': Is there any worse three words then, 'dry forcible sodomy'? Hmmm?"

Molly broke down, sinking to her knees. "My Gawd, No…! Please… No. Please…. let me go!?"

Jones nodded his head. "I'm glad to see you agree. If'n you give up a little skull session, it'll go easier for you. You get outta here, no harm done."

The small brunette swallowed; her mouth thick with spit. It wouldn't be the first time she had sucked off a boy. Just this past summer she had let a boy grope her breasts and delivered first clumsy blowjob. He had told a friend and that ended her first love. Her voice still trembled as she hoped against hope. "Then… then you'll let me go? Really?"

Jones opened his hands and raised his arms. "Sure… sure. We just want a little fun. Here, baby start with this." Jones closed the small distance to the kneeling girl. Standing less than a foot from her weak cringing form, he exposed himself to Molly Glug. The girl was almost surprised by the size of the leader's penis; it wasn't as large as her past boyfriend's. But the person wielding the organ was easily meaner and more intimidating.

Gallic remained paralyzed with fear as Aliveness pushed her glasses back from her nose with his dick head. He gripped her hair and roughly jerked her head back. He saw the look of fear on her and enjoyed the eye contact as he rubbed his hard prick over her soft teenage skin. Already Molly could feel the stains of his precum as her attacker rubbed himself off on her pretty freckled face. She winced at the sharp pain as Jones pulled her hair again while rubbing his head across her thin lips. Glug understood and barely opened her mouth, feeling his smooth cockskin slip into her mouth. She barely moved her head back and forth, increasing her head bobbing in time with Jones forceful tugging of her hair. Remembering all that she knew, she closed her eyes and imagined her boyfriend of the past summer. A mistake as she felt a slight dampness at her white-pantied crotch. Molly didn't want to be wet for these boys, but the way Jones moved her back and forth was both forceful and dominating.

Molly moved her head back and forth of her own accord, sucking off the gang leader. She felt the way his cock was expanding and knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came in her mouth. Before she could finish, another rough pull of her hair and Jones left her mouth. Jones bent his erection to kill his impending climax. "Dammit, 'ho, that wasn't too bad. You'll get better with practice. Now then, all fours… you know the position."

Molly frowned, "Huh? But you wanted, you said…."

Jones voice was even and mean. "NOW!"

Molly obeyed him, her fear growing once again. What had she done wrong? "But…," resigned to her fate, she assumed her position. This is the same position her ex boyfriend had suggested. He said he wanted to fuck her face and watch her ass move back and forth. Molly had thought his desire strange and refused the option.

Jones eyes widened. "Hold her down, dawgs. Put her face on the fuckin' floor." With the practice of a dozen rapes, one boy held each arm and pressed on the back of her neck until her cheek was pressed against the grimy bathroom floor. Molly whimpered as she felt the skirt being lifted up and the cool rush of air on her virgin peach as her panties were torn away. Tears joined Alphonse's precum on her face when she felt her ass being positioned so that she could be screwed properly.

"Spread your asscheeks, bitch. See? No dry forcible sodomy. It should go a lot easier now that you helped lube me up a bit."

The whimpering teenaged girl had no choice but to obey. The sight of her own hands holding open her ass sent a cheer from the gang members and humiliated the youngster further. Jones motioned to the youngest member of his gang. "Tawny, this is your first one, so you gotta do the duty."

Tawny Sandoval was a former victim of the gang. They had used this particular technique to break her and turn her into a gang slut. She remembered with both shame and relish the way she actually knocked on Jones's door and begged him and his friends to gangbang her… again. Molly didn't even recognize the girl at first. Her hair was cut short and against school rules, she wore the boys' uniform. Blue jeans and a white T-shirt, which she covered the Dawgs signature leather jacket. Taking the jacket off, she let the boys raise Molly just enough for her to slide underneath. Immediately she began cunt lapping the girl and closed her eyes only when she saw Jones drive forward, busting the girl's ass cherry in one solid stroke. Glug started seeing stars as the pleasure from the cunt licking was wiped out by the length of sturdy teenage prick buried in her ass. Over and over the awful impalement continued, while ever so slightly, tiny bits of pleasure washed over crotch. Molly shivered once as she felt the cock in her ass expand a bit and then she trembled again as heard Jones claim his victory.

"AWW YEAH YEAH (UHN!) YEAHHHH! RIGHT UP YOUR ASS! NEXT!"

"God no…." The only sound she could make. A plea for mercy that would be ignored.

Molly felt the pressure leave her ass and the pleasure immediately take over. She fought against it. The girl kept telling herself not to cum while these bastards gang raped her ass. Once again the pleasure in her cunt was replaced by pain due to more teenaged meat now being planted firmly in her ass. This prick was considerably thicker than the gang leader's penis and Molly could immediately feel the difference. Her felt like it was about to split in two when, the boy named Hose started pumping her ass. She wanted to use any method possible to escape from the awful anal rape when the smallest tingle began. Against her will, her young body betrayed her, shivering and twisting and aiding her rapist in this forced sodomy.

Molly kept telling herself, 'I can't help myself, it's so hard to fight, and it's too hard to fight' "OOoooOh No… I…UHN!" With a final grunt, Hose unloaded his steaming load into Molly Glug, he remained buried to the hilt, grinding and milking the final spasms of his wet, nasty climax. When he withdrew, Molly groaned in disappointment and shame, but had no time to dwell on anything else but the next hard teenage cock sliding easily into her well fucked ass.

The teen was ruthless. He lifted her up slightly and dug his fingers hard into her soft flanks, leaving purple and gray bruises on her delicate skin. Hard and fast, he kept pumping her newly used asshole. Over and over, the teen would remove his prick to the head before burying himself deep in Molly's fifteen year old anal sphincter. The never ending cunt lapping, the relentless train of dickmeat plugging her butt broke her. When the girl trapped underneath her writhing form began sucking Molly's clit, her hips responded, moving with flick of Tawny's tongue on her joy button. The nameless teen riding her ass, cocked his head quickly to his rape mates. Each word he spoke came out in time with thrust up Molly's battered back door.

"I… win… the… pool, she's… breakin'… right now yeah yeah Yeah YEAH!!" At that moment, the teen released his torrent of hot semen and this final staining brought about a slow bleat of shame and humiliation from the gang raped teenager.

Molly "Goggles" Glug became known as Molly "GangBang" Glug from this moment on. The well sodomized teen began to shake and shiver from a simultaneous anal and clitoral orgasm that hardened her nipples till they hurt and started a wash of orgasm that never seemed to end.

"Aba aba I… uh… uhnnnn…." Strange unintelligible sounds that babbled forth from the wiped out teenage girl. Sounds followed by the sound of her high pitched grunting as the yet another teen took his place. No longer in control of her body, a minor climax washed through her tender crotch as they boy yelled laughed and yelled, "NEXT!"

Jones shook his head from side to side. "Damn, she broke easy. I expected more of a fight. Whatta sad little bitch. Little slut is already fucked so silly she can't talk." The gang leader watched his fellow dawg finish and another teenager move in for his turn. Already, he had his mind forming on whom would be next. Checking his watch, he knew his gang had at least half hour to take turns fucking her lights out. He snapped his fingers and Tawny shimmied from her place and kneeled in front of her leader. Without hesitating, Tawny took his slimy black dong in her mouth and began cleaning him off.

"Who's next?" He wondered aloud. "I can pick 'em or what?" There were murmurs of appreciation from his gang. But what captured his attention was the muffled sound from the girl sucking him at the time.

"Kawah Bwacil." The girl said, the words muffled by black dick meat.

Jones frowned and roughly pulled her head up. He was already pissed at Tawny. Her parent's were moving and were taking his newest gang slut away. Of course, he blamed Tawny. "What was that, slut? What the fuck did you say?"

Tawny caught her breath and said the name in a whisper.

"Carol Brazil."






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Chapter 1.
Adventures In Babysitting

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Carol Brazil wasn't just small for her age. She was tiny. Even though she was fifteen years old, she was still just four foot nine and seventy five pounds soaking wet. To compliment her small frame, were her perky apple-sized tits with fat nipples that stood out even when she wasn't cold. She wished she could be built more like her mother. A widow who was small in height like her teen age daughter, but with big sassy tits that moved like two small animals when she jiggled by in her ever present three-inch heels.

Carol didn't know it yet, but she had bloomed into not just a pretty girl, but a beautiful one. Her hair was a shiny black that complimented her amber skin. Her body had become firm and strong from many years of gymnastics. In fact considering that she was state gymnastics champion she could've been vain, but it was the fact that her best friend, Bubba Larren, star of the Waddapole High School football team never took more than a platonic interest in her that had kept her more than humble.

She was enamored with the giant athlete who had always remained her best friend, but never more than that. With her pretty face and superb body she was always a little sad that they were just friends. After all, she was the "girl next door" so to speak. Actually, her best friend lived across the street and always walked her to school when she couldn't get a ride. Carol kept giggling to herself as she walked home. She had just finished the strangest week of baby sitting she had ever had. She sneered at her big brother as she came into her house. The seventeen year old was already giving her a hard time, something that most brothers do to their little sister.

Her brother, JR, sneered back. "Hey you little shit. Mom said you gotta make me lunch for tomorrow."

"Make it yourself; I'm not your slave."

JR stretched once from ever present position on the couch. "Look peewee, Mom said so and if you don't I'm gonna tell her about that report card you stashed."

Bad grades and a bossy brother, something that most teenage girls have to deal with every day. "Okay, okay I'll do it after I call Brandi; I got some stuff I gotta tell her about gymnastics."

JR went back to watching TV and Carol went to her room to change. She peeked out of her window and saw Bubba coming home. She waved, picked up the phone, and started talking to her best friend Brandi Johnson.

"Brandi, the strangest things have been happening to me all week."

"What? You finally got into Bubba's Larren's pants? It ain't gonna happen. That big black friend of yours is totally a gaybot."

Carol immediately defended her friend. "He is not! He's just shy!"

Brandi shot back, "I'd be gay if I were a guy with a microcock too! I hear he won't even shower with the rest of guys, so they won't see him and laugh."

Carol could feel her spunk rising. "Won't matter to me. He's six foot six 250 pounds of muscle and he's gonna be all mine. Besides, as small as I am, I don't want a big one."

"If you can convert him. C'mon admit it. He hangs around you all the time and he hasn't tried anything once. That boy is queer!"

Carol started really getting pissed. "Do you want to hear what happened or not?"

"Tell me"

"Well, it started two weeks ago and I've been letting it happen whenever I go over to baby sit the Davidson boy…




[TWO WEEKS EARLIER.  Babysitting Tommy]


"Tommy, if you acted your age, you wouldn't need me to baby-sit you."

"Yeah, yeah, Mom said you should cook for me and that's what I want."

Carol thought he reminded her of brother. He was average height and only six months younger than she was, but was totally helpless around the house. Carol picked up the phone. "Look in the kitchen, you'll find somethin' to eat."

"My mom is paying you good money to cook for me, not yak on the phone."

"Geez, what a brat!" She put the phone down. "It'll be a few minutes." Carol had been wearing just a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. She opened her backpack and produced a pair of white mules (strapless high-heeled sandals) with three-inch heels. She slipped into them and stood teetering slightly until her teenage muscles gave her balance.

Tommy had been watching the whole thing and piped in. "What'cha wearing those for?"

"The homecoming dance is next week. I gotta get used to wearing these slip on heels. Wish I were taller; then I wouldn't need the heels to be so high."

"They… they look great on you."

Carol look surprised. Even though she was baby sitting the teen, she did consider him a school peer and still lacking a bit of self confidence, she appreciated the compliment. "Why thank you Tommy." She spun around and gave him a better look. "How do they make my legs look?"

Tommy almost leered and had to fight from drooling. Carol with her perfect little body, long slender legs that slinked down perfectly into the high heels was a teenage boy's dream. "Sexy. Damn sexy."

Carol sneered a bit. "Don't cuss around me. I don't like it. I'm gonna get your dinner ready." Actually, she learned every slang word and vulgarity before she turned ten from her partner in crime, Brandi, but she didn't want the familiarity with a teenaged boy who should be watching himself.

Turning to freezer, her ankle gave a moment then straightened. She had to walk slowly to get used to wearing the heels shaking and twisting a bit to keep her balance. She walked through the swinging doors in front of kitchen and started preparing the boy's meal. As she closed the freezer door, she saw Tommy looking over the swinging doors, he appeared to be shaking, and he still had that leer on his face. Carol stamped a foot, making her small teenage tits jiggle. "Tommy, what are you doing back there?"

"Uhh. Nothin' just watching you cook." The lad swallowed, his eyes had been wide at getting an unexpected leg show from the darling. A lewd desire and a bold chance made him reckless as exposed and aroused he began a not so secret session of self abuse. Instead of scampering away at the hint of discover, Tommy was frozen by the image of her fat nipples hardened due to the freezer. Carol thought for a second, headed for the swinging doors. Holding the door, her eyes opened wide in shock as she saw Tommy with his fifteen year old dick in his hand. He was rock hard and stiff as a board. Carol had never seen a stiff penis before, but from talking with her friend, she knew now exactly what the teen was doing. She stared at it for a while and in spite of his fear, her watching kept Tommy hard.

The tiny tiger felt her mouth go dry and her breath quicken. The sight of her first erection in the flesh made her nipples harden and a small itch in her crotch became more and more evident. She saw his hand had stopped moving and his teen member standing proudly as if in salute. The head was a strange purple color but the shaft was a pinkish hue. Curiosity took over. Carol moved a step closer to him, his small dick brushing against her. She wasn't sure if she should be repulsed or not. The young girl had a little experience due to her talks with her best friend, Brandi. But nothing first hand. To her it seemed a little big, but in reality was just less than five-inches. 'If his penis was typical,' she thought, 'it would feel big, but nothing to be scared of.'

The young miss looked at the boy's member, and then scowled. One look from her took control of the situation.

"Tommy! Look at me! No you idiot, look at my face, not legs. I said my face not my breasts."

Finally Tommy met her stare. "I'm sorry, its just that you're so… so…."

Carol wanted to roll her eyes, but that she couldn't tear them away from her first hardened prick. "Quit drooling you idiot." Carol swallowed as she couldn't believe that she was actually going to ask questions about his penis. "Is this a big penis?"

Tommy a little surprised, couldn't help but move his hands to his penis, and started stroking it slowly. He thought her voice was like pure honey. "I….I think so. Does it look big to you?"

Carol wondered what it felt to stroke it like that. She kept staring; it looked pretty damn big to her. She didn't answer him, but instead kept up her questioning.

"Stop doing that." The little gymnast watched him drop his hands to his side. "So tell me, is this as big as it gets?"

Tommy wanted to lower his head, but he was entranced by her teenage beauty. All at once he had realized that his dream girl was asking him about his penis. "No, it gets a little a bigger, just before I shoot off."

"Shoot off?" Carol had never seen a boy ejaculate before. Brandi had told her how she could make her many boyfriends ejaculate by just talking to them, puckering her lips or just telling them to cum NOW. An idea hit her. She wanted to get in Bubbba's pants in the worst way but somehow, she could never get the big teen to do just what Tommy was doing now. If she could see what it would take for a boy to shoot off, then maybe she could use the same thing on her reluctant boyfriend. "How long does it take?"

"Not long."

Carol could see how the young teen was dying to finish what he started. "Okay, rub it again." When she saw how fast his hand went back to stroking his teenhood, she couldn't help but let a little bitch come out. "Hmph! Eager aren't you?"

Carol's curiosity was overwhelming. Too many times her friend Brandi had tortured her with stories of her daring sexual exploits. Carol would call her a slut in one breath and then beg for more details in the next. Perhaps this once she would have a story to tell. "Okay here's the deal. You can have dinner or finish what you started. What'll be?"

It took Tommy all of two seconds to decide between dinner and jerking off to the baby sitter. "Will you sit in the kitchen table and cross your legs?"

"Okay." Carol walked a little quicker, getting more and more used to the heels. Her legs were naturally hairless and smooth. Her powerful calves tapered down to thin ankles and she started naturally swinging her legs a bit as he she watched Tommy sit in a chair so he could have a perfect look. The boy started slowly, stroking his small penis in time to her leg swings. Carol noticed that during the whole time, he never looked at her face, just legs and feet in the open toed high-heeled stilettos. "Are you close Tommy?"

The boy started whacking off in earnest when he heard her voice. "Ah AH AH, YEAH, yeah! Keep talking, keep swinging your legs."

Carol grew impatient; she dangled one of the pumps and started slapping the heel against her own. PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! "You gonna shoot your stuff Tommy?"

His hand was flying, he started to drool and spit on his hand to ease him along. "YEAH, SHIT YEAH!"

PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! "NASTY LITTLE TURD! C'MON TOMMY, SHOOT, SHOOT YOUR STUFF!"

The super sexiness of the petite little miss took control of his organ. "ARRGH! AH! AH! AH!! I'M CUMMIN! AH! AH! AH!! I'M CUMMIN! SHIT YEAH!"

PAP! Tommy exploded all over legs and feet, sending a string of cum along her perfect tanned legs. The rest dribbled in small spurts along his hand to the chair and floor.

Carol could feel her nipples ache and crotch to spit juices. She wanted to touch his penis to see how it felt, but she didn't know how. Suddenly she wished she wasn't "the virgin Carol" as her friend would tease. She thought of how her friend Brandi gave blowjobs to some of the jocks on the team and she wondered how her friend could ever put something like that in her mouth. She understood a little. Tommy, who had once been bratty to her, now seemed to worship her feet. She sneered at him, "Disgusting little turd."

Tommy seemed to puff up his chest, still holding his leaky dick in his hand. "I'm bigger than you."

"Everybody is bigger than me. So what? You'd kiss my feet if I told you to."

"Can I?"

Carol remembered how her friend Brandi would brag about she could make guys do anything to get her into her pants. She decided to test the waters for herself. She smiled her sweet little smile that used to get her way. "Hmm, you got your icky white stuff all over my legs and feet. Clean 'em up and you can kiss my feet."

Tommy literally ran from the room and returned with a towel. His pants were still open as she stood still watching the boy clean her feet like she was a goddess. She noticed that his little dick quickly got hard again as he lingered, daring to touch her legs with his shaking hands. When he finished the little gymnast slipped out of her shoes, put her tiny feet together, and wriggled her toes. "Good job, Tommy. Now then you can kiss my feet"

The sexy little teen was amazed as her charge still on knees from cleaning her legs groveled before her feet and kissed her feet. One second later, she heard him yelp and another stream of cum leapt from his cock onto her feet. For a second the two were fascinated by sudden contrast of milky white fluid against her tanned feet. Carol reacted first, more out of confusion then anger. Carol kicked at him, barely missing his head. "You jerk! I didn't say you could do that! Gimme that towel." She made a face while the boy stared at her in terror and awe. "Ick! What a mess."

"I'm… I'm sorry!"

"You should be. You little shit. Now remember our deal, go watch TV, I have phone calls to make. And you tell anyone about this, I'll have Bubba Larren pound your tiny turdlike self into oatmeal."

"YOU KNOW 'MANCHILD'?"

Carol laughed to herself. The newspapers called him all sort of names, "The next great two-sport athlete," "Greatest talent in the country," "Blue Chip prospect," and he's barely a freshman. "Yep. And if he finds out what that you've been jerking off your pecker to his girl…."

The lad mouth opened further. "You are Manchild's girl? SHIT!"

Carol hemmed a second. "Yeah, more or less."

"You are Manchild's girlfriend. I never knew. It figures." Tommy looked a little disappointed. "I won't tell. But can I do it again? Please?"

"One second. Put that thing back in your pants. It looks like it'll fit now." Indeed his dick had shrunk to a limp noodle. As always the schoolmate obeyed her. She waited till he zipped up and then continued her questioning. Carol dropped to her knees in front of Tommy. It was her friend Brandi that had told her if she dropped to her knees in front of any male, that same male would immediately get what her friend had called a 'hardon'.

Tommy looked down at his dream girl on her knees. He had jacked off to this particular fantasy many times. He felt himself stiffening again. "Umm, Carol, what are you doing?"

"An experiment. I'm giving you a…a hardon. Is that okay?"

"Mission accomplished. "Are you going to give me a blowjob while you're down there?"

Carol actually considered it. But she couldn't believe that she was acting so slutty. "Shut up. Don't get any ideas." She saw that could make out the outline of his cock though his pants. She studied it for a second and then gripped his bulge and started squeezing, testing the teenager for size and hardness. She looked up at him. "So this is all you? hmmm?"

Tommy wasn't sure why was doing what she was doing. But her honey like voice and gentle squeezing was all it took. He shuddered for a second and then watched the little beauty jerk her hand back. "Jeezus! It's all wet now!" She narrowed her eyes. "You shot your stuff again… didn't you?"

Tommy felt like he was going to cry. He spoiled it. He had his teenage fantasy girl right in front of him and let her get away. "I…I'm sorry! But you are just so beautiful."

Carol stood, she hadn't finished all of her testing, but she had enough knowledge for now. "That is the third time, you've…." Carol searched for a word.

"Cum? All us guys cum tons dreaming about you, Carol. Sometimes the club gets together for a jackoff party. You and Brandi are always our favorite subject."

The newness of what was happening. The frank discussion over what teenage boys thought about or looked at made her head swim a little. It hit her that what the boys called jacking off was a synonym for masturbation. Even though she wanted to hear more, she didn't want to learn all from little Tommy Davidson. She felt her anger rise due to her confusion.

"Jacking off? To me? And my best friend? You and your little club are sick. From now on, I don't want to hear about that. UNDERSTAND?"

Tommy didn't know what happened. One minute the peewee beauty was feeling him up and letting him take more liberties than he ever dreamed. The next moment, she appeared to be mad as well. Girls! He just didn't understand them. "But you said I could…."

"You could WHAT?"

"Jackoff to your legs. I'm sorry about everything else. I…."

Carol, quick to anger, quick to forgive, felt a little sorry for him. After all, he was her first fan. "Oh! Okay, just don't disturb me anymore. And if your stuff hits any part of me, the whole thing is off and you go to bed. Deal?"

Tommy perked up. "Deal! I'll even put the stuff back into the freezer."

Carol couldn't believe the newfound power. Maybe she wasn't bad looking after all. If only her best friend, Bubba would think so too. "No, go into the living room and wait, I'll zap something for you to eat."

"Really? Geez your so cool."

The teenage beauty managed a smile. "Why yes, I am VERY cool. But I still think you're a little turd, but a nice little turd. Now go!"

"Okay, okay… but first…." He shuffled to a desk drawer and pulled out a photo, handing to the healthy little gymnast. "Would you sign this?"

Carol looked at it. It was a photo of her just after she stuck her landing from her championship winning vault. "Where did you get this?" She reached for a pen and looked at the young boy. His eyes wide in adulation.

"I'm… I'm the president of your fan club. There's a bunch of us in the lower grades who think you're bitchin' cool!"

The fifteen year old cocked her head a bit. She couldn't believe she actually had a fan club! And letting this kid beat off to her was probably a dream come true. She sneered at him once, watched him cower at bit at the very thought of being rebuffed by his queen. She then she hit with a big smile and she thought the boy would die of happiness. She scribbled on the back of the photo…."To Tommy Davidson, A stud in the making… Carol Brazil".

She handed the photo back to the boy who kissed it. "WOW! When the guys see this…."

"Guys?" Carol raised one eyebrow.

Tommy kept stealing peeks at her high-heeled legs. "Sure! A bunch of guys sorta started a fan club after you won the state finals." He lowered his head. "I'm the president."

The teenage champion fought to keep her ego in check. Carol actually blushed at the thought of all those young boys idolizing her. She was barely older than they were, but it didn't seem to matter. "Well now all the guys will think you're Zeus! Now go watch TV. I'll get you some dinner before I get on the phone.

Tommy disappeared. True to his word, while Carol spent the evening talking to friends, Tommy kept whacking off to her legs. Even when she put away her heels and just arched her toes from time to time, Tommy kept jerking off.




[PRESENT DAY]


…."So Tommy Davidson went to bed exhausted from jerking off all night. If his penis is typical, I'm not worried about Bubba at all."

Brandi snickered, "Yeah, five or six-inches. The black guys are a little bigger, but I don't get the chance with Latifah Jones around. Yeah, seven is the biggest one I've had. I still haven't seen one any bigger than that and believe me, I've been looking."

Carol laughed as well, "Slut."

Brandi broke into hysterics, "That's cocksucking slut to you, Oh Virgin Carol. Maybe I should call you the Dweeb's jackoff queen! Uh oh, looks like I gotta go."

The insults were built on a lifetime of friendship, the two kept no secrets for very long and neither had ever broken their sacred trust. Carol looked at the clock. "Yeah me too, JR will have a cow, if I don't feed him on time. C'ya at school!"








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Chapter 2.
Teacher's Pet

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Carol's oxfords clicked along walkway as she ran down the hallways. She didn't like to take this route as it went along the outer always where the school thugs hung out and worse, her enemy Latifah Jones and her all girl gang would often push her around if the caught her. Still it was better than being late to Rodson's class where he graded on attitude and promptness as well as schoolwork. If only his class wasn't on the far side of campus or if Bubba was with here now, she thought, there wouldn't be any problems. Even though she knew her gentle giant of a friend hated to fight, his sheer size alone would be her saving grace.

What is happening to me? Tommy Davidson?' she thought. "Better him than Alphonse Jones'. The tiny tiger shivered at the happenings of a week ago. How could let that Jones do that to her? At least, she figured, Tommy was just an innocent experiment, to Carol what she had done with the school alleged rape artist was bad. What she almost did was much much worse. Her thoughts stopped when she saw a foot spring out from a pillar and she went tumbling forward. As she turned around, she was pushed again and saw it was Latifah Jones standing over her small frame. She got up and was pushed down again.

"I thought I tol' y'all, don't come this way, Shorty."

Carol tried to plead her case. "But I have to come this way to get to class." Great! First her brother and now his sister.

Latifah crowded her. "No way, gym bitch, only sisters can come this way." Jones, both jealous and hateful despised the young gymnastics champion. In her mind, Carol's deep tanned skin didn't make her a young lady of color. To her it was just another implied insult that had grown into a minor obsession.

One of her gang chipped in. "Thass right, you got to be black by birth or injection!" She high fived Latifah as Carol gave her a curious look.

"By injection? I… I don't understand."

"You wouldn't. Look, it is bad enough you come 'round here, sportin' that letter sweater, but you keepin' Bubba from us sisters is even worse. Yo' tanned ass ain't black, so you gots to give him back."

"Bubba is just my friend. Please let me get to class." As if on cue, the school bell rang signaling that Carol was late. The tiny teenager was pushed once more.

"Just remember, what I said bitch. If you come this way again, you gonna get yo' little gymnast ass kicked."

Carol saw a small opening in the circle of thuggish girls. "Latifah, I can only say one thing."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"FUCK YOU!" With that Carol tore through the opening, her legs pumping even faster than her heart. The tubby Latifah Jones never stood a chance to catch her. 'I may be a little runt' she thought as her powerful legs carried her to class, 'but I'm a fast little runt!'

Still panting she reached the safety of her classroom door. As soon as she entered, the teacher, Rodson slapped a ruler on his desk.

"Miss Brazil, you are one minute late!"

Carol sputtered. "But sir…."

"Quiet! I will not put up with your poor attitude any longer. You will have detention today immediately following class… UNDERSTAND?"

Carol slinked into her chair, defeated. "Yes sir."

Following class, Carol remained in her seat with her hands folded. Rodson stared at her saying nothing, and then he clasped his hands. "Miss Brazil, You should know that with today's tardiness, you are now failing my class. It looks like you will have to repeat this class."

Carol couldn't hold back. "B… but sir, if I fail this class, my mother will ground me and I won't be able to stay on the gymnastics team."

"A pity. But there is no way I can deny these grades."

"But sir, I'll do anything to pass your class, more homework, extra credit, anything!"

Rodson raised an eyebrow. "Well, there is one thing you can do."

Carol felt tears of happiness well up in her eyes. "Oh thank you! Thank you, sir! I'll work hard and…."

"Silence! Let me finish. You can pass this class, if you get down on your school girl knees…."

Carol froze.

"Crawl between my legs…."

The teenager cringed.

"Undo my pants and suck my cock! You will take every last drop of jism! UNDERSTAND?"

The little darling couldn't believe it! She drew upon her inner strength puffed out her chest, her eyes still wide in shock. She called upon her mother's words and recited them. "No sir! I can NOT!"

Rodson drummed his fingers upon the hardened cock bulge. "Oh yes! I think you can. Now then, in three seconds, you had best be on your knees on the way to my crotch with your mouth open or you can kiss any chance of Olympic glory goodbye!" Rodson knew he was risking it all, but he had fantasized too many times about having Little Carol Brazil, State Gymnast Champion with her head in his lap bobbing up and down.

Carol couldn't believe her ears. She thought of turning him in, but it would be her word against his and the failing grade would still remain. She knew had no choice. Not wanting to be caught, she went to the door first and locked it. She turned and dropped to her knees hating the leer on the fat balding teacher. She scooted slowly on the floor, feeling the dirt and grime of seven classrooms of students on her knees. By the time, she got to him, he swung his chair around, and his pants made an obscene bulge that waited for her tender care. Carol in spite of the degrading crawl, felt a spark between her legs. She didn't know it yet, but something in her nature made her want to be dominated and Rodson was doing a good job of it now. Her hands were shaking as she kept brushing against the older man’s tented cock while she struggled to undo his belt. She felt his pudgy hand caress her babysoft face as she reached in to get his cock, when she did her mouth opened an in audible gasp!

Before the only penis she had seen was that of the boy she had babysat, now the prick of a full grown man stood up before her. "AWWW MAN! IT'S SO BIG!"

Rodson's prick was built like him. Although only five-inches in length, it was at least as big around. The five by five prick made her small cunt spit juices. "Now my dear get to work, I want to see you suck my dick NOW!" The teen honey trembled more at his words. It seemed different from the way she had controlled the action with her brother and Tommy Davidson. Now she was being dominated and the same hormonal effect that plagued her mother now swept over with the swift results of action.

Carol began instead to suck it immediately feeling its heft and thickness. She couldn't close her hand around it. She felt the gentle nudge of the teacher and her head went forward. The teen swallowed once and giving to the slight but firm pressure, the state gymnastics champion opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and lowered her head. The little teen felt a slight pull of her ponytail and raised her head a bit and then quickly lowered her again, this time taking in more cock. At once, she started to choke and gag.

She raised her head; her lips already fat from her very first cocksucking effort. "I… I can't your suck your dick, sir. It's… It's too big! I'm choking cuz your dick is too big Mr. Rodson."

Rodson felt pride at the girl's words. "Surely, you sucked your boyfriend's cock before. A pretty little thing like you."

Carol hand remained curled about the shaft slowly masturbating him as she spoke. "No sir, your dick is the first one, I've ever sucked. It's only the third one I've ever seen and none of 'em were nowhere as fat as yours, sir."

Rodson shifted back into teacher mode. "Miss Brazil, just take a little at a time, then when you get used to it, you can take a little more. Wait one second." He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a lipstick he had confiscated from a student. He handed it to Carol. "Here put this on, and then start by kissing it first."

Carol opened the red lipstick and applied liberally, the way she had seen her mother do many times. She pouted her lips at the balding old man. "Is this okay, sir?"

Rodson fought back the urge to cum right on the spot. "Yes, Carol, very nice. Now then…." His pudgy hand went to the back of her head and grabbed her ponytail, giving her a slight nudge.

Carol lowered her head and started planting kisses on the rigid cock. She noted that with each kiss, the penis would lurch a bit and Rodson would squirm in his seat. She slowly eased it back into her mouth, a bit at a time and kept her eyes open to watch her teacher. Rodson seemed to be torn from closing his eyes to prolong the dangerous blowjob or remained transfixed by a wide eyed teenager laving his engorged phallus.

Carol found that her small mouth could accommodate his thick rod and as she kept sucking, she found that she would choke only now and then. Her hand was slick with spit and precum when she raised her head.

"Mr. Rodson?"

"Yes, Miss Brazil?"

"I think I like it better when you sorta force me. Will you do that so I can learn to suck your big dick properly?"

Rodson smiled, his yellow teeth showing. "Why of course, Carol." The teacher was in heaven now. What had started out as a risky proposition now was a dream come true. Here was a high school beauty on her knees begging him to force her to suck dick. She was so little it looked as if it were a tiny youngster downing his fat meat instead of the young ninth grader with the perfect body, face, and cocksucking little mouth.

Carol threw herself into the act, taking every-inch on the down stroke and tonguing him as she came up. The whole time, she never blinked, never closed her eyes as she now eagerly sucked him off.

"ULMPH, <SUCK> ULMPH!"

"THAT'S IT, LITTLE CAROL, KEEP ON SUCKING!"

"ULMPH, <SUCK> ULMPH! ULMP! <CHOKE!> ULMPH, <SUCK> ULMP!!"

"DAMN YOU'RE A NATURAL! I KNEW IT! KEEP SUCKING YOU LITTLE FUCKIN' GYMNASTIC BABY!"

"ULMPH, <SUCK> UMph, <SUCK> ULMP <CHOKE!>!

"TIME TO TAKE IT, C'MON NOW!"

Carol raised an eyebrow. "ULMPH?"

"AARRRRGGHH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL!"

Carol did as she was told as she felt the fat dick in her mouth get even fatter and eventually explode in a torrent of cum! The man's gnarled hands held her head still as he sent wave after wave of jism into her mouth, forcing her head take every last spurt. Her mouth filled to overflowing and sperm leaked out of both sides of her small mouth, staining her blouse. Carol found that she loved the taste of the old man’s cum and kept milking him so that he had to force her head up by her ponytail. He let go for an instant and Carol immediately went back down for more.

The youngest Brazil found that the salty taste of her teacher’s semen was intoxicating. A compelling urge drove the youngster to suck harder, lick more, to do something, ANYTHING… to work another drop of the old man load or just taste the tangy musk of his cockmeat. Rodson had never seen anything like it. The girl couldn't seem to get enough of the old man’s sperm. He watched the little dynamo kiss, lick and suck his cock like it the giver of life's nectar. Once again, he had to pull the young girl from his deflated prick by her ponytail. Her lidded eyes told her that right now if so wished, he could pick up the petite miss, lean her over her desk, and take her cherry. There was no time and age was working against him. Already his glans was too sensitive to take any more direct stimulation. He fought with Carol to raise her head, trying to settle the issue by yanking on her hair.

Carol could feel sparks in her crotch every time he yanked on her ponytail. She looked up her old balding teacher with his cum on her chin and a small blurt of jism on her nose. Her hand was a spermy mess, as she tried to milk the man further. "Did I do okay, sir?" Still a bit dazed and confused over her own behavior and her true feelings of wanting even more, Carol tried to manage a smile. Rodson's tie was undone, his shirt unbuttoned and his small shock of gray hair was a mess. "Damn right. Best cocksucking I've ever had."

The tiny girl finally released his cock, and noticed how the teacher was still huffing and puffing from her efforts. "Do I get an "A"?"

"Damn right! An "A" for the whole semester!"

The little gymnast eased herself up into the teacher's lap letting his spent cock rub against her silky young legs. He barely felt her weight and couldn't believe it when she started straightening his tie. Carol was still in a happy sexual hyperdrive. She didn't care that she had just broken almost rule her mother had laid out for her. It felt good to handle malemeat and she suddenly had no plans on stopping. Now she managed a full cum-stained smile.

"Thank you, sir, for letting me suck your dick. Can I do it again tomorrow? I mean, I will if you want me to."

Rodson watched the girl stand and opened her backpack. She used a towel to clean up. "Of course Miss Brazil. If I can still walk."

Surprisingly clean and without a trace of her indiscretion visible, Carol glided to the door turned and smiled.

"Hey, Mr. Rodson, how do you like my attitude now?"






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Chapter 3.
Sibling Rivalry

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Carol left the class and Bubba Larren was waiting for her. The two made a ridiculous pair. Bubba was almost two feet taller than his little pal. Yet it was she who often gave the orders for the pair. Carol found that while he seemed to have no romantic interest in her, he would take her to the movies at the snap of her fingers. He was always at every one of her gymnastics meets the same way she never missed any of his football games. As usual he grabbed her backpack to carry her books.

"Hey Shorty, what took you so long?"

Carol could feel her cheeks blush a bit. She couldn't tell him that she had been on her knees begging her teacher to force her to suck him off. It was true. It was beginning just like her mother said it would happen. So the little babe flashed her winning smile to disarm the big teenaged buck.

"Oh, I had detention today so he kept me after class so get some extra credit." She quickly changed the subject. "Big guy, you didn't have to wait for me, but it's still awfully sweet of you." 'Big Guy' was her nickname for her large friend.

The big black teenager towered over her. "I heard what happened today in the outer halls, just thought you might like an escort."

The teen beauty beamed. "My protector. Don't worry about me. I can handle myself! Look at these muscles!" Carol strained to make a bicep and got a laugh from her giant of a friend.

"Like I said, I thought you might need an escort." Carol playfully slugged the big football star and leaned against him as they walked home. Thoughts entered the junior misses pretty head. Adolescent confusing thoughts. Thoughts of watching Tommy Davidson whack off. The way she liked being dominated by her teacher. Silently Carol looked up at Bubba, trying to force her thoughts into the big teen's brain. 'If only he'd take me. I could let out these feelings. Mom was right. The dam is bursting. Mmmm, I wish Bubba would burst right through me. Dammit… What am I thinking?'

Carol forced her mind to listen to her boyfriend in waiting, picking up his conversation. "Burst right through the line and score! Um, Shorty is this getting through?"

The darling nodded, as the two had done for years, they never quit walking home. "Sure, Bubba, you want to burst through my line and score. You get through."

Bubba laughed, "Not exactly. You know, do you really like football?"

Carol thought of the way the football players head butting each other, congratulated their opponent on a "good hit". She thought it was a barbaric exercise designed purely to increase the testosterone level of the dull male population. Carol blinked. "All you guys, Soooo many of you, so big and strong… shit Bubba, I love football!"

Bubba blinked himself. Carol was all-girl and dominated him the pair easily. Over the years, she never ceased to amaze him and her sudden dizziness and fast language she reserved for her friend, Brandi, surprised the big fellow.

"Shorty you crack me up. Something knock you in the head?"

"Bubba, you want to knock me up? Is that what you said?"

Bubba stopped and started laughing. "Stop it! You're killin' me!"

Carol forced a smile. "Bubba, are seeing some girl?"

Frowning, the youngest Larren shook his head. "I'm sure. You know I'm not seeing any girls."

"Thanks a lot. What am I? Some boy?"

Bubba eyes widened. He knew something was wrong. "No, it's not like that. You know… you're not like a girl. You dig sports and stuff. You're a jock just like me."

That remark burned her self esteem. At the time, in her gym bag was a box of heels that she was thinking of returning to the store. The heels were bought in anticipation of Bubba asking her to the freshman mixer. Despite dropping hints, to her disappointment her big guy never followed up.

Disarming the lug, she bit her bottom lip. "Little Larren, I'm wearing a dress… okay?"

He shrugged. "School uniform. So what? Shorty? What's wrong?"

Six feet six-inches at fifteen years old and Bubba took a step back from the tiny star across the street. Carol wagged her small finger at him. Stopped. Tapped her foot. "There's a dance coming… soon."

Now he rolled his eyes. "Aww, C'mon, Shorty. A dance?"

Now Carol rolled her eyes. "What? Bubba are you the only black guy in school that can't dance?"

Bubba rolled his eyes at the obvious racial shot. She could do it; the girl across the street could say anything to him. Smiling, "Well, I have been clumsy lately. Maybe you could work with me on your floor exercise; I heard you're pretty good."

Carol sighed inwardly, letting him change the subject. She hadn't meant to turn on him, but her emotions were running a little ragged. She remembered that Bubba was the original good guy. The giant who wouldn't hurt a fly. "Well, if you're real good, I'll win you a guitar at my next meet."

Bubba shook his head. "No, you better keep it. I ain't got any rhythm, remember?" A nervous laughter that turned genuine. A genuine friendship that carried the two as they walked.




About halfway home, a large old Cadillac pulled up and slowed. The pair immediately recognized it has his father's old auto. "Hello Son, HELLO Carol, you two need a ride?"

Carol looked back at the older man. "Hello Mr. Larren."

Bubba Jr. peeked at the back seat and saw it filled with things from his Dad’s junk business in the backseat. "AWW Dad, you got too much stuff back here."

"Plenty of room back there for the likes of you, Carol can sit up here with me." Bubba Sr. teased his son plenty, but the love for his boy was obvious. For Carol however, it was another matter. For months she had wondered what that look on his face was, and now she could recognize it easily. It was the leer of sexual desire.

Carol had seen one boy jack off to her legs, and had sucked off her old teacher’s cock within 24 hours. She could feel her blood starting to boil. Before she remembered how her best friend’s father was always trying cop a feel from her precious little body and she would always pretend not to notice. Her mind began work a bit. She rummaged in her backpack and pulled out the white stiletto heels. Twisting, she turned to face Bubba Jr. and the seat belt caught hold of her school skirt letting the back raised up above her waist exposing her small firm ass covered with the thin white cotton panties.

She pretended to show his son her shoes, but kept one eye on his father. "Look Bubba, I bought these for the homecoming dance. That way when we get our picture taken, it won't look so funny. What do you think of 'em?"

Bubba Jr. seemed confused and seemed to go into a shell. "Uh I really, uh, don't know; if I'm going to the dance."

Carol saw the father's hand begin to snake over. Instead of skirting away, she leaned back filling his hand with her small muscular butt. She pretended not to notice that he was squeezing her ass continually while she rebuffed his son in the back seat.

"You're going to the dance. You're taking me and you're gonna buy me a pink corsage!" Her eyes opened wide when she felt his father's hand yank the thin white panties down and slip his large hand feeling up her bare asscheeks!

"Aw Shorty, I can't dance worth a darn."

She couldn't believe the boldness of his father. Feeling up her ass with his son right there in the back seat! Suddenly, the car hit a hole in the road; she went up and down a bit and found his hand was now massaging her bare cunt. She couldn't help but let out a groan.

"UHNNNNNNNN!"

Bubba Jr. scrunched his eyebrows. "Shorty! What's wrong?"

"I feel strange. I… I think I'm gonna cry!" Carol knew that the older man had found paydirt and was giving her a vigorous pussy massage.

The son rolled his eyes in surrender. "Don't do that! I'll take you to the mall so we can buy your dress tomorrow. Okay?"

Carol smiled as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her. "Thanks big guy, I knew you wouldn't let me down."

She reached back and gently pulled the hand away from her ass before she sat down. She turned to his father. "Can Bubba borrow the car so he can take me to the dance sir?"

The father looked her square in the eye. "This piece of junk?"

Carol eyes wandered down to his crotch, her eyes widened as she saw the giant length of hose along his leg. "Sir, as long as Bubba takes me, I'd go on a bicycle."

The old black man couldn't help but openly leer at the young girl. "You think you have me wrapped around your little finger like you do my boy eh?

"Yes sir." Carol wasn't looking at his face but at the lengthening meat edging down his thigh. She slowly tore her gaze away certain that he had seen her reaction at his trouser snake. "I… mean no sir… Well… I guess I do. Can Bubba borrow your Cadillac? It would be like going to the dance in a big limousine. PLEEEEEZE?"

Bubba Sr. shook his head; the little minx was always teasing him. Someday He'd make sure she'd get it and get it good! "Well… okay why not?"

Carol undid her belt, leaned over, and kissed his father politely on the cheek. As she did, she put one hand on his thigh and felt the unmistakable feel of semi-hard cock. Her mouth opened a bit and she whispered, "That can't be all you!" Then aloud so his son could hear. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Larren! You are so nice."

Bubba Sr. muttered underneath his breath. "Gawddamn tease."

As the pair arrived home, Carol could see hear mother all dressed up to entertain one of her many clients. She had landed a high profile job at the condom company and was out many nights of the week, leaving the kids to cook for them. In a lot of ways Carol didn't mind. She had free use of the phone (a teenage girl's best friend); a lot more spending money and Carol's mother always spent time with her and her brother on the weekend.

Opal stood by her new Porsche and waited for Carol to say her goodbyes. "Thank you, Mr. Larren for the ride."

The boy's father nodded and scrunched over went into the house leaving Carol with her best friend. She decided to make a move. She hugged her "boy next door" and waited to see if he would grow the bulge that was all too familiar in his father. She felt nothing. She pouted her lips and licked them once, slowly, the way her friend Brandi had told her to do.

Still nothing.

"Shorty whatcha doing'?"

Carol felt total defeat. Maybe her big black giant was gay. Well, she still would remain his friend to the end. "That was just a thank you hug. I gotta go." She ran across the street to mother, leaving the big black teen to scratch his head.

Her Mother, Opal was a lot more relaxed these days. For some reason, she didn't mind her young daughter spending so much time with the boy. However, the father was another matter. "Carol Brazil, I don't want you riding in the front seat with that awful Mr. Larren. I… I don't trust him."

Carol wondered, "Mom, are you a bigot?"

Opal looked hurt. "Why no! Of course not! His young son is a perfect gentleman. I read in the papers that he'll have his choice of any college in the country. Why in a few years, he'll make lots of money as a professional athlete. A credit to his race."

The little girl rolled her eyes. Opal continued. "But his father was a dirty common junkman. I don't like him one bit. Now I'll be entertaining tonight and then I have to catch a flight out, so I won't be back till tomorrow. Be a dear and cook dinner for your brother. He is so helpless without a woman."

"Aww Mom!"

Opal kissed her daughter on the cheek, "No backtalk, now do as I say and I'll see you tomorrow."

Carol went inside and saw JR, watching TV as usual. She went to pick up the phone to tell her friend Brandi, that she was right. There was no getting to Bubba. JR stopped her in her tracks. "Hey no phone calls until you make me dinner, peewee."

Carol could feel stress coming over her and turned right into his chest. "Nope, I think tonight you're gonna fix me dinner."

JR couldn't believe the way she sassed him. "You little shit; you wonder I'm never nice to you…."

"Shut up JR." At that instant, her hand went right to her brother’s crotch and squeezed. "MMmmm, feels like a big one, JR." The feeling hit Carol like a bolt of thunder. She was surprised herself at her own casual manner of feeling up her big brother. A hormonal impulse shot through her driving out all other thoughts. An overwhelming impulse to handle the nearest male. For Carol it didn't matter that the nearest male was her own brother.

JR could feel his cock swelling in her little hand as she massaged him through his blue jeans. "Wha… What are you doing? You can't… Ahh."

The little teenager could feel power as she watched her rough talking big brother become meek as a lamb. "Yeah, it's a big one all right. I better take it out and have a look." As much her actions surprised her, she was surprised more as she felt that dam bursting… again. The youngster was controlled by a sexual impulse that wouldn't stop.

She looked down and opened his snap and unzipped him. She jerked his baggy pants down until they bunched around his ankles. His underwear made a huge obscene bulge that she squeezed again and again. "WOW! Feels like yours is the biggest one yet JR. But I'll have to suck it to be sure. You want me to suck your dick JR?"

JR had always thought of his sister as pretty. In fact she was the cutest girl to ever handle his cock and the way her small hand kept rubbing his dick and balls was driving him crazy. Still, like most brothers and sisters, rivalry and unwritten rules kept either one from entertaining thoughts of the other. In an unthinking instant the young female had broken down the incest barrier and changed the course of their relationship. While he had some thoughts about his little sister before, he never once thought about pursuing them. His lust started early as right before his eyes JR had seen his little sister getting curves while barely growing an-inch.

The lucky teen was stunned by the sight of his clothed cock bulge and her small hands right beside the tent awaiting his command like a slave. Her tiny hands had hypnotized him more than once. For years JR had wondered what his mother's small perfectly manicured hands would look like wrapped around his member. The same thoughts then turned to his little sister's hands. Tiny, clean and with her nails clipped short. He was sure there was no way she could make all the way around him and it was a sight he was waiting to see. In a sexual stupor JR managed a single word.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, what? Tell me like a man, JR!"

"Yeah! I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY DICK, AND I WANT YOU TO DO IT NOW!"

'Strong… Dominating, much much better.'

"Of course, JR," She said in her softest voice. Carol dropped to her knees and winced as they were still sore from her afternoon suckoff session. She thumbed down his underwear and his prick sprang up rock hard and stiff right in her face. It felt so right to see it bobbing up and down and so close, her big brother could feel her breath. "WOW! You really are a big brother, JR! Your dick is big. Maybe too big! How big are you, JR?"

"Eight and a half inches. Seven-inches around."

His sister shook her head at her luck. Her best friend was slowly working her way through every guy in the eighth grade in search of what she called, "a true monster cock". The largest she had found was seven and a half inches. Carol shook her head thinking if her friend only knew that maybe the monster she was looking for, lived in the same house with her.

"You better grab my ponytail and force me a bit so I don't lose my nerve." Carol was going to suck his dick regardless of whether he forced her or not. But she loved being dominated and taken advantage of. The second he grabbed her ponytail and pulled, her mouth opened and she lunged forward. Once again, Carol never shut her eyes, but this time she looked at her big brother’s dick as she slowly inhaled bit after bit of his thick rod. Her older sibling watched with glee as his little sister tongued and sucked his rod. He loved the way her eyes crossed as they peered down the thick remainder of his dick and he shivered as her small hand unsuccessfully tried to wrap around his thick schlong.

"Geez, Peewee, You must really like sucking cock."

Carol mumbled something, but she couldn't talk very well with her big brother’s cock in her mouth. He yanked his sister’s head up by her ponytail so he could hear the little teen cocksucker speak.

"OWW! I said, I like sucking on a big dick like yours, Big brother. Now feed me." Her head wiggled back down straining against her brother’s grip as he tried to set the rhythm but his little sister was enjoying herself so much that he could feel his balls tightening for a familiar blast. Carol could feel her brother’s dick getting fatter and she was finding it difficult to breathe. His cock was so long that the teenager couldn't take it all. Her hands roamed on his thighs and found his full nutsack, so she began to gently knead them again and again. As she did, she found that her siblings cock would puff up as well so she did it again and again.

"Carol, I think I'm gonna cum!"

His little sister lifted her head for a second, spoke and then went right back down on her big brother with the fat cock.

"FEED ME, BIG BROTHER, FEED ME DINNER!"

"KEEP SUCKING, LITTLE SISTER, KEEP SUCKING! I'M ALMOST THERE!"

Carol's head bobbed back and forth. "ULMPH!! ULMPH!! ULMPH!! <CHOKE!>"

"AARRRGH! EEEYEAH!!! I'M CUMMIN'! TAKE IT SIS! TAKE IT ALL! ARRRGH!"

The first blast went right into his little sister’s mouth and filled it to overflowing. She opened her mouth for air and his cum flowed out from the sides of her mouth soaking her chin with thick white jism for the second time that day. JR released her sister’s head and his cumblast shot right across her cheek and on her nose! The entire time, she kept her eyes opened so she could watch her brother’s face grimace in orgasm. With his cock pulled out, Carol wrapped one hand around her brother’s shaft and kept pumping his cock, feeling it go soft and deflate.

Once again, she was caught in an irresistible impulse. Carol wanted more, she needed more. Her mind forgot about her gentle giant again as she planned the times she could suck off her teacher and her big brother too! Once again a little dazed and confused, her minded clouded with heavy lust. The little girl was fascinated with her brother’s penis instantly comparing deflated size to its aroused state. Still gently pumping and squeezing him with her delicate grip, she felt her brother weakly try to pull away. Even then she wouldn't let go and her brother bucked as his little bitty sister deliberately kept hold of the sensitive head, squeezing his glands until he couldn't take any more and collapsed at her knees.

Little Carol wiped her chin with a spermy hand and licked the rest of her own big brother’s cum from her lips. "MMMmmm, thanks for the meal, JR. You shoot an awful lot of sperm, JR. No wonder you took so long."

"I… I’ve never been sucked off like that before. Not by someone as pretty as you. I wanted it to last as possible."

Carol smiled as she wiped the last of her big brother’s wad from her face. "So you do think I'm pretty, after all?"

"AWW, sis, you're one of the prettiest girls in school."

"Why thank you JR." Carol stood, letting her big brother see under her skirt. "All that sucking of your big dick, made me hungry."

"Just relax, Peewee, I'll cook dinner for you tonight."

Carol headed for the stairs to clean up. She grinned more to herself. "Why thank you JR. You are so nice to me." Carol was sure he would be a lot nicer to her from now on. Without an inward gaze, she didn't realize how she awakening and awakening fast. With sex on her mind, she began to figure how she was going to accomplish her goal. How to "convert" Big Bubba Larren Jr. into her boyfriend. She had some ideas but knew a call to Brandi certainly couldn't hurt. Noticing a stray bit of sperm on the back of her hand, she licked it up and reached for the phone.







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Chapter 4.
Size Matters

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Carol was back on the phone talking with Brandi. The only details she left out was about his pals father was feeling up her small ass and tiny cunt while his own son sat in the backseat.

"Yep, so he's taking me to the dance after the big game."

She could hear Brandi chuckling through the receiver. "Not bad, a pair of glassy eyes, a trembling lip and you have star of the football team wrapped around your little finger."

The cute little teen snickered herself. "Naw, I had him wrapped around my finger since I was six years old. Don't know why, but that big lug has always liked me."

"Yeah, too bad he's gay. But that's not all I heard about Bubba."

Carol hated hearing anything negative about her friend and could feel herself getting pissed again. "Like what?"

"Like he has the smallest cock of any boy in the school. I hear he even waits till the rest of gym class showers before he takes his so they can't see him and his microcock. Poor guy! A huge black guy with a tiny cock, if I were him I'd be gay too."

Carol screamed into the phone. "I don't care! I'm not a size queen like you! AND BUBBA IS NOT GAY!"

The gymnast slammed the phone down in disgust. She was going to tell her best girlfriend about the size of her brother’s cock, but she could forget it. After a second, her temper calmed as always and she called her back.

"Brandi, what should I do about Bubba?"

There was a silence for a second as Brandi let friend suffer a bit. "HA! Runt. Stupid little virgin! I knew you'd call back."

"Sorry."

"I know! I know! What a big temper for such a runt. Now then, the answer is obvious. You gotta shock the boy. You gotta overwhelm his hormones till he's practically raping you. But you gotta make his little bitty dick hard first."

"But how?"

"Sneak into his room, strip off your clothes, and be waiting for him buck ass naked in your mom’s high heels! If that doesn't work, nothing will."

"Kinda obvious, isn't it?"

"Exactly, shave your cunt too. As small as you are, it'll give that you that babydoll look. It'll drive him crazy."

"My hair is already shaved off. That way it won't show when I'm in my gymnastics uniform. You sure it will work?"

"Always worked for me. Trust me, he'll be buttfucking your virgin ass all night long."

"Goodness! I…I'll try it. At this point I'll do anything."

"Let me know if it works. I gotta go. I'm gonna try and get this boy called Mule. I hear his dick isn't that long but he's supposed to be thicker than any boy in school!"

"Slut."

"Cocksucking slut to you! Bye!"

Carol hung up the phone. She set her alarm clock for midnight, stripped naked and began her exercises for gymnastics, stretching her taut body and trying to figure out her new behavior. Her mother had said something, but it wasn't very clear. Carol tried to think of her past meets and future victories, but her mind riveted back to her sexual encounters.

The teen dream concentrated on a handstand. Her well trained muscles held her firm and her mind drifted back to a scene with Alphonse Jones. Carol remembered the cornrowed hair and how Bubba turned down an offer from her to do the same to his hair. She also remembered the day he blocked her path. Without strain, Carol pivoted on her hands and spread her legs until they were perfect angles with her slim form. The strength of a champion showed as Carol began doing light pushups, while maintaining the handstand. It was a maneuver she had mastered when she was still a pre-teen phenom. On her thirtieth push up, she began to grit her teeth. "I bet Alphonse would know what to do with me," came from her lips and she tumbled forward.

Taking deep breaths, her body glistening with sweat, she took a moment to relax. Her mind drifted back to a little more than a week ago. What happened a week ago, she didn't want to dwell on.




[ONE WEEK, A FEW DAYS LATER]

Carol was still smiling at the way, Latifah Jones and her crones made a path as she held Bubba's arm. Some mild trash talking as they passed, but nothing that would bother her and very few things ever seemed to upset her jurassic-sized escort. A wistful sigh of unrequited love escaped her lips as they parted ways till the rest of the day. If only he could walk her to class every day. But still only a small distance to go. "Darn it, where is everyone. Am I that late? I'm the only one in the hallway." Carol's eyes widened a second as she realized what hallway she was in. She had walked it too many times, been late too many times, but after what happened to Martha, she didn't want to be there at all.

A door swing from that bathroom froze her. Carol knew Martha Glug and what really happened in that boy's room. The instant memory lashed at her mind and paralyzed her for a second. Long enough for the tall Negro to step out and confront her.

"Heyyy, Little Shorty, got time to talk?" Jones hands seemed to move in the pockets of his baggy pants. His plaid shirt was buttoned at the top but swung open. The school had cracked down on the simple bandana that spoke of gang colors.

Carol knew what gang. Not interested in money or turf, the Dawgs just wanted one thing and the thought made her shiver with fear. She swallowed and tried to step aside only to be matched by Jones's own step.

"No, I can't talk. I have to go to class. You should go too!" Once again, she tried to sidestep but stopped when he gripped her arm hard. "Owww, let go of me."

Jones smiled and yanked hard on her arm trying to quickly toss her light body into the bathroom. He was surprised at her strength as she skidded away and twisting into the lockers with a metal clang. Jones quickness surprised her as he put an arm by either side of her shoulder and looked down on the junior miss. "Dammmmnn, Bay-bee, you a strong little Shorty."

Carol swallowed again and fought against her fear. She managed a quick snarl. "What do you want? Alphonse Jones."

Jones pressed against her, intimidating the young teen. "You know what I want. What a waste, that fine ass of yours. I know Manchild can't hang wit you. Microcock is flamin' anyway."

Carol turned her head and was repulsed by the feel of Jones's hand on her chin, snapping her face to meet his leering gaze. Carol's return was weak. "Bubba is more than that, I mean…" The teen hated herself for even speaking. She knew she didn't have to justify her friendship with anyone to the likes of Jones.

Jones pressed her. "Awww, it's all right. I've been watching you. You spreading baby or you ready to spread. I can help you, little miss gym champ." Jones lowered a hand to his crotch and gripped himself. He could see the way, she trembled and the way her eyes darted downward for an instant. "Yeah, Bay-bee, I'm a man, you a Shorty and I can tell you're ready to burst ain't you?"

Carol eyes did look down. The bulge wasn't overwhelming, but it didn't matter. Thoughts of Tommy Davidson's pecker appeared in her mind and a small bit of curiosity creeped through her. A tightening of her nipples and she felt a small shudder. She wanted to be taken, but not by the likes of a creep like Alphonse Jones.

With strength she didn't know she had, Carol pushed him back a bit, dropped her schoolbag and slapped Alphonse in a fluid motion, jerking his head to the side. Her voice was filled with acid. "You are scum. You're not fit to speak Bubba's name and you are less than dirt to me."

What intimidated her more was the way Jones slowly turned his face back was the smile. It really did turn him on more when his prey showed some fight. "Mmmm, Little Shorty got some spunk. Like that, it'll be even better when WE break you."

Jones took another step to close the distance, but froze at the sound of an adult voice. "Am I disturbing something?" The voice was one that every student in Waddapole High school knew by heart. Vince Rodson, a good geography teacher, acting vice principal and now a godsend.

The youngest Brazil sputtered. I t must've looked like the two were in an embrace. "Yes… I mean NO! It's not what it looks like."

Rodson stared at Jones. "Of that, I am absolutely sure. Get to class Miss Brazil and try not to be late all the same time. I want to talk to Mr. Jones about the school attendance policy."

Carol smiled to herself, sneered to Jones and nodded to her teacher. "Yes sir. Thank you, sir. Right away sir." Carol always knew that Rodson was tough on her, but seemed to defer to her status as a campus sports star on a regular basis. Carol stooped, picked up her books, and literally ran to class.





[Present – Carol's Room, 10p]


"Damn you, Jones. I won't give in to you. I know that." Carol said more to convince herself. After that incident and the one that followed with Jones, she felt needed convincing. Feeling tired, Carol remembered her plan and went to closet. Her white prom heels and a long coat to hide her nakedness. A daring plan within a plan formed in her mind. Nothing that a rational person could consider, but a rational person didn't have to deal with an urge to be used by a rape gang or to a much lesser degree the constant harassing of Latifah Jones.

It all flashed through her mind in an instant. It could work, with a different Bubba Larren. She could beat both of the Jones's. One might be really easy; the other sibling would be a lot harder. But if it all worked, everything she wanted would come true. The young champion felt better about herself. 'This how I do things. I take control. I'm gonna stop Jones. For Molly Glug and for me.' The calm inner thoughts of peace still were compared to her awakening sexual nature. A quick shake to whisk such competing thoughts away and three quick blinks and the need for rest moved to her bed. Checking the alarm again, Carol Brazil relaxed and fell asleep. She had a lot to do that night.



[MIDNIGHT]

When the alarm went off, she awoke with a start, instantly alert. She gathered her courage and set her plan in motion. Sneaking out of the front door, she went across the street into an open window. She went upstairs, but in the dark she lost her bearings. When she saw the light on from underneath a door, she was sure which room it was and went inside.

Stripping off her coat, she put on her three-inch heels and even applied lipstick in the darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she noted something was not quite right. When she heard footsteps she started to tremble and thought of running out before Bubba Jr. caught her. When the door knob turned, it was too late. The door opened and she saw the huge silhouette of her best pal. The light clicked on and she saw with shock, that it wasn't Bubba Jr., but his father Bubba Larren Sr!

"Well, well, well, what have got here?" The voice was deep and shook her a bit. As he walked toward her, she could see that he was wearing only pajamas bottoms. Instantly she knew where Bubba got his muscles. His father was as tall his son and his body rippled with thick slabs of sinew.

"Carol! You little sneak! Come to see my little boy eh?" The calm voice belied his true feelings. Always horny, he had been indulging himself in his favorite fantasy. The taking of a teenage tease that just happened to live across the street. It didn't matter that it would be statutory rape or she was his son's best friend. All that mattered was a gorgeous little teen was going to get her due and nothing was going to stop him.

Carol normally smiled when she would hear the man refer to his son as his "little boy". But now, the little teen shook at the sight of the father advancing on her. She could tell that this man was different from any time he had seen before. The tiny wonder now recognized the look of male lust and she saw that best friend's father had that look now. The way he was walking was different, almost stiff legged. Her shining eyes drifted down and saw that his thin pajamas were already stretched out an obscene tent that stopped only a foot from little Carol. The man’s eyes squinted like an old west gunslinger.

"Sit up!"

His voice was so commanding and Carol was so scared, that she obeyed him before she even thought about it. She sat up, holding the coat to cover her nakedness.

"We'll have none of that!" He yanked the coat exposing her tiny gymnast body to the older man. She could see the leer of lust in his face; she wanted to run but froze as the man's big hands went for his snap. The small girl watched as the father struggled to drop his bottoms, when he managed to yank out his cock, her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped.

"GEEZUS!! YOU'RE… YOU'RE HUGE!! IT… IT’S SO BIG!!! IT… IT’S SO FAT! IT… REALLY WAS ALL YOU!!!!"

The little teen beauty was hypnotized by the sheer size of the father's cock. Standing out eleven-inches long, the shaft, thicker than her wrist, even thicker than her teacher's thick peg, was wider at the root than at the end of his shaft that ended with a cock knob as big as her fist. The shaft itself was darker than the man and showed patterns of discoloration from years of self-abuse. Below the thick cock root, fringed by his jet black curls was the fat wrinkly bag of his scrotum. It was covered by same kinky hair of his pubes and contained the largest testicles that Carol had ever seen. Great, bloated kidney-shaped orbs, they shifted upward into his groin right before her eyes, nestling like a pair of goose eggs underneath the flexing cock.

"Yeah it's was all me you gawddamn little tease." a He moved closer till his too-fat eleven-inch prick was just-inches from her face. "I've been beating off to your sexy little gymnast ass too long to miss out now." Quickly his hand shot out and grabbed her ever present ponytail. Carol felt the urge to open her mouth as he pulled her close till her smooth soft cheek was rubbing his fat cockknob. She tried to squirm away, but it only made her face massage his too thick cock even more. The man’s deep voice bellowed above her as he pulled and yanked on her hair to get her to open her mouth. Her eyes were shocked wide open in fear and terror. This was the side of the man her mother warned her about. But other problem was that every time he yanked at her ponytail, she would open her mouth. It was like she being trained to suck dick at the pull of her black mane. Every time his baritone voice yelled at her, Carol could feel sparks explode from her tiny crotch. Carol felt torn between the same feelings blowing though her mind and natural female fear of such a large and aroused male specimen. The fear made her plead to him as the huge mushroomed head stroked off on her soft teenaged face.

"STOP!! PLEASE STOP!! I CAN'T SUCK YOUR COCK! IT’S TOO HUGE, IT’S TOO FAT!"

"YOU SQUEEZED IT TODAY!! YOU KNOW WANT TO! YOU KNOW WANT TO SUCK MY COCK AND YOU'RE GONNA DO IT RIGHT NOW!!" He pulled her head back again and the little girl went to grab his wrist to make stop jacking off on her face, but at the same time, he moved hand away her small palm was overfilled with thick black cock!

The second her hand touched his shaft, she started pulling on it, she started to rub her face up and down the big black dick. Her other hand stopped fighting him and circled his cock as well. Like her brother’s cock, she couldn't get her hand all the way around the thick monster dick and as she pumped him, she began to love the way she needed both hands to handle him. Her body shook again as he kept up the pressure.

Her best friend’s father was enraged with lust. He had seen her grow up and had been teased by her perfect lithe form one too many times. Now his patience had paid off. It was clear she had resisted him at first, but now was giving in to her own youthful desires. "DO IT!! SUCK MY COCK, YOU LITTLE TANNED HONEYSLUT!! ADMIT IT!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!"

Carol squirmed and then tilted her head. She looked up at her oral rapist and locked her eyes on his. The feelings that had simmered now rose to a boil. Carol made up her mind in an instant. "Yes Daddy. I… I want to suck you off and I want to do it good."

Larren leered down at her, knowingly. He knew the little tease could not hold out for long. He quit jerking her head around, but never released his strong grip on her ponytail. He watched the little tease kiss his fat cock head six times and then bit by bit, her small mouth began easing him in. Carol, now having sucked a few cocks relaxed a bit, but found she just couldn't take any more of his cock head without gagging. He was just too big for her to handle. She kept coming up for air as his precum filled her mouth up so completely, she was constantly gulping to just keep up.

"It’s no good."

Carol lifted her head and used one hand to wipe her soaked chin. "HUH?"

"If you can't handle me, there is no way I'm gonna let you near my son, so I guess I better force you." With that, he pushed down on her head and forced another-inch into her mouth. Carol could feel the head pop past her mouth and down her throat. Her nose flattened and she hammered against his thighs as he used her throat for a forced blowjob. He would grab the end of his cock and her head and mash the two together not caring whether the young girl could breathe or not. Carol thrashed around, but found herself helpless as she kept coming closer and loser to his pubic hair. Her throat burned with irritation and showed his cock bulge every time he pushed her down.

"Yeah! YEAH! THAT'S BETTER! NOW YOU'RE SUCKING A MAN'S COCK! USE YOUR TONGUE YOU LITTLE BITCH! USE YOUR TONGUE AND KEEP SWALLOWING! I'M GETTING A LITTLE CLOSER."

Carol thought she was gonna die as the man kept using her mouth and throat without regard to her comfort. The only thing was, the rougher he used her. The dirtier he talked, the more sparks came from her crotch; her tiny clit throbbed with pleasure as the father dominated her completely. In spite of the pain, in spite of the fact her lips were turned inside out every time she blew him, she shot out a hand and gently started squeezing his nutsack.

Bubba Sr. couldn't believe the way the little darling could take such a brutal face fuck and still have the nerve to squeeze his balls. He watched as Carol, the teen beauty, choked time and again on his thick chocolate shaft. Her moaning, whimpering pleas, the way she used her tongue even as she was being orally raped was more than he could take. He threw his head and yelled, "SHIT YEAH!! I'M CUMMIN!! TAKE IT ALL YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKING SLUT!"

"UBUBBUBA <CHOKE!!> ULLMPH!!<GAG! CHOKE!> UBUBBUBA <CHOKE!!> ULLMPH!! <GAG! CHOKE! CHOKE!! CHOKE!!!>"

"AT LAST! TAKE… AAAARGHHH!" The father unleashed a torrent of cum down the girl's throat, it filled her belly, and still he kept cumming! She tried to lift her head but the older man grabbed her by the back of the neck and held her in place sending an endless stream of thick white cum down her slender throat. Carol did her best to keep up, but it was no use, his cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged again. With her mouth filled with sperm, it backed up and flowed from her tiny nose in twin white rivers of semen that cascaded over her mouth and down her chin. When he finally lifted her head up, her face was a spermy mess. Little Carol, the wonder suck, felt like she passing out. The tiny cutie had now given in to a forced blowjob by her best friend’s father, she had even let him call her a slut, a cocksucker, and even a little bitch and she didn't care in the least. It wasn't the way her mother raised her, but with the man's semi-erect monster cock still giving small lurches in front of her angelic face, Carol just wanted more. The last thing her smiling face remembered was a single burp of sperm that plastered her right eye shut before darkness washed over her.

It wasn't the first time the older man had cum so much that he caused his lover to pass out. He snickered to himself as he watched her slumber peacefully. "It took me eight years, but I knew I'd get to nail that little pussy sooner or later."







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Chapter 5.
Tiny Tiger on the Loose

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[Eight years earlier]

As always, the kids were a handful, but Bubba Larren Sr. didn't really mind. He had planned to have more kids, but after his wife passed away it all he could do to make ends meet and keep the house. It was just one of the reasons he never minded when Opal Brazil dropped Carol and JR for him to baby sit. He always got a laugh at watching little Carol compete for attention with her brother and his own son Bubba. He even got a bigger kick out of watching the little girl boss around his son.

The black man also loved seeing Carol do her gymnastics routine. Even though she was only seven, she was already an expert on several things that the older girls still had yet to master. He looked at her and tried to figure out what the hell race she was. Her skin was tanned so dark she could be Hispanic, but the tyke had a slightly oriental look to her eyes and fat lips even for a youngster. He wondered briefly if the little girl would turn out to be a sexy little vixen like her mother. He vowed if he ever had a chance the junk dealer would put the wood to the lovely widow.

He doted on the little girl as if she were his own and saw that she had him wrapped her little finger the same way she controlled Bubba. The three kids had finally settled down for the night (they had all fallen asleep watching USA UP ALL NIGHT). So when the father had heard the expected storm beginning to batter the house, the black man lit the fireplace, lit a cigarette, and began to drum his cock while thinking about Opal. 'Certainly, he thought, if the woman had been getting it regular from her runt of a husband, then she must be missing it right about now. A woman needs and desires need to be fulfilled.' He reasoned with a male point of view. It was a task he thought himself perfectly suited for. The lightning roared outside and thundered against the house. He had almost drifted off to sleep when he heard a small voice call to him.

"Mr. Larren?"

He turned and saw the six year old Carol Brazil sitting on the stairs, sucking her thumb while the other hand held a ragged teddy bear. "Carol, honey, what are you doing up? You should be sleeping."

Carol removed the thumb in her mouth. "The storm it woke me up. Can I watch the fire with you?"

The little girl looked so adorable. How could he deny her anything? "Well, okay. But you have to keep quiet."

Completely ignoring the man’s words. She pumped her fist in the air. "All right!" She went to the banister and slid down it, her long nightie rising up her over her little ass. Little Carol came off the banister smoothly, and then immediately went to the window. "Wow! Look at it come down, Mr. Larren! I gotta see! I'm gonna look though the screen door okay?"

"Sure…, NO!" Too late he remembered the previous storm had destroyed the screen door. As soon she opened the door, the storm hit her full force soaking the girl in an instant! In a flash he had slammed the door shut and looked down at the tiny girl. "Dammit! Look at you! You're a mess!" The seven year old looked up at the giant man. Her eyes widened with fear for just a second and then the elf little grin that erased all anger.

"Gotta love me, Mr. Larren."

The big man tilted his head and actually roared with laughter. "You little mouse; you just had to be so cute. Good thing you are. Now lift up your arms."

Carol did as she was told as her nightie was lifted from her body. The little girl wondered why Mr. Larren was looking at her so funny. "What's wrong, Mr. Larren?"

Too things were wrong. One, he had noticed that Carol was unusually cute for a youngster and he didn't even want to think any further than that. Secondly, the girl had no panties! She was buck naked and smiling up at him. "Carol Honey, where are your panties?"

"I don't like them, so after I go to bed I take them off. Since I knew Mom dropping us off, I just didn't wear any. You won't tell Mom will you?"

Once again he grinned, "No. Little Carol, it will be our secret."

"Oh, Mr. Larren, You are always so nice to me." Suddenly the seven year old threw her little body against his. She so small, she just hugged his thigh letting her small head rest against his crotch. She barely noticed through the man's thin fabric, the bulge that was slowly developing. When she stepped back. She didn't know it, but her hand was resting and gripping lengthening hose. Once again, she looked up at him. "What do we do now Mr. Larren?"

The large black fought against certain thoughts. He turned away. "Just stay there for a second. Quickly he went into a hall closet and produced a towel. He went to his large comfortable chair and sat down, making the little girl stand between his legs.

"We'll just lay out your nightie by the fire, so it can dry. Stand here in front of me." The little girl obeyed and let the man towel her dry.

Completely innocent of her preteen nudity, she grinned, infecting the man with sweetness. "Flip for a quarter?" Whenever the ice cream man came around and Carol needed money, the deal of a backflip for a quarter was standard with the two. Rolling his eyes at her attempt to cash in her gleeful manner, he shook his head. "Later for sure. Um, let's see…." He was very aware of her nakedness and found himself fumbling for words. Carol interjected her own thought.

"Wanna see my handstand pushups? I can only do two, but no one else can do it." Without waiting for approval, Carol went to a handstand and gritted out one pushup. When she began to split her legs open, Larren grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, landing her on her feet.

"Stop that! Look, just stand there. Just look cute."

Carol put her thumb to her mouth. "That's easy." The seven year old locked eyes with him, making him smile just for the heck of it.

He sat back for a second, wondering if he could use one of his shirts as a pajama for the girl. She was so small for her age that he was certain it would no problem. Before he could speak, Carol crawled quickly into his lap, snuggling up so that her head rested on his massive chest. "My Daddy used to let me stay just like this in his lap before…."

Bubba Sr. didn't have to hear the rest. "I know honey, I know." He stroked her soft skin. It was intoxicating. Even though she was just a little seven year old and small for her age at that, soft skin was just that and he could feel his large penis stirring further. He stroked her head instead of her shoulders hoping that he could will away his thick member from becoming erect, but the little minx was constantly shifting in his lap. He looked down at her and she tilted her head back.

"Daddy would kiss me eleven times to let me know that he loved me. I… I know I'm silly but would you be my daddy… just for a while." He saw tears welling in her eyes as she pouted her own fat lips and waited for a kiss.

'She may have had the body of a five year old, but her lips are just like a woman's,' He thought for a moment. The little girl reminded him of those rich women he worked for who had the collagen lip injections. She puckered her lips just once more and he lowered his head. As he did, the youngster put her arms around his neck and kept her eyes wide opened as he kissed the seven year old sweetheart eleven times. Each time he kissed her, another lurch would go through his fat penis, and then stiffen. By the tenth kiss, the black man was sure he felt her tongue and now he was rock hard and his eleven-inch black cock was struggling to burst free.

After the final kiss, Carol beamed a killer smile and looked down. "Wow! Yep! Just like daddy."

Larren saw that Carol was looking at his erection throbbing through his thinning pajamas. He was even more shocked when Carol stated rubbing it for him. "Daddy always had me do this too. Is… is it okay?"

Larren's bull dick had no conscience. The little tyke knew just how hard to rub his lengthening cock shaft, she turned her head back and forth watching his hard cock leap and down. He tried to delay the inevitable by questioning the youngster. "Y…you're daddy used to make you do this… this rubbing thing?"

Carol continued moving her hand back and forth. "Oh no! He never made me. I wanted it to do it for him. Papa said, 'that it relieved tension.' and that 'all dads had a special muscle.' I used to do it every night for him after my bath."

Larren was now slightly moving his hips. 'It won't be long now,' he thought. "Special Muscle?"

The littlest Brazil made a frown. "You know. The one along your leg. Daddy said, it was right beside a man’s thingie, and not "it," So it's okay. You have to watch out for dirty men you know."

The older man nodded his head. "Oh yes I know." So that's how the old buzzer did it. He would tell his daughter, it’s just a special part of a man leg and the elf in all of her innocence was jacking off her old man every night! He listened to the young girl still spilling the beans.

Carol giggled and pressed both hands on his shaft, her small ass still damp from the storm, shifted into his hand. Her cheeks were so small, that indeed one hand could contain them. "When Mom would go visit her mother, Daddy would dress me up in my Sunday best clothes and I would rub all of the men at his poker parties or football games. It was so much fun! The men would all hug me and kiss me and I had to do was rub their special muscles. Some of them even videotaped me." Her hands stopped. "Do you think I'll be famous someday?"

Bubba cleared his throat. He was just about to blow his load. "Honey, I can see you're gonna be very well known. Keep rubbing dear."

"Yes daddy." She resumed her two handed jackoff of the man's eleven-inch organ. "But you know something sir. Your muscle is a lot bigger than any of theirs."

"Really." 'Keep talking you little jackoff artist. Just keep talking was all the big man thought.

Carol was fascinated by the huge muscle. It looked like a boy's thingie,' she thought, 'but it is way too big to be that' She looked up at her best friend’s father. He was always nice to her and made her behave. The little girl didn't know why, but she always appreciated the limits he put on them whenever they babysat. She made up her mind that he was going to be her surrogate father. She firmed her grip. "You take a long time to relieve tension, daddy. I like that. WOW! Your muscle stop is really, really big, too!"

The big man was moving around himself now, jerking a bit every few moments. "Mu… Muscle Stop?"

The seven year giggled again. "This part silly." Her small hand was wrapped securely just below his head, her small thumb flicking at his glans. Only her belief in that her daddy would never lie made her believe that she wasn't handling a black man's well hung prick. The other hand tried without success to cap the fat head. "Yeah, you sure have a big one daddy. It's the biggest one I've ever relieved."