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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,463
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and boys age 5-17. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinciden
Part 11
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 11
From far away came the noise of more jingle bells, these ringing in cadence indicating yet a third group of marchers. Mark guessed the sound started at the area of the faculty lockers, but gradually it grew louder.
"Attention!" Pete shouted. The Reindeer and Elf Batalions snapped to attention, and in marched eight more reindeer chosen from the honor roll to lead Santa to the party. Instead of just the generic "Reindeer," each of their T's bore a specific reindeer's name: Dasher, Dancer, and so on. Mark was thrilled to see Donder was Jody.
Behind the eight reindeer marched Santa. But not just one Santa. The entire faculty and staff marched in, all dressed in identical black boots, red hats with jingle bells attached, and you guessed it, red midthigh T's printed with a fur lined jacket and shiny black belt. Clearly, they also wore nothing under the T's, since many of them had definite hardons. Former military, to a man, they marched to the head of the Assembly, where one teacher ordered, "Santa Battalion, Halt!" Then another Santa stepped forward. It was the Major himself! Pete saluted him. "Yuletide Regiment reporting for duty, Sir!"
"Thank you, Captain. Now, Reindeer and Elves of the Yuletide Regiment. Have you been given your orders?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And what are they?"
"To make Santa happy, Sir!"
"Excellent! Now some of you have been on this mission in years past. But for those who are new recruits, let me review a few things." One of the other Santas handed the major a handful of candycanes. "Troops, do you know what these are?"
"Candycanes, Sir?"
"And what do you do with candycanes?"
"Suck them, Sir?"
"And is that the only thing you can suck tonight, Men?"
"No, Sir!"
The second Santa took the peppermints back and handed the Major a toy bag." Troops, do you know what this is?"
"A bag, Sir?"
"And what do we do put in this bag?"
"Toys, Sir?"
"And is this the only thing we can put our toys in tonight, Men?"
"No, Sir!"
"I am sure you will succeed in your mission tonight, Reindeer and Elves. I'm confident you will make the Santa Battalion very happy. But, remember, Cadets, and this is extremely important. Just seeing you in those lovely outfits makes Santa happy already. No boy should feel under any obligation to do anything which makes him uncomfortable. Is that understood?
"Yes, Sir!"
"We will have lots of delicious things to eat tonight. We will have lots of toys to play with. There are two things we will not have tonight. Do you know what they are?"
"Yes, Sir. No force or coercion, Sir!"
"All right, Captains, you may dismiss your troops."
"Santa Battalion, dismissed."
"Reindeer Battalion, dismissed."
"Elf Battalion, dismissed."
Quickly, boys and men took off across the room aiming for particular targets. Mark was heading for Jody, of course, but was intercepted by Coach Jeffries. "Come here, Mark. Let me show you what an igloo looks like inside." Mark shrugged at Jody and let Jeffries lead him by the hand into the nearest igloo. Inside, both the red and green T's were quickly pushed up to chest level and they began to 69. Mark liked this kind of party. It was as good as the network. When he saw Coach's cock was ready, Mark got on all fours and gave it his boycunt. He didn't want to waste any time; there was a whole roomful of Santa cocks and Reindeer cocks out there.
At the table, Olin was trying to pour a soda into a paper cup, but a reindeer crawled up behind him, lifted his green T with his antlers and started nuzzling his butt, making him giggle and spill the soda on his dick. The reindeer kindly licked it off for him. So he returned the favor. Claudio and Martin were tag-teaming Mr. Newman as he lay sprawled on a snowball. First one would get lap fucked, then the other.
When Mark emerged from the igloo, Jody was waiting for him as usual. "Hey, Champ! Gonna give me a taste of Coach's manjuice?"
"Sure, Cap! Help yourself." Mark pulled up his T, lay right on the floor, and spread his legs for Jody's face.
"Hey, stinko, you didn't bathe tonight, did you!"
"Didn't get a chance, Cap! I was waiting to bathe with you like usual." As revelers of all ages stepped over them, Jody felched Mark's asshole, then put him in the missionary position to fill it up again. "Hehe, I bet this is how you fucked my Mom!"
"Well, yeah, the first time, at least. And I'm gonna make you scream just like her, Champ?"
As Jody started to fuck him, Mark looked up and saw a massive mantool under a red T. He couldn't see the face, but this particular Santa was clearly enjoying the show. Mission accomplished!
The costumes, silly as they looked, worked perfectly. After an hour or so, many of the T's were tied up around the waist, with Santas, Reindeer, and Elves parading around bare assed and cocksure. By O-one hundred, little of the food had been eaten, but most of the Santas were spent, and the younger Elves were drooping. The Reindeer and older Elves could have gone on for hours, but the Major called for attention. "On behalf of the entire Santa Battalion, I want to say the Reindeer and Elves performed their orders tonight in true Claviger fashion. You can all be proud as you head off to your barracks. Taps will be at O-one fifteen."
"Awwww."
"But we'll delay tomorrow's reveille until eleven hundred."
"Yay!"
"Good night, Cadets!"
Mark went directly to Jody's room for the night. In fact, there were very few kids left in the Elf Barracks, their green clad bodies having been whisked off to Reindeer rooms and Santa houses all over campus.
The next morning, Jody brought Champ back to his barracks well before the delayed reveille. Mark's squadmates were still elsewhere. The reindeer kissed his sweet elf and left him to get ready for the day. The elf took one last look in the mirror at his green uniform before taking it off. He was about to put on his cadet uniform, but knew he didn't have to hurry. So he knelt beside his bed and began mumbling a prayer, "Hi, Jesus. Hope you don't mind me praying naked, but if I put on my uniform and kneel, the knees'll get baggy, and I don't wanta get no demerits, y'know. And anyways, you know what my ass looks like, 'cause you made it, hehe. I sure do thank you for staying with me after Grandpa died. You been real good to me. You put me in this here swell school. If Grandpa is nearby, tell him I still miss him, but I ain't crying no more and I ain't scared, 'cause you been a real good shepherd. I hope I been a pretty good lamb 'cause I don't want you givin me no demerits either. Oh, yeah, I know it's a little early, but in case I forget later on, Happy Birthday, Jesus."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 11
From far away came the noise of more jingle bells, these ringing in cadence indicating yet a third group of marchers. Mark guessed the sound started at the area of the faculty lockers, but gradually it grew louder.
"Attention!" Pete shouted. The Reindeer and Elf Batalions snapped to attention, and in marched eight more reindeer chosen from the honor roll to lead Santa to the party. Instead of just the generic "Reindeer," each of their T's bore a specific reindeer's name: Dasher, Dancer, and so on. Mark was thrilled to see Donder was Jody.
Behind the eight reindeer marched Santa. But not just one Santa. The entire faculty and staff marched in, all dressed in identical black boots, red hats with jingle bells attached, and you guessed it, red midthigh T's printed with a fur lined jacket and shiny black belt. Clearly, they also wore nothing under the T's, since many of them had definite hardons. Former military, to a man, they marched to the head of the Assembly, where one teacher ordered, "Santa Battalion, Halt!" Then another Santa stepped forward. It was the Major himself! Pete saluted him. "Yuletide Regiment reporting for duty, Sir!"
"Thank you, Captain. Now, Reindeer and Elves of the Yuletide Regiment. Have you been given your orders?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And what are they?"
"To make Santa happy, Sir!"
"Excellent! Now some of you have been on this mission in years past. But for those who are new recruits, let me review a few things." One of the other Santas handed the major a handful of candycanes. "Troops, do you know what these are?"
"Candycanes, Sir?"
"And what do you do with candycanes?"
"Suck them, Sir?"
"And is that the only thing you can suck tonight, Men?"
"No, Sir!"
The second Santa took the peppermints back and handed the Major a toy bag." Troops, do you know what this is?"
"A bag, Sir?"
"And what do we do put in this bag?"
"Toys, Sir?"
"And is this the only thing we can put our toys in tonight, Men?"
"No, Sir!"
"I am sure you will succeed in your mission tonight, Reindeer and Elves. I'm confident you will make the Santa Battalion very happy. But, remember, Cadets, and this is extremely important. Just seeing you in those lovely outfits makes Santa happy already. No boy should feel under any obligation to do anything which makes him uncomfortable. Is that understood?
"Yes, Sir!"
"We will have lots of delicious things to eat tonight. We will have lots of toys to play with. There are two things we will not have tonight. Do you know what they are?"
"Yes, Sir. No force or coercion, Sir!"
"All right, Captains, you may dismiss your troops."
"Santa Battalion, dismissed."
"Reindeer Battalion, dismissed."
"Elf Battalion, dismissed."
Quickly, boys and men took off across the room aiming for particular targets. Mark was heading for Jody, of course, but was intercepted by Coach Jeffries. "Come here, Mark. Let me show you what an igloo looks like inside." Mark shrugged at Jody and let Jeffries lead him by the hand into the nearest igloo. Inside, both the red and green T's were quickly pushed up to chest level and they began to 69. Mark liked this kind of party. It was as good as the network. When he saw Coach's cock was ready, Mark got on all fours and gave it his boycunt. He didn't want to waste any time; there was a whole roomful of Santa cocks and Reindeer cocks out there.
At the table, Olin was trying to pour a soda into a paper cup, but a reindeer crawled up behind him, lifted his green T with his antlers and started nuzzling his butt, making him giggle and spill the soda on his dick. The reindeer kindly licked it off for him. So he returned the favor. Claudio and Martin were tag-teaming Mr. Newman as he lay sprawled on a snowball. First one would get lap fucked, then the other.
When Mark emerged from the igloo, Jody was waiting for him as usual. "Hey, Champ! Gonna give me a taste of Coach's manjuice?"
"Sure, Cap! Help yourself." Mark pulled up his T, lay right on the floor, and spread his legs for Jody's face.
"Hey, stinko, you didn't bathe tonight, did you!"
"Didn't get a chance, Cap! I was waiting to bathe with you like usual." As revelers of all ages stepped over them, Jody felched Mark's asshole, then put him in the missionary position to fill it up again. "Hehe, I bet this is how you fucked my Mom!"
"Well, yeah, the first time, at least. And I'm gonna make you scream just like her, Champ?"
As Jody started to fuck him, Mark looked up and saw a massive mantool under a red T. He couldn't see the face, but this particular Santa was clearly enjoying the show. Mission accomplished!
The costumes, silly as they looked, worked perfectly. After an hour or so, many of the T's were tied up around the waist, with Santas, Reindeer, and Elves parading around bare assed and cocksure. By O-one hundred, little of the food had been eaten, but most of the Santas were spent, and the younger Elves were drooping. The Reindeer and older Elves could have gone on for hours, but the Major called for attention. "On behalf of the entire Santa Battalion, I want to say the Reindeer and Elves performed their orders tonight in true Claviger fashion. You can all be proud as you head off to your barracks. Taps will be at O-one fifteen."
"Awwww."
"But we'll delay tomorrow's reveille until eleven hundred."
"Yay!"
"Good night, Cadets!"
Mark went directly to Jody's room for the night. In fact, there were very few kids left in the Elf Barracks, their green clad bodies having been whisked off to Reindeer rooms and Santa houses all over campus.
The next morning, Jody brought Champ back to his barracks well before the delayed reveille. Mark's squadmates were still elsewhere. The reindeer kissed his sweet elf and left him to get ready for the day. The elf took one last look in the mirror at his green uniform before taking it off. He was about to put on his cadet uniform, but knew he didn't have to hurry. So he knelt beside his bed and began mumbling a prayer, "Hi, Jesus. Hope you don't mind me praying naked, but if I put on my uniform and kneel, the knees'll get baggy, and I don't wanta get no demerits, y'know. And anyways, you know what my ass looks like, 'cause you made it, hehe. I sure do thank you for staying with me after Grandpa died. You been real good to me. You put me in this here swell school. If Grandpa is nearby, tell him I still miss him, but I ain't crying no more and I ain't scared, 'cause you been a real good shepherd. I hope I been a pretty good lamb 'cause I don't want you givin me no demerits either. Oh, yeah, I know it's a little early, but in case I forget later on, Happy Birthday, Jesus."
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.