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age where you live.  That's all I need isn't it?



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				  Sam Hammer Presents
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                    Carol Brazil vs. The Rape Gang
                             

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

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

   She was enamored with the giant athlete who had always remained her 
best friend, but never more then that.  With her pretty face and superb 
body she was always a little sad that they were just friends.   After 
all, she was the "girl next door" so to speak. Actually, her best friend
lived across the street and always walked her to school when she couldn't
get a ride.

  Carol kept giggling to herself as she walked home.  She had just finished 
the strangest week of babysitting she had ever had.  She sneered at her big
brother as she came into her house.  The seventeen year old was already 
giving her a hard time, something that most brothers do to their little 
sister.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

   [TWO WEEKS EARLIER-Babysitting Tommy]

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

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

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

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

   "Geez, what a brat!" SHe put the phone down.  "It'll be a few minutes."
Carol had been wearing just a pair of shorts, a tee shirt and sandals.  
She opened her backpack and produced a pair of white mules (strapless high
heeled sandals) with three inch heels.  She slipped into them and stood 
teetering slightly until her teenage muscles gave her balance.

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

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

   "They...they look great on you."

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

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

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

   Turning to freezer, her ankle gave a moment then straightened.  She had
to walk slow to get used to wearing the heels shaking and twisting a bit to
keep her balance.  She walked through the swinging doors in front of kitchen
and started preparing the boys meal.

   As she closed the freezer door, she saw Tommy looking over the swinging
doors, he appeared to be shaking and he still had that leer on his face. 
Carol stamped a foot, making her small teenage tits jiggle.  "Tommy, what 
are you doing back there?"

   "Uhh. Nothin' Just watching you cook."  The lad swallowed, his eyes
had been wide at getting an unexpected leg show from the darling.  A
lewd desire and a bold chance made him reckless as exposed and aroused
he began a not so secret session of self abuse.  Instead of scampering
away at the hint of discover, Tommy was frozen by the image of her fat
nipples hardened due to the freezer.

   Carol thought for a second, headed for the swinging doors.  Holding the
door, her eyes opened wide in shock as she saw Tommy with his fifteen year 
old dick in his hand.  He was rockhard and stiff as a board.  Carol had 
never seen a stiff penis before, but from talking with her friend, she knew 
now exactly what the teen was doing.  She stared at it for a while and in 
spite of his fear, her watching kept Tommy hard.

   The tiny tiger felt her mouth go dry and her breath quicken.  The sight
of her first erection in the flesh made her nipples harden and a small itch
in her crotch became more and more evident.  She saw his hand had stopped
moving and his teen member standing proudly as if in salute.  The head was
a strange purple color but the shaft was a pinkish hue.
   
   Curiosity took over.  

   Carol moved a step closer to him, his small dick brushing against her.  
She wasn't sure if she should be repulsed or not.  The young girl had a
little experience due to her talks with her best friend, Brandi.  But
nothing first hand.  To her it seemed a little big, but in reality was 
just under five inches.  'If his penis was typical', she thought, 'it would
feel big, but nothing to be scared of.'  

   The young miss looked at the boys member, then scowled.  One look from
her took control of the situation.

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

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

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

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

   Carol wondered what it felt to stroke it like that. She kept staring,
it looked pretty damn big to her.  She didn't answer him, but instead kept
up her questioning.
   
   "Stop doing that."  The little gymnast watched him drop his hands to his 
side.  "So tell me, is this as big as it gets?"

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

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

   "Not long."

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

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

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

   "Okay."  Carol walked a little quicker, getting more and more used to the
heels.  Her legs were naturally hairless and smooth.  Her powerful calves
tapered down to thin ankles and she started naturally swinging her legs a 
bit as he she watched Tommy sit in a chair so he could have a perfect look.

   The boy started slowly, stroking his small penis in time to her leg 
swings. Carol noticed the whole time, he never looked at her face, just 
legs and feet in the open toed high heeled stilletos.  "Are you close 
Tommy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Carol could feel her nipples ache and crotch to spit juices.  She 
wanted to touch his penis to see how it felt, but she didn't know how.  
Suddenly she wished she wasn't "the virgin Carol" as her friend would 
tease.  She thought of how her friend Brandi gave blowjobs to some of 
the jocks on the team and she wondered how her friend could ever put 
something like that in her mouth.

    She understood a little.  Tommy who had once been bratty to her, now 
seemed to worship her feet.  She sneered at him, "Disgusting little turd."

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

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

   "Can I?"

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

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

  The sexy little teen was amazed as her charge still on knees from cleaning
her legs groveled before her feet and kissed her feet.  One second later, 
she heard him yelp and another stream of cum leapt from his cock onto 
her feet.  For a second the two were fascinated by sudden contrast of
milky white fluid against her tanned peds.  Carol reacted first, more
out of confusion then anger.

   Carol kicked at him, barely missing his head.  "You jerk!  I didn't say
you could do that! Gimme that towel."  She made a face while the boy stared 
at her in terror and awe.  "Ick! what a mess."  

   "I'm...I'm sorry!"

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

   "YOU KNOW 'MANCHILD'?"

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

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

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

   "You are Manchilds girlfriend.  I never knew.  It figures."  Tommy
looked a little disappointed.  "I won't tell.  But can I do it again?
Please?"
   
   "One second.  Put that thing back in your pants.  It looks like it'll
fit now."  Indeed his dick had shrunk to a limp noodle.  As always the 
schoolmate obeyed her.  She waited till he zipped up and then continued
her questioning.  Carol dropped to her knees in front of Tommy.  It was
her friend Brandi that had told her if she dropped to her knees in front
of any male, that same male would immediately get what her friend had called
a 'hardon'.

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

   "An experiment. I'm giving you a..a hardon.  Is that okay?"
   
   "Mission accomplished.  "Are you going to give me a blowjob while you're
down there?"

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

   Tommy wasn't sure why was doing what she was doing.  But her honey like
voice and gentle squeezing was all it took.   He shuddered for a second and 

then watched the little beauty jerk her hand back.  "Geezus!  It's all wet 
now!"  She narrowed her eyes.  "You shot your stuff again...didn't you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You could WHAT?"

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

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

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

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

   "Really? Geez your so cool."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   [PRESENT]

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

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

   Carol laughed as well, "Slut."

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

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



	                      *To be Continued*





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