There’s no better person to start with when talking about teacher student sex scandals than Mary Kay Letourneau. In the national conciousness at least, she’s the one who started it all.
Like so many women who end up sleeping with their students, Letourneau seemingly had it all. She was the daughter of an ultra rightwing United States congressman (John G. Schmitz). She had seven brothers and sisters (as well as two half-siblings from her father’s affair … hmm). So she had a very apple pie upbringing. And she had a seemingly happy marriage.
Mary Kay “Schmitz” married Steve Letourneau in 1984, and they were quick to have children. Mary Kay ended up with four kids, two boys and two girls, from her marriage to Steve.
Trouble came in the form of an *8* year old child, Vili Fualaau. Letourneau met Fualaau when he was but a second grader; Letourneau was his teacher. She taught him again in the sixth grade, and the relationship became a sexual one when he was 13 years old. Thirteen … years … old. She was 33.
Their relationship lasted for nearly a year, finally coming to a temporary close when Steve discovered love letters from young Vili. He did the last thing I’d personally do by telling his entire family about his wife’s affair. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me but I’d rather people not know that my wife was having an affair with a 13 year old.
Call me crazy.
A cousin went to the police, and Mary Kay Letourneau was arrested. She was arrested in February of 1997, pled guilty to two counts of second degree statutory rape, and sentenced to seven years and five months in prison. Lucky for her, the prison sentence was suspended and she was allowed to serve just six months in county lockup. She also had to enroll in a three year program for “sexual deviancy”.
Four months after being arrested Mary Kay gave birth. The father wasn’t Steve.
Letourneau was released from prison early, but just couldn’t stay away from Vili. She was arrested again in 1998 and was found with a wad of cash and a passport. It’s presumed that her and Vili had been planning on skipping out of the country. Her original prison sentence of seven plus years was reinstated.
A month later prison doctors discovered that Mary Kay was pregnant again. The father wasn’t Steve this time either.
This is where things get kinda tragic.
Mary Kay was discovered writing letters to Vili in November of 1999 and was sentenced to six months of solitary confinement. That’s pretty damn harsh in my opinion for a woman already doing seven years, but what can you do? Her father died in 2001, but she wasn’t allowed to attend his funeral.
Letourneau was finally released from prison again in 2004, and married Vili soon after. She took his surname.
The Letourneau case has brought a great deal of publicity to female teacher – male student relationships, and they seem to be popping up everywhere. Tuning into any radio morning show in America will confirm this. Without the outrageousness of Letourneau’s story it’s hard to imagine today’s amorous teachers getting nearly the publicity they get.
It might be wrong, but my first thought with most of these cases is the same thought that former Secretary of Labor Robert Reich had:
Where were teachers like [her] when I went to school?
Guys all over America ask the same question all the time. That’s what this blog is all about.
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The reason that Mary Kay had a relationship with the Vili kid was pretty simple: she was horny; her husband didn’t turn her on or come on to her; the Vili kid was mature for his age; she undoubtedly saw the bulge in his pants all the time, and decided to have a taste; it was all chemistry: sexually mature 13 y/o male and sexually peaking 33 y/o female.
I can get hard just looking at her face. Who wouldn’t: she is a fox. I look at her photo with unplucked eyebrows and just can imagine her thick furry cunt, just waiting to be eaten and fucked. Too bad it ain’t me.
With me, Mary Kay would’ve never went to jail, i just couldn’t share a dream like that. She’d get pregnant repeatedly too unless she got birth control, because i too wouldn’t stop getting that beautiful goodbody and heart. And i’d keep caressing her goodbody, with her clothers off! Once the librarain I had back in elementary school was sitting on a low round table, one knee up, legs open. Her camel-toe was out to the edge of the table. She stared at me staring at/into her massive camel-toe for the whole half hour the class was there. She didn’t change position. I was the last one out, and walked up close, still staring, and she still didn’t move nor stop staring at me stare. I sure did want to hold that big fat thing and put mine into her massive vag, but I didn’t want her to ‘change’ all of a sudden. A few days later, I kept her in front of me, by asking her about a paper. She kept answering and put her foot up on a nearby step. I kept inching the paper to her big vag, which with her leg up on the step, was open. I kept rubiing it, playing along with the question paper. Fnally she was done telling me about the paper, and she turned. I reach around and dug into her big vag. She stopped, turned, smiled, and kept walking. I couldn’t get her to let me do anymore.