Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2019 23:13:58 +0000 From: TabTales Subject: Tales From Smallville/ The Men of Himmerson Elementary Adult Youth, Interracial, Fisting, Oral, b/M This story is a work of FICTION and contains explicit, graphic sexual acts between men and prepubescent boys. If this offends you or is considered illegal material where you are, I urge you to leave now. Events in the story are entirely fabricated and no character, event or setting is based on real life locations or people (either living or dead). Author retains copyrights to this work. This story is not intended to influence the actions of others and its contents SHOULD NOT be viewed as support or encouragement for any behavior. Everything presented is simply taboo fantasy from a guy that de-stresses by writing perverted shit. Author's note: Hey guys. This is the second story in a collection of stories I intend to write about a small town named Smallville; a place full of horny men and boys that love fucking them. I've had this story sitting in my laptop for over a year and was partly unsure if I wanted to continue the series (So perverted, I felt dirty writing it lol) and partly swamped with requests for the story that made me hesitant to post. I've spent the last year coming up with over 60 scenarios I'd like to write a chapter about though, so figured I'd just keep at the story! :: The Men of Himmerson Elementary :: "No more pencils!" "No more books!" "No more teachers and their dirty looks!" It was a chant known to children across America and on the last day of school the words echoed throughout the halls of Smallville's largest elementary school, Himmerson Elementary. Fifty year-old Gray Peterson, a salt-and-pepper haired, solidly-built man and Himmerson Elementary's Principal, shared his student's excitement. With the various snowstorms and delays the school had suffered over winter the children were leaving for their summer break one week later than what they were accustomed to. The week felt like a lifetime for the Himmerson students, whose friends and neighbors had already begun their vacations. For Principal Peterson, however, the wait for the last day of school felt like an agonizing eternity. It wasn't that Peterson hated his job- quite the contrary in fact. The man was one of the most dedicated educators in town and loved nothing more than spending hours thinking of ways to improve his school. No, Principal Peterson awaited the last day of school for one reason and one reason alone: boy fucking. Just as Smallville was no ordinary town, Himmerson Elementary was no ordinary elementary school and Gray Peterson was no ordinary Principal. Although the elementary school ran just as smoothly as any other in Smallville it differed in two unique ways. The first was that in the female-dominated education profession, ninety percent of Himmerson's staff was male. The second way Himmerson was unique? All of the men employed in the school were sex-crazed, boy obsessed, hardcore pedophiles. And Principal Peterson was the man that hired them all. After Peterson waved goodbye to the last trickle of 'regular' students streaming out the school, he rushed back inside the building with heated intent. It was the last afternoon of the school year and the old pervert knew what that meant for the sleazy pedos he had hired. It meant one last afternoon of shoving their veiny, boy-hungry cocks down the throat of a tiny student. It meant one last afternoon of fucking a whimpering lover to a sobbing dry-cum. One last chance to breed a boy before summer camp, strict parents and family vacations made him inaccessible. And it meant one last chance for Principal Peterson to observe it all. As he quickly traversed the elementary school's colorful halls, Principal Peterson passed several of the pedos in his employ as they began to descend on the boys that remained in the school. Boys that knew exactly what type of men lived in Smallville. Mr. Williams, a husky, black, sixth grade teacher, grinned at Principal Peterson as he unlocked the first floor teacher's lounge. Two white boys energetically stripped beside him, revealing their smooth stomachs and privates just recently kissed by puberty. The boys, Toby and Daxon, were 6th graders that spent the year transforming from brats that disrespected every adult they saw to teacher's pets eager to please Mr. Williams with their grades and with their cunts. "Can ya fuck me first, Mr. Williams?" Toby asked as he tugged on his cock with one hand and crept the other up his teacher's shirt. "I've had the itch alllllll day!" "What!? No dude, I'm getting fucked first!" Daxon fumed, shoving his friend away. "You got to go first last time!" "Cuz I got a better grade than you!" Toby sneered. Daxon gave Toby another shove. "No you didn't, liar! Besides, I'm a better fuck than you!" "No way, dipshit!" Toby spat, balling up his fist. "I'm a better fuck and tougher than you!" "BOYS!" Mr. Williams' voice boomed, causing both tweens to freeze up. "WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT FIGHTING!?" The husky teacher lifted his wide, coal-dark hand and gave both boys a HEAVY SMACK on their asses. "W-were sorry." Both boys muttered in unison. They rubbed their reddening asses and pouted, upset that they made their idol upset. The man who was nicer than both of their dead-beat dads and made them feel things they never could've imagined. "C'mon now." Mr. Williams cooed, pulling both boys into a hug. "You know I'm gonna fuck both my lil' love boys hard and deep. Daddy's gonna leave a big load in your guts you'll be carrying around all summer. So play nice, okay?" The boys beamed at the man's words. "Yes Sir!" "Now kiss and make up. Do it the way you know I like." Grinning devilishly, Toby and Daxon both opened their mouths wide and began passionately making out. They let each other's drool slip out the sides of their mouths and coat their chins- just the way Mr.Williams liked his boys to kiss. "Good boys!" Mr. Williams smiled, lifting the boys into his arms as they continued their sloppy, 11 year- old make out session. "Now let's go make them pink, lil' boy pussies scream." Outside of the school's main office, the Coleman brothers sat side by side on the waiting bench, their tiny, rock-hard cocks sticking up straight through the fly on their pants. Grey haired Mr. Vazquez, the school's handsome Spanish teacher, was on his knees in front of the boys, hungrily engulfing one tiny prick in his wet mouth and sucking madly for a few seconds before moving to the next one. "M-make me shake again, Mr. Vaz! Please!" 5th grader Mitch Coleman begged the 50 year old teacher. "N-no! Do me again!" 4th grader Todd Coleman whined, tugging on the man's ear to get his attention. 3rd grader Eric Coleman could only drool out an "AH! AH!" as the Latin man's godlike tongue milked a fifth dry orgasm out of the boy's 3 inch cocklet. Mr. Vazquez couldn't hear any of the sex-crazed kids in his boy-dick gobbling trance; he was too lost in the sweet, tangy, familiar tastes that exploded on his tongue. The Coleman brothers' growing boy cocks were different in their sizes and shapes, but all three tasted exactly like their father's cock had when he was Mr. Vazquez's student. The Latin stud sucked the three boys faster, remembering all the bathroom blowjobs he had given their father when he was a sporty ten year-old. Peterson smiled and shook his head at the three brother's horny sounds. It was then that he noticed his night janitor, Mr. Killman, was very early for work. "You ready for one last trip on Daddy's fat, white hog you little fucking slut?" Peterson heard Janitor Killman grunt to Monty, a black, kindergarten boy, as he passed the pair. The white, muscular janitor was bald and covered head to toe in extreme piercings and tattoos. Every frightening, nightmare- inducing tattoo was on full display as the man towered over the little boy in nothing but a ratty, stained jockstrap. The tiny black boy didn't seem frightened by the intimidating man at all though. "Do your worse you dummy-ass!" Monty responded cheekily, enjoying the tingle of naughty words on his tongue. The boy stripped himself naked in seconds and looked up at the man towering over him with a mischievous smile. "I'm not gonna make it easy!" "You little fucker-"Killman smiled, scooping the little devil in his arms. The boy punched at the man's chest in mock resistance. "Leggo a me you dummy, you stink!" The boy shouted, trying his best to wiggle out of the janitor's arms and keep himself from giggling. "That's it lil' fucker, fight me. Make me earn that sweet-ass kiddy cunt." As Monty continued to play struggle, the man gripped a handful of the boy's tight curly hair and roughly yanked his head back. The rough act shocked Monty for a second, but he recovered quickly. Grinning evilly, the black kindergartener sucked in his breath and shot out a thick wad of spit in the grown man's face. "FUCK!" Killman's deep voiced boomed as the wad of spit splashed against his left eye. His rough face became flush with frustrated lust. "FUCKING ASSHOLE! I'M GONNA MISS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU THIS SUMMER!" Killman slammed his mouth against the Monty's tinier one and forced the boy into a deep, rough, pedophilic french kiss. Monty kept up with the grown man's eager tongue with equal excitement while, to Killman's agonizing delight, tugging on the oversized, skull-shaped, nipple rings that dangled from the man's muscular chest. It didn't take long for the janitor's 8-inch cock to break free of the shabby jockstrap confining it. Principal Peterson got a nice look at its veiny shaft and plumb-sized, cherry red cockhead that sported an oversized Prince Albert piercing. Peterson watched as Killman carried little Monty into his small night janitor's office and roughly slammed the door behind him; never once stopping their tongue battle. A minute later the sound of death metal music blasted from the room- Killman's fucking music of choice. Peterson knew that if he entered the room, he'd get an eyeful of Monty's plump, black rump jiggling up and down as the kindergartener fucked himself on his lover's pierced cock at his own pace. He'd even get to rough fuck the tiny elementary schooler if he wanted, pounding hard into his black boy-pussy while the tyke happily licked Killman's leaking 8-incher. But Peterson craved something rougher- something more extreme. And despite how scary Killman looked and sounded, the man was a gentle, romantic lover that wouldn't satisfy Peterson's depraved appetite. Hungry for the perverted sight of extreme boy-on-man lovemaking, Principal Peterson made his way to the one place he knew a boy was sure to be getting a hardcore sexual workout: janitor Demir's office. "Nnnhh! Ahh! A-again! Punch it again!" The high-pitch sound of boysex hit Principal Peterson before he even reached Mr. Demir's room. The air in the basement that hosted the day janitor's office buzzed with taboo energy and suffocated Principal Peterson with the familiar, manly odor of Mr. Demir. Interlaced with the Turkish janitor's musk was the sweetly-sour scent of boy privates and overwhelming stench of extra strong poppers. Peterson knew both smells well. "Ah! AH! PUNCH IT HARRDDERRR! PLEEASSSSSHHHEEE!!" The shouts bellowing from Mr. Demir's office made Principal Peterson's cock swell. The smell of pedo sex and poppers increased the closer Peterson got to the day janitor's office and by the time the man's hand clutched the doorknob, his nostrils were completely overtaken by the raunchy fumes. His heart pounded with anticipation at the thought of what sordid, last day of school debauchery awaited him behind the door. When he finally entered the room, the sight was better than he could have imagined. In the sweltering, suffocating, cluttered janitor's office five dingy cots lay grouped around an oversized one that bounced with activity. Every one of the small cots had two small, naked, boys stretched out across them in post-sex exhaustion; boys Principal Peterson knew were first, second and third graders. Large piles of open popper bottles were strewn about the cots with the boys, piles so big that many of the boys were half buried in them. Many of the bottles were empty, but others leaked their contents onto boy toes, butts and chests. A few of the boys had small popper bottles shoved deep up their nostrils, forcing their noses to bulge out obscenely. It only took a few seconds with the naked boys for Peterson to realize they weren't just exhausted on the cots, they were completely passed out. "Holy Fuck" Peterson muttered as he fondled himself while observing the room. The well-fucked grade- schoolers were red faced and coated hip to toe in a white goo that made their soft bodies shine. "Fisting cream." Principal Peterson noted with a smirk as the eye-watering, sense overpowering scent that the white slime released drifted to his nostrils. All ten of the boys' kiddie cocks were stiff, but bruised red and purple from abuse. Their boy holes were not what one would expect from boys their age; once button-tight, untouched anuses were slimy, gaping mouths of red and purple. Large globs of fisting cream pooled in their throbbing pussies, some streaming down the underdeveloped ballsacks of the boys passed out on their stomachs. All ten of the boys had been brutally fist fucked. Fist fucked by the man shoving his oversized paw into a shaking 9 year-old on the room's overgrown, popper-bottle covered cot, Mr. Demir. "NGHHAAAAAH!!!" Nine year-old Denny grunted as Mr. Demir's large fist pushed through his sphincter for the hundredth time. The janitor's calloused knuckles scraped against the shaking boy's tiny prostate, instantly making the child open his legs wider. Denny's boyish face was as red as his slime-coated, stretched out anal ring, which Mr. Peterson got an eyeful of thanks to the pair's missionary position. His shaggy brown hair was so matted from sweat it clung to his face and covered his eyes. In the midst of their pleasure, neither the boy nor Mr. Demir noticed Peterson enter the room. "AGAIN! PLEESSSEEEHHHH!" Denny's high voice cracked, sounding on the verge of tears. The skinny boy grabbed the janitor's hairy forearm with shaking hands and futilely tried to force the older man in and out of his kiddy cunt. "PLEASSSSEEE! DO THE PUNCHES!!" Mr. Demir grinned an eye-crinkling, moustache stretching grin. In his thick Turkish accent he laughed out an "Again, slut boy? You want punches?" "YYYYEEEESSSSSS!!" Denny slurred, his drooling mouth agape from the body melting sensations of the fist inside him. He desperately gyrated his hips, getting tiny jolts of pleasure every time he managed to make the janitor's gigantic fist budge inside him. Mr. Demir kept smiling his moustache stretching smile as the boy tried his best to reach a state of pleasure only an adult man's experienced fist could give. The tortured look on the nine year-old's face and pathetic attempts to bring himself to a fisting dry-cum made Mr. Demir's nine-inch cock drip with desire. The man had half a mind to yank out his fist and fuck the little slut instead; a hard, fast, brutal battering that would make the little boy scream 'not this way!' before falling victim to a violent dry- orgasm. Imagining his favorite little whore whining about being fucked instead of fisted aroused the janitor even more. Before Mr. Demir could rip his fist out of Denny's spazzing cavity, a cough interrupted his thoughts. "Come now, Nazar "Principal Peterson smiled, finally catching the man's attention (The moaning boy on the cot was still oblivious to his presence). " No need to torture the poor boy. Give the little tyke what he needs." "Ah! isveren!" Mr. Demir happily bellowed. "You come see me work on last day?" The Turkish giant energetically waved his boss over with his free hand while twisting his busy one deeper into Denny's welcoming guts. Denny screeched in joy at the deeper invasion. Peterson chuckled at the man's happy demeanor and crouched down besides his cot. "Yes, my friend. And it seems you've been working hard!" A head nudge to the gaping, unconscious boys surrounding them got a big laugh out of Mr. Demir. "These little sluts and their gaped-out pussies won't be forgetting you anytime soon, will they?" "Yes, yes, friend. Boys will be sure to vemember dada Demir tturing summer." Mr. Demir smiled as he unfurled his fist inside Denny and began roughly kneading the boy's insides. The child let out a guttural grunt at the action; every one of Mr. Demir's rough rubs against his soft pink walls felt like a firework exploding in his stomach. "In week, they cry themself to sleep wishing for dada Demir's meaty hand to tickle their holes. In two week, they play with little pussies in bath, finger themself while their toys watch. Third week, they sneak to my home. Beg for their dada's fist. Become pussy boys for me, all summer long." Mr. Demir's eyes brightened as he explained his summer plan to Principal Peterson. There was no doubt that Mr. Demir's summer would go exactly as he imagined. Though a few of the unconscious boys around the men held pained expression as they slept, many of the passed out tykes had faces with smiles as big and wide as their over-stretched kiddy cunts. Principal Peterson had no doubt those boys would be the ones coyly knocking on Mr. Demir's door in July for a shyly professed "visit" that would end with their little rump holes fisted beyond recognition. "Pleasseeesee..." Denny's ecstasy drowned voice begged. The janitor's rough prostate rubbing felt great, but wasn't nearly enough for the nine year-old to reach the mind shattering orgasm he craved. He needed Mr. Demir's punches. "Pleeeasseee, dada. Punchhhesss, PllleeAsseEEEe." The men laughed at the boy's slutty moans. Peterson shed his tie and dress shirt, revealing his massively pumped, pierced nipples to the room, and joined his fellow boy-lover on the crowded cot. He snuggled up to Denny so that the child's sweat drenched face wetly rested on his broad, hairy chest. "Well my friend, you should finally give little Denny a reason to want to visit you this summer." The principal's wide grin matched that of his Turkish employee. "You punch fucking a boy whore is just the thing I need on the last day of school!." "Yes, yes! Punches from dada. Denny is ready for dada's punches?" Behind his shaggy hair, Denny's glazed eyes widened at Mr. Demir's words. Principal Peterson could see the boy's grossly abused hole twitch rapidly around Mr. Demir's fist. "YES!" Denny exclaimed. "YeeEEss! Please, dada, punc-" It happened so fast, Peterson almost missed it. Before Denny, stretched out missionary style in all his prepubescent glory, could finish his sentence, Mr. Demir grabbed one of the near-empty popper bottles from the piles surrounding them and ROUGHLY shoved it all the way up Denny's left nostril before quickly RIPPING his fist from the boy's gaped out pussy. It was a forceful, violent rip that sent a trail of white goo flying through the air and caused Denny to wail at the top of his lungs; a wail that forced him to snort up the powerful odor and liquid in the bottle shoved up his nose. The boy's first scream was short lived, however. Before Denny had time to recuperate from the fist's removal, Mr. Demir quickly- and violently- slammed his fist downward and punched through Denny's quivering sphincter. His huge fist crashed against the elementary schooler's immature prostate, punching it with enough force to knock out a grown man. The shock from the first punch was enough to knock all the air out of Denny's lungs. "AHAHHAAAANNNGNGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" Denny screamed, finding his voice as Mr. Demir began delivering rapid-fire, vicious punches into the nine year old's over-stretched colon. The janitor's brows furrowed in concentration as he slam, slam, SLAMMED his thick fist into the child, breaking through the meager resistance of the boy's quivering anal walls with each punch. Each punch into Denny's overblown hole ended with a body-rocking blow to Denny's boy-button; blows that were sending the nine year-old to pig-boy heaven. "OPEN" Mr. Demir shouted "OPEN DEEP FOR DADA!!!" Denny tried his best to obey-to push his cunt out so more of Mr. Demir's fist could invade his insides and send him to the body draining orgasm he craved. The boy's mind began to falter however, as wave after wave of pleasure shocked his body with every punch. "NeHHH!N NEHFHGGAAHHSSSHH!" The garbled squeals emitting from Denny was music to Peterson's ears. He marveled at how Denny's four inch boy nail stood erect during the anal assault and how the boy, despite the waves of body-crippling pleasure flooding into him, gathered the power to spread his legs wider and lift his ass to take more of the Turkish assaulter's fist. The boy was a slut. A fist hungry, gaped-out kid pussy, pig-sex loving slut. And Peterson knew exactly what to do with boys like that. With no hesitation, Principal Peterson gripped a handful of Denny's hair and yanked the boy's face to one of his gross, overly pumped nipples. With his hair gripped in Peterson's fist, the Principal could finally see his eyes. The boy's usual twinkling green eyes were clouded over, unfocused and nearly rolled into the back of his head. Combined with the popper bottle shoved up his nose and drool running streaming out of his shouting mouth, they made Denny look like a pathetic, drugged-up boy whore. Peterson loved it. . "CHEW!" The man demanded, smashing Denny's sweat soaked face against the enlarged, pierced nub. Even in his hazy-brained state, Denny knew what to do. Opening his mouth wide, he covered Peterson's over-sized nipple with his mouth before biting the bud with all his might. He began chewing on his principal's pumped tit with the expertise of a nine year-old that did it every day of his life. His loud squeals became muffled "MMnnnnmnnngghhhh!"s as he bit on his principal's oversized tit and juggled the man's nipple piercing on his small tongue. "Damn!" Peterson cursed as the boy's baby teeth grinded and abused his pain-loving tit in the best ways. "God, I hope you keep your baby teeth over the summer, Denny. I'll want your little chompers biting my tits again in September." Denny didn't hear a word from his principal; Mr. Demir had increased his punching speed so much that globs of fisting cream began squirting from his loose boy cunt. Mr. Demir, however, laughed at the man's words. "No, no, friend." Mr. Demir chuckled, never letting up on his powerful punches into Denny's bruising pussy. "Boys better with men teeth. Sexy boys give nipples veally wuunderful workout when boy teeth gone." The Turkish beast flexed his meaty chest to drive his point home, causing his own enlarged nipples to catch principal Peterson's eyes. "Haha, surely a boy's teeth are better, Mr.- nggh- Mr. Demir." The way Denny bit down on his reddening nipples were leagues better than any man principal Peterson forced to chew on them. "Trust dada Demir!" The janitor grinned. "Men teeth, best teeth." Before principal Peterson could counter the claim, Mr. Demir leaned forward and completely engulfed the principal's free nipple. Peterson gasped at the sudden sensation, and then moaned as Mr. Demir began using his "men teeth" to bite and grind on the large teat. "FUCK!!" Principal Peterson moaned out. He immediately gripped the back of the man's head and smashed it as hard as possible against his chest, just like he was doing to Denny's tiny skull. Peterson was in perverted principal bliss. Two mouths pleasured his engorged nips, biting, sucking, and slobbering on them with such fervor that his cock strained against his khaki slacks, threatening to blow a pants ruining load inside them. All the while he was treated to the sight of Denny's puffy, sloppy, nine year-old boy pussy being fist- wrecked beyond recognition in front of him. Surely no other principal in town- fuck, no other principal in THE WORLD- was luckier than he was at that moment. Sweat streaked down Mr. Demir's back as he continued to feast on his boss' nipples and punch away at Denny's shuddering boy pussy. He loved moments like these; moments where he had both a man and boy to cater to his deepest perversions. Back in Turkey, during his glory days as a young, professional boxer, man-boy couples would wait for hours after a match or training session for the chance to meet him. Each pair hoped that the Turkish behemoth would invite them into his bed and treat them to a sexual adventure the boylover had become famous for. Mr. Demir would inspect every inch of his admirers in his private room backstage and they welcomed the invasion. Small boys would giggle and shyly show their hairless, rock hard two-inchers to Mr. Demir while their older brothers winced as they had their anal rings fingered by the man for tightness. Grown men, older than Mr. Demir was at the time, would stretch their jaws wide to prove they could swallow all eleven inches of his cock and force their teenage sons to do the same. Naughty farm boys from the countryside would push out pairs of apples, grapefruit and other lube-drenched fruits their uncles shoved up their holes that morning to prove they could take all of Mr. Demir's abuse. Yes, men and boys alike craved Mr. Demir back in his glory days, and many got the honor of joining him in bed. After a hard fought match or intense training session, Mr. Demir often left the boxing ring with a man-boy couple that would entertain him for the next few hours. A boy- maybe five years old or twelve- that would groan in delight as Mr. Demir sunk his bulbous, dark red cock head pass the boy's sphincter, stretching the kid out like no one had before. A man - the boy's older brother perhaps, or father- that would cheer the tyke on as he bounced up and down on Mr. Demir's enormous schlong, taking inch after inch of the boxing star's cock with every bounce. A man that would encourage his boy before grunting in his own mind-numbing pleasure from Mr. Demir's fisting; eventually passing out from a punch-spurred orgasm and leaving his boy to tiredly lick his anal slime off of Mr. Demir's fisting hand. The boy would clean Mr. Demir's entire fist of course, as his tiny bum flooded the sheets beneath him with boxer cum unable to stay in his brutalized hole. Denny's body tensed and both men knew what was about to happen. They had witnessed it plenty of times with other little boys. "Here it comes." Principal Peterson laughed as Denny and Mr. Demir released his bright red, spit-soaked nipples from their mouths. Denny's face was flooded a deep red color and a vein bulged on his neck. "I'MMM I'MMM GONNAAA." He stammered, his foggy eyes fluttering rapidly. "SHAKE FOR DADA!" Mr. Demir spat madly. Every muscle and vein in his fisting arm bulged as he hammered away at Denny's underaged cunt with all of his power. "SHAKE FOR DADA'S FUCKING PUNCHES!!!" Mr. Demir's fist was a blur as it punched in and out of the boy's caved-in pussy with the force of an experienced boxer. Every prostate punch sent a blast of white-hot pleasure to the boy's balls, cock, spine- his entire body. Denny couldn't fight it off anymore. He was going to- Going to- "NYAAAAGAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!" Denny screamed as his hairless, nine year-old body was encased in a series of mind-crushing, multiple dry orgasm. Every nerve in his tiny body burst with electrified pleasure as Mr. Demir fisted through the boy's orgasms, never stopping his punches no matter how loudly the boy shouted. Principal Peterson held the boy down firmly as his body violently lurched and jolted this way and that, completely out of the boy's control. Stars quickly exploded in front of Denny's eyes as orgasm after orgasm swallowed him whole, racking his body with pleasure. The boy's tiny boy-nail twitched madly, trying desperately to release a cum load that wasn't there. Denny was in paradise. "EEENNNGGGHHAAAAHHHHH!" Denny continued to ride his fisting orgasm, sputtering and spitting as one pedophile held him down and the other continued to batter his prostate. "AAAGGHHHHHSSAAAAAAAA!!!" Animalistic grunts filled the room as Mr. Demir continued to forcefully fist the spazzing boy. The Turkish giant grunted as he worked, growling out slurs and curse words in Turkish. Peterson held the boy's slippery body down, intent on seeing the boy ride every orgasm forced upon him. Denny slobbered, shouted, whined and came invisible cumloads time and time again. Thirteen minutes. Nine year-old Denny thrashed through multiple fisting-caused dry orgasms for thirteen minutes before blacking out. "NNNGGGggHhhhhfgghha..a..aa..." Denny gave one final whimper before reaching his breaking point. After one final thrust of his hips upward, the boy blacked out and fell backward onto the big cot. Mr. Demir continued to heavily punch into the boy, but the grade-schooler gave no reaction. Like the ten boys around him, he had been fisted to exhaustion. "Ahhhh, sweet Denny. Loves his dada's punches." Mr. Demir chuckled, a completely opposite from the fisting animal he just was. He yanked his huge, boxer's fist out of the boy with a loud squelching sound. Almost instantly an ocean of goo escaped the boy's insides and poured onto the sheets, making Denny's hole emit stomach turning, wet, squelching sounds. "You enjoy last day show, isveren!?" The man asked Peterson with his trademark smile. "Of course, my friend!" Peterson replied, taking hold of his employee's wrist to bring Mr. Demir's fisting hand to his mouth. Principal Peterson, ever the pig, began licking the Turkish giant's hands clean. "I always enjoy your shows, Nazar. You're one of my best hires!" Principal Peterson continued to praise the man as he licked his huge, fisting hand clean. The sweet, tangy taste of Denny's nine year-old insides made his steel-solid cock release a large bead of pre-cum that stained the front of his khaki pants. "Ah- I blush! I blush!" Mr. Demir laughed. "You flatter. Ahm...Will isveren help with..." Mr. Demir's eyes looked down and principal Peterson followed them to his thick, eleven-inch slab of Turkish meat. The meaty tube was visibly pulsing in frustration and leaking out torrents of pre-cum. Mr. Demir needed to fuck. "Dada's pussy boys sleep, see." Mr. Demir nodded to the unconscious boys around them "And dada has hunger for...pussy." Mr. Demir leaned forward and began nibbling on his boss' neck. The Turkish man seemed to instinctively know every weak spot to hit on the principal's sensitive flesh. "Ahh...Nazar...." Peterson moaned lowly. "You know...ahh...you know I love boys only...nggh." "Yes, yes. Dada's pussy boys are his life." A rough hand began tweaking one of Principal Peterson's over- sized nipples, sending jolts directly to his cock. "You were boy once, yes? We pretend you one of dada's boys..." Principal Peterson almost gave in. Despite exclusively being a boy lover, he sincerely considered shedding his slacks so his Turkish employee could fuck him in the hard, brutal way he was known for. Peterson was sure he would have his own minutes long anal orgasm that would end with him blacked out on a cot alongside his students. A voice stopped him from going down that path. "Dada..." a high-pitched voice squeaked from one of the bottle-covered cots. Mr. Demir stopped his passionate assault on his boss and both men looked to see one of the passed out boy's awakening. "Dada...I'm hungry..." The boy, Andyee Brown, was the smallest of the lot. He was a first grader with deep, rich, brown skin and pouty lips that drove men and classmate alike to lust. The tiny black boy was wiping the sleep from his eyes and looking around the room half-awake. "I'm hungry dada Demir..." The boy repeated with a yawn. Principal Peterson smiled knowingly and rose from the cot. "I'm sure your pussy boy here would be happy to help out his dada, friend. Providing you feed the poor kid afterward." "Hahaha, of course! Of course! Dada's boys well fed, always." Grinning ear to ear, Mr. Demir rose from the cot with Denny's limp body in his arms. He gently placed the unconscious boy on a nearby cot with two others before plopping back down and slapping his meaty thighs for Andyee. "Come, chocolate drop. Come to dada's lap." Andyee smiled softly and shuffled over to the giant man, still not fully awake. With little effort Mr. Demir picked up the first grader and plopped him onto his lap. The boy hugged Mr. Demir's torso dreamily as his small, brown cheeks spread to rest comfortably on his dada's fat, Turkish fuck stick. "I'll leave you two alone, there are others I want to see." Principal Peterson smiled, watching Mr. Demir's wet two of his fingers and bring them down to Andyee's purple, puffed out, recently fisted hole. "Join me for a drink later, Nazar?" "Always, friend. Always." Mr. Demir said, working a finger in the black boy's pussy. "You visit others? Last day, last chance to see play." Andyee streamed high-pitched moans as Mr. Demir began to drum thick fingers against his underdeveloped prostate. "Yes, I'm going to visit them now. There's still more I want to see. Thank goodness I'm not being fucked by you right now or I'd miss everything!" Both men laughed deep, booming laughs that drowned out Andyee's rising squeals. "Be sure to have these boys cleaned and fed in an hour, friend. See you later." Without thinking to grab his shirt or tie, principal Peterson crept over the cots of the sleeping boys and left the janitor's office. As he closed the door, he heard Andyee whine boyish "Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!"s that matched the tempo of wet slaps. The little, black angel was being fucked by eleven inches of ugly, adult cock meat. The fact brought a smile to the principal's face. Soaked in sweat, shirtless, with freshly abused nipples and a hefty cock straining against his dress slacks, principal Peterson strolled happily to his next location. It was the last afternoon of school and there was so much more the pedo wanted to see. --- I hope you enjoyed the story! Please let me know if you enjoyed it! This story was originally three times longer ,with Principal Peterson going to the art room and then gym, but I figured it was too long. I want to make each chapter focus on a different place/person in Smallville so opted against spreading Principal Peterson's sleaziness over three different chapters. Haha, I'm sure we'll visit Himmerson later though! More Stories by the Author: Jock's Awakening (athletic) Mini Derek (adult/youth, interracial)