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CHAPTER FOUR-the best laid plans...
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   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 recevier.  "Not bad, a pair 
of glassy eyes, a trembling lip and you have star of the football team 
wrapped around your little finger."

   The cute little teen snickered herself.  "Naw, I had '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 microcock.  Poor guy!  A huge black guy with a tiny cock, 
if I were him I'd be gay too."

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

    The gymnast slammed the phone down in disgust.  She was going to tell 
her best girlfriend about the size of her brothers 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 moms high heels!  If that doesn't work, nothing will."

   "Kinda obvious, isn't it?"

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

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

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

   "Goodness!  I..I'll try it.  At this point I'm 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 furture victories, but her mind riveted back to her sexual
encounters.  

   The teen dream concentrated on a handstand.  Her well trained muscles
held her firm and her mind drifted back to a scene with Alphonse Jones.
Carol remembered the cornrowed hair and how Bubba turned down an offer
from her to do the same to his hair.  She also remembered the day he 
blocked her path.  Without strain, Carol pivoted on her hands and spread
her legs until they were perfect angles with her slim form.

   The strength of a champion showed as Carol began doing light pushups,
while maintaining the handstand.  It was a manuver 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]

***

   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 unrequieted 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 boys room.  The instant memory lashed at her
mind and paralyzed her for a second.  Long enough for the tall negro to
step out and confront her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Carol turned her head and was repulsed by the feel of Jones's hand on
her chin, snapping her face to meet his leering gaze.  Carol's return was
weak.  "Bubba is more 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 attendence policy."

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


***[Present--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 could consider, but a rational person didn't have
to deal with an urge to be used by a rape gang or to a much lesser degree
the constant harrasing 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 silohuette 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 who 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 mans 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...ITS SO BIG!!! IT...ITS 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 gawddamn 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 cockknob.  She tried to squirm away, but it only made her face 
massage his too thick cock even more.  

    The mans 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 everytime 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.  Everytime 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 speciman.  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!  ITS TOO HUGE, ITS 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 friends 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 payed 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 precum filled 
her mouth up so completely, she was constantly gulping to just keep up.

   "Its 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
TOUNGE YOU LITTLE BITCH USE YOUR TOUNGE AND KEEP SWALLOWING!  I'M GETTING A
LITTLE CLOSER."

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

     Bubba Sr. couldn't believe the way the little darling could take such a
brutal face fuck and still have the nerve to squeeze his balls.  He watched
as Carol, the teen beauty, choked time and again on his thick chocolate 
shaft.  Her moaning, whimpering pleas, the way she used her tounge 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 girls 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 friends 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."


                     *To Be Continued*



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