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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, ULMPH!" "THAT'S IT, LITTLE CAROL, KEEP ON SUCKING!" "ULMPH, ULMPH! ULMP! ULMPH, ULMP!" "DAMN YOU'RE A NATURAL! I KNEW IT! KEEP SUCKING YOU LITTLE FUCKIN' GYMNASTIC BABY!" "ULMPH, UMph, ULMP ! "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! " "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 ULLMPH!! UBUBBUBA ULLMPH!! " "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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 49