Perverts 'R' Us

Mandie has a Miscarriage

By Willowall ( M/f, pedo, preg, anal, viol )

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I'm the principal of a successful private school in a suburb of Chicago. For your child to be admitted to my school you must be Republican and you must sign a statement that you raise your child with traditional family values. Imagine my outrage, then, when on the first day of the new school year I witnessed little Mandie Smith getting off the bus looking like she was at least 5 months pregnant. The girl was only 12 years old. That sort of thing is fine if you're a piece of nigger trash in the city -- and I'm sure the public school's are filled with knocked-up 12 year olds -- but not at MY school, goddamit!

I immediately grabbed Mandie by the hand, rushed her into my office, and slammed the door shut, hoping none of the parents saw her. I told my secretary to get Mandie's dad on the phone and have him get his ass in my office within the hour.

I met Douglas Smith at the door, shook his hand, and walked him to my office. We sent Mandie into another room while we talked.

"Well, Mr. Smith, we've got a problem here," I said.

"Yes, what's the problem?" he asked.

"What's the problem? Your daughter! She's pregnant!"

The father rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yes, I know."

"Well, I want to know how this happened!"

"Sir, don't raise your voice with me," he said. "This is Mandie's problem. It's not my fault that she got herself knocked-up. If you want to yell at someone, yell at her."

"But you're her guardian," I said. "You should be able to control her."

"Oh, believe me, I've tried. I've done by best to keep her in line. But his little bitch -- excuse my language, sir -- this little girl has given me nothing but trouble. I've just given up on her. I can't stop her from screwing around. Believe me, I have done my best as a father. It's not easy raising a kid by yourself these days."

Douglas told me about his wife's heart attack a year ago and how he has struggled as a single father. I felt very sorry for him and apologized for my anger. I told him about my wife's death in a car accident several years ago, and that I had complete empathy with him. We both started to get a little choked up. Then I thought of Mandie and remembered why we were there.

"So, Douglas, I completely understand that you've got yourself a troublemaker, but you've got to understand that I cannot have some little slut sitting in my classrooms. We have a reputation to maintain. So, Mandie cannot be a student here as long as she's pregnant."

He thought about it for a minute and then said, "All right, I understand, but what can I do?"

"Well, Douglas, I know a man of your standing cannot be associated with an abortion. I had a similar problem a few months ago with my girlfriend. I got her pregnant and she decides she doesn't want to have the kid, and will just get an abortion. Well Jesus Christ, how will that look for my girlfriend to show up at an abortionist's? There was no way I was gonna let that happen, so I, oh, how shall I say it - I took care of it myself."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this is just between you and me, Douglas, but I MADE her have a miscarriage."

"Oh, really?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, it was easy. I just went into Chicago and hired a couple of niggers to break into her apartment one night and, uhh... do the job for me."

"Wow, that's a great idea," he said. "Just beat her in the stomach till the thing dies!" A big smile came across his face.

"If that's what it takes," I said.

"That's a great idea. I don't know why I didn't think of it before."

"A few swift kicks in the stomach should do the trick," I said, as I started to feel the meat harden between my legs. I eyed him cautiously.

"Yeah, the little bitch deserves it," he said.

There was silence for a while as we both thought about the beating Mandie was going to get, then I leaned over my desk and asked, "So, who was the lucky guy who got to fuck her?"

He sat there for a moment and was pretty silent, then he looked straight at me and laughed, "You're looking at him!"

My jaw dropped. I was speechless. "Wow," I muttered. "That's pretty hot."

He told me that he had been fucking her for about a year and thought she was too young to get knocked-up, so when he noticed that she was pregnant he really got scared. He was going to blame it on one of the boys in the neighborhood. I told him his secret was safe with me, and I confessed that I had fucked a few preteens in my lifetime too. To my delight, Douglas asked if I wanted to have a go at Mandie. I looked at my clock and chuckled, "What time?"

"I'm free for the rest of the day. We can take her home now if you want."

After canceling my appointments for the rest of the day, I left school and showed up at the Smith house two hours later. I had been stroking my cock through my trousers in the car as I drove there, so by the time I got in the house my nuts were already about to explode.

I almost spermed my shorts when I walked into the bedroom. The little blond girl was wearing a pink training bra, cotton panties, white stockings with garter belts and high heels. She had bright red lipstick, heavy blue eye makeup and a lot of blush. "I dressed her up for you," said Douglas. With her clothes off she appeared even more pregnant than before. Her stomach was so big it looked like she would be pooping out a baby at any minute.

"Wow, you really knocked her up good!" I said.

"Thanks, man. I shot a nice load up her butt a little while ago, so you can have her all to yourself now. Take her any way you want!"

I walked up to the little girl who was standing in the middle of the room trying to keep balance on her high heel shoes, which were several sizes to big for her, and quickly pushed my pants and shorts down to my ankles. I got a good grab on my hard cock and pushed it against her chest. "Get on your knees and suck it," I demanded.

"Yes, Principal Mills," she said. My balls tightened at the sound of her sad, submissive voice.

I let out a loud moan as she wrapped her little lips around the head of my dick. My strong hands grabbed her by the skull and I told her to take me deeper. She did the best that she could, but I could tell she was having trouble sucking the full length. Of course she gagged and gasped for air as she attempted to please me. Tears were flowing from down her cheeks. But as hard as she tried, she could only get five or six inches in her mouth. I figured I'd have to break her jaw to get any more in her. Maybe later. Right then I just wanted to get off. I held her head tightly and started fucking her face like a pussy. It was great.

You haven't lived until you've fucked a little girl in the face. Soon I knew the time was coming for me to blast off. I pulled my dick out of Mandie's mouth and shoved her backwards onto the floor. I got on my hands and knees with my dick aimed at her face. I held myself up with one arm and jerked off with the other. Within seconds I was shooting on her. I humped my dick against her face while I let loose. I poked my dick against her eyeball, against her nose, her mouth and her cheeks while I was cumming. Her face was totally slimed. Thick globs of my gooey snot-like sperm were all over her.

After I was done cumming I collapsed on top of the little girl and caught my breath. Then I rolled off of her and noticed Douglas standing there laughing, smoking a cigarette. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. "That was great, man. You gave her one hell of a facial! Check that out," he said, as he pointed to Mandie, who was on the floor sobbing while my sperm load dried on her face. Her make-up was smeared all over her, too. "Look at that fucking slut!" he laughed. We stood around for a few minutes, admiring our work. Then we went into the other room and had a few beers.

Well, a few beers turned into a few six-packs, and after a couple of hours Douglas and I were pretty drunk. It was then that he suggested we do something about Mandie's "miscarriage."

We entered Mandie's bedroom and found her the same way we left her. She had cried herself to sleep on the floor with a thick crust of cum and make-up covering her face. Douglas and I quietly approached her, then on the count of three we both started stomping on her stomach.

She woke up screaming from the pain. The two of us were kicking her with all of our strength, and the longer we kicked the more violent our hatred grew. We kicked her in the stomach, then in the twat and the face. If she tried to get up, POW, my heel would hit her in the forehead. If she grabbed her stomach, POW, her dad would kick her hand away and grind his shoe into her gut. This lasted for about five minutes until the bitch coughed up some blood and passed out.

When we noticed blood coming out of her cunt, we knew our work had paid off. Mandie finally had her "miscarriage."

Luckily for us, she had also been given serious brain damage do to our abuse, so that she was unable to tell anyone what we did. She's been confined to her bed ever since. Bitch got JUST what she deserved!

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This story is ENTIRELY fictional.