Message-ID: <6646eli$9803042028@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Sam-Hammer@usa.net" Subject: *NEW* Carol Brazil vs The Rape Gang Ch.1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: sam-hammer@usa.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="cb1.txt" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="cb1.txt" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34FCD367.3399@usa.net> Standard Disclaimer applies: Do not read this text if you are not of legal age where you live. That's all I need isn't it? ********************** Sam Hammer Presents ********************** Carol Brazil vs. The Rape Gang **************************************** Chapter One -Adventures In Babysitting. **************************************** 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* -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |