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Carol Brazil
by Sam Hammer (1998)

***

High schooler Carol Brazil is singled out for special 
attention by high school thugs, teachers and other 
girls. How had it happened, why was it happening to 
her? She finally turns slut just to survive, bringing 
her brother and even her dad into the act. (M+/Fteens, 
FF-teens, nc, rp, v, inc, intr, oral, anal, gb)

***

CHAPTER ONE
Carol vs The Rape Gang

Waddapole High School was the largest high school in 
the permissive land of Hammertown 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. 

A good school 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 
family 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 then made up for a young 
girls 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 animal's 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 Glug 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 boy's 
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 wondering.' 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 then 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 
boyfriends. 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 pre-cum 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 cock-skin slip into her mouth.

Barely she 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 
panted 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 squinted. "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 Alphone's pre-cum 
on her face when she felt her ass being positioned so 
that she could be screwed properly. 

"Spread your ass-cheeks, 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 
boy's 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!" 

"Gawd 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 then the gang 
leader's member 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, 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 
dick-meat 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... uhhnnnn..." 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 
dawgs finish and another teenager move in for his turn. 

Already, he had his mind forming on who 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 parents 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. 


CHAPTER TWO
Teacher's Pet 


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 hallways 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 then 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 then Alphonse Jones'. The tiny tiger 
shivered at the happenings of a week ago. How could she 
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 worse. 

Her line of thought 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's 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 then 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, 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'll take every last 
drop, 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 mothers words and 
recited them. "No sir! I cannot!" 

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 good-bye!" 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 mans tented cock 
while she struggled to undo his belt. She felt his 
pudgy hand caress her baby-soft 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 baby-sat, 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 instead sucking it immediately, felt the 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 boyfriends 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 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, 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 pre-cum 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 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 then explode! 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 mans 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 cock-meat. 

Rodson had never seen anything like it. The girl 
couldn't seem to get enough of the old mans 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 were 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, she noticed 
how her 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 teachers 
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 hyper-drive. She 
didn't care that she had just broken almost rule her 
mother had laid out for her. It felt good to handle 
male-meat 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?"



CHAPTER THREE
Sibling Rivalry 

Carol left the class and Bubba Larren was waiting for 
her. The two made a ridiculous pair. Bubba was almost 
two feet taller then 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 
its 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'd 
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 biceps 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 
wack 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 no 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 
want a ride?" 

Carol squinted her eyes 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 back-
seat. "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 teachers cock within 24 hours. She 
could feel her blood starting to boil. Before she 
remembered how her best friends 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 raise 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 fathers 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 fathers hand yank the thin white panties 
down and slip his large hand feeling up her bare ass-
cheeks! 

"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 themselves. 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 good-byes. "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 squinted her eyes. "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. 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 then 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 it 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 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 suck-off 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 inches. Four 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 brothers 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 brothers 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 brothers 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 nut-sack, 
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 cum-blast shot right across her cheek and on 
her nose! The entire time, she kept her eyes opened so 
she could watch her brothers 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. 

She was fascinated with her brother's penis instantly 
comparing deflated size to it's 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 buckled 
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. 

Carol wiped her chin with a spermy hand and licked the 
rest of her own big brothers 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 never been sucked off like that before. Not by 
someone as pretty as you. I wanted it to last as long 
as possible." 

Carol smiled as she wiped the last of her big brothers 
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. 


CHAPTER FOUR
The Best Laid Plans

Carol was back on the phone talking with Brandi. The 
only details she left out was about her 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. "Nah, I had 'em 
wrapped around my finger since we 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 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 micro-cock. 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 do I 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 butt-fucking 
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 then 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 
corn-rowed 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 then 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 dino 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 Man-child can't hang wit you. Micro-cock 
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 
then 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 aw-ite. I 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 a 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 
then 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. It must've looked like 
the two were in an embrace. "Yes... I mean NO! It's not 
what it looks like." 

Rodson eyes narrowed 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. 


[BACK TO PRESENT]
Carols Room, 10:00pm 

"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 
would 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 fathers cock. Standing out ten inches long, the 
shaft, thicker then her wrist, even thicker then her 
teachers thick peg, was wider at the root then at the 
end of his shaft that ended with a cock knob as big as 
her fist. The shaft itself was darker then 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 gawdamn little tease." He 
moved closer till too fat ten 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 cock-knob. 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 brothers 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 her body and 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 then his cock 
head with gagging. He was just too big for her to 
handle. She kept coming up for air as his pre-cum 
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. 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 
she helpless as she kept coming closer and closer 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 going to 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 nut-sack. 

Bubba Sr. couldn't believe the way the little darling 
could take such a brutal ace 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 then 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, 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 lovers 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." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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