From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Mandie has a Miscarriage   
      
   By Willowall (M/f, pedo, preg, anal, viol)   
      
      
   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   
      
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