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Subject: Mr. Rausch's 4th Graders (Mffff Pedo Very Cons)
Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 22:39:45 -0700
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Mr. Rausch's 4th Graders (Mffff Pedo Very Cons)
My name is John Rausch and I teach 4th Grade. As a confirmed pedophile I
can
assure you this is a wonderful grade to teach. Of the 14 girls in my class,
5
that I know of are sexually active.
"MANDY"
My colleague Mary Allen, 2nd grade, told me to keep an eye out for a girl
who
was coming up, named Mandy Bryant. Mary has tastes like mine, only she
likes
young boys--real young, like 7 years old, barely old enough to sport an
erection. Mandy was sexually active even then and while it wasn't actually
talked about and most of her classmates were totally unsuspecting, to a
practiced eye like Mary's it was obvious what was going on. The little girl
was happy and dreamy all the time, never cross, and she wore very light
makeup
and suggestive clothes--sure signs of a sexually active child. Plus
whenever a
male teacher or the principal would stop by she'd fidget in her seat and
perspire. Now I don't care much for girls that young, I like them a little
older and plumper. So I waited patiently. I noticed Mandy in her third
year
and she was truly a beautiful child. When she got to my class she took my
breath away and I had trouble not getting a hardon in front of the class,
especially that first day when she sat in the front row with her legs wide
apart. I had to assign her to a middle row.
Mandy has long black curly hair that goes halfway down her back. It is
thick
and lustrous and she must use pantene because it always smells so good.
Mandy's obsession is ballet and she works hard at lessons to become a
ballerina. In fact, almost the only way she dresses is in a leotard
(usually
in my class the panties are in her backpack) and short skirt. But she's
fleshy
too, and though she doesn't have even a whisper of boobs, her body is
downright
curvaceous through the thin fabric. Her little butt, especially. My word,
what an eyecatching feature that is!
Her face is very pretty, beautiful in fact, set off by her lovely green eyes
--a devastating combination of hair and eye colors. Her skin is dark,
almost
Latin. Almost any man would have the urge to sweep her up in his arms and
kiss
her; my urge transcends that: I want to penetrate her. And knowing that
she's
willing and experienced makes her even more exciting.
In fact, we fucked the very first week of class, maybe the second or third
day,
in one of the private lounges. I was delighted at the ease with which I
could
get into her. She told me she'd had sex with literally hundreds of men and
that fucking was about the only thing in life she cared about, except of
course
ballet. She lubricated naturally and experienced orgasm very easily.
I just loved the way she fucked, so grown up and passionate. She would be
quiet, undemonstrative, radiant. Her favorite way was on her back, legs
wrapped around my waist. Sometimes she'd get me so excited I'd walk around
with her stuck on my cock like a martini olive on a pick. What a lovely
pliant
little thing!
I like to get to know the parents of the children I fuck, and Sharon Bryant
turned out to be one of the best looking and intelligent mothers I'd met.
She
was way too young to have a girl Mandy's age, only 23. And she was single,
supporting herself as a high class call girl, earning well into the six
figures
annually. Mandy had learned all about penises from watching her mother
entertain clients. Sharon was delighted that her daughter was into sex so
early and so zealously. "Do you know the little girl actually has a spiral
notebook with all the men in it?" Sharon told me over coffee. "Baby, why
don't
you get your book for Mr. Rausch and show him?"
Mandy came back with a fat notebook with flowers on the front. On the cover
it
said, "Cocks". I laughed. I flipped through it. Dates, the man's name or
description, how big his cock was, terse comments. "I have a diary too,"
Mandy
said, and showed me a thick book with a daily record of fuckings. The first
book mentioned men in number, one entry per man. The second recorded all
encounters, although some entries were sketchy, such as, "Aug 2, 1998: Lisa
and
I went to an orgy at Mr. McKenzie's. Twenty two men!" "June 4, 1997: Mr.
Wilson almost had a stroke or something, I felt so bad for him." I took up
the
other book and looked to the end for my name: "897: Mr. Rausch, teacher.
Sept.
6, 1998. He's cute and his cock is very big. I didn't have to seduce him
or
anything, he was very willing." On that day, it was Sept. 11 and she had a
blank entry for number 902. I was amazed. Since she became active she'd
been
averaging slightly more than one new cock each day, plus many, many repeat
visits.
"My Gosh, Mandy, you fuck an awful lot. I don't think I've ever met a girl
your age who fucks so much!"
"My friend Lisa fucks just as much, Mr. Rausch," she said. "Have you had her
yet?"
This was news to me, Lisa was also in the class but I'd never seen any signs
of
her precocity. "No, but I'll sure make a point of it," I said.
Mandy would have to qualify as a true slut, but she was so beautiful and
innocent looking a man who knew no better would never imagine her true
nature.
"SWEET SARA"
The next girl I want to describe is Sara, we call her "Sweet Sara" because
she
always smells like oranges, her favorite food. She is a golden blonde, with
a
silly bouffant hair style her mother favors, and she wears Capri pants and
embroidered vests. Her mother sews constantly and Sweet Sara has more vests
than you can shake a stick at. Sara has small breasts, about the size of
baby
lemons I'd say, and adolescent hips. She only began to fuck about three
months
ago, after I sounded her out and enlisted Mandy's help. And Sara wears a
pair
of those god-awful retro 60s wing eyeglasses. She is learning to suck cock
and
really enjoys fucking. To the best of my knowledge her experience is
limited
to me and the guidance counselor Nat Harkin. I took Sara to a movie one
night,
which aroused some suspicion from her parents until I took another girl
along
and described it as a night out for the two girls who scored highest on
math.
The other girl was Natalie from sixth grade, but I'll leave her aside for
now.
Sara sat on my lap throughout the film, eating popcorn. I came in her
wonderful little pussy three times. My wife was almost furious with me.
But
hey, I'm not a fucking firehose, I'm 32 years old for God's sake. Give me a
break.
"MELANIE"
Now I'd like to tell you about the third girl, Melanie Strossen. She is
almost
twelve, having been held back in 1st and 3rd grades. Frankly, I don't have
much confidence she will pass 4th grade.
Melanie is, to put it charitably, lacking in the looks department. She has
a
harelip and cleft palette although both are only mild cases, and is
noticeably
wall-eyed. This is a result of generations of inbreeding. Her vocabulary
is
limited and fumbling and you have to be familiar with her to understand what
she says, because of the physical deformities. But you really couldn't ask
for
a sweeter girl, eager to please, a happy disposition despite all. She has
no
self-esteem at all, and sex is a way for her to feel loved and accepted.
Being the oldest girl in class, Melanie is almost nubile, and has small very
attractive breasts and a nicely developing hip line. This makes her very
popular with teachers and handymen, and most of her fucking goes on with
school
employees, and of course with her father. (Her family has been incestuous
for
generations. Her mother and father are first cousins.)
One day after school I decided to treat Melanie to a visit to one of the
local
"Safe Houses", I thought I might fuck her and kill some time with whoever
else
was there, before going home to my wife. Safe Houses are private residences
scattered around town, near elementary schools usually, where sexually
active
children go to meet men.
Melanie sprawled out on a couch with her arms out, palms up, she felt tired
and
her face was a complete blank, her eyes glassy. I couldn't help but think,
with her eyes like that she looks like a lizard or something. "Why don't
you
take off your clothes, or your top at least?" I suggested, "So I can look at
your pretty tits."
"Ohey, Misser Rah," Melanie agreed, and fumbled with her buttons. "Darn!"
she
complained, "I dint I got they bunnoned bahwars or somethun!"
I helped her. Sure enough they were buttoned wrong, not only inside out but
not even matching. She stood up and I unzipped her pants and pulled them
down.
Her pussy was hairless, which I complimented her about, because at her age
she
was growing hair, and I wasn't sure she'd be able to keep it shaved bare the
way men like. I didn't want to see the poor little thing be turned down for
a
fuck because she was too mature, it would break her heart.
Jokingly, I said, "Gosh, Melanie, you are one ugly sow, you should have a
bag
over your head so men don't have to look at that face when they screw you."
I
made that joke with her a lot and it worked as usual:
She brightened. "Yeah, fuck me." The child could not be accused of being
arrogant. "I puh this on," she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out
a
gas mask I'd bought her. She fumbled but managed to get it on by herself.
Now
with her face hidden by a black leather mask (complete with oxygen
canister), I
could concentrate just on her very fine young body. I got down to eat her
pussy, which she loved, then I lifted her legs and looked at her butthole.
I
stuck a finger in it and sniffed it appreciatively.
"I nee it so bahad!" Melanie cried out, flailing her head, the air filter
banging against her shoulder blades. A comical though pathetic sight. I
clawed
at her perfect little nipples and squeezed her tits. She said something
else
that sounded like "May uh hahee? I so ha! Nee to cuh in my cun! Please!"
Just as soon as I put my cock in her Melanie began to cum, she sat up,
clenching her fists. "YETH! CUMMING!" she yelled. "Fuck it, fuck my cun!"
"You hot fucking little cunt," I panted, sweat dripping off my nose. The
inbred kid's twat was hot and tight, gripping my fuckstick. Here I am
fucking
a goddamn retard kid and she's ten times better than any woman ever was.
I came, gradually went soft. I unsnapped the mask and said, "Lick me clean
Melanie." I could not bear to look as she did it, but her mouth was
marvelous,
like velvet. I got hard again and spurted off in her face. This was a rare
treat for her and she swallowed every drop happily.
I was done. Another man knocked and the drunken old lady who ran the safe
house showed him in. "Kinda slim pickins today, Hank. That dog face there
and
that blonde." The other girl was about about nine, I was checking her out,
but decided against it. The guy looked at Melanie and said, "Hey, I've
heard
about you at bars. God Almighty, you are one ugly bitch." His hardon was
pressing against his pants and he could barely wait to get in Melanie's
pussy.
I sat on a sofa and watched. He had a nick big penis with a curve to it.
I drove Melanie home. She kind of dreaded going home. I knew why. Her
father
would be well on his way to passing out drunk, hammering down several
bourbons
as soon as he got in the door. Her mother, even more stupid than Melanie,
with
the IQ of a 1st grader, would be leaking from the cunt and furious. She was
always fuming but never could say why, poor clueless halfwit.
I've dealt with Jacob and Libby many times, feeling sorry for the whole
family,
so I went in with Melanie.
Sure enough her da