Johnny Chinskinski and Ms. Hempanov... caught - Sex Stories

Johnny Chinskinski and Ms. Hempanov... caught

“What the fuck?!” Looking back, Johnny Chinskinski stopped humping his Algebra I teacher, completely frozen as his principal stared at them with his jaw hanging to the floor. ‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…’ was all Ms. Hempenov could think to herself. Her mind was on repeat; she could not even begin to fathom what was happening at this point. Without even looking, she knew who walked in- the only person in the school with the key to her room- Principal Heinrich. Besides him having the master key, she could tell it was him by his oddly high-pitched voice. At 6’6 and around 350 pounds with a bald-topped comb over, Henrick would have been the last person anyone would have expected to have a voice similar to that of Bart Simpson. Ms. Hempenov knew she should explain the situation and make up some lousy excuse but the words just couldn’t come out and considering the position she was in (no pun intended) she really was, for one of the few times in her life, at a loss for words. With the upper half of her body hunched over her desk whilst taking it from behind by her 14-year-old prepubescent student, defending herself at this point seemed next to futile. Most of the clothes were thrown recklessly around the room and she didn’t even now where to start looking for her pink, frilly Vladimira’s Secret G-string. Ms. Hempenov noticed two things occur almost instantly- and had it been other circumstances, it could have been almost deemed comical. For one, Johnny’s erect penis had shriveled ...

... away to the point of next to nothing (which isn’t to say that it was anything in the first place). Two, the tent in Principal Heinrich’s brown khakis was probably the reason he hadn’t said anything since “What the fuck?!” around 30 seconds ago. His mind was evidently more focused on the visual display in front of him than the situation itself. Finally, there was a second to defend herself… if you can call it that. “I can explain!” Ms. Hempenov finally announced, getting up from her desk and thereby removing the soft penis out of her own nether regions. ‘Uhhhh…’ her mind desperately searched for an excuse. Her subconscious finally kicked in—during her lunch break, Ms. Hempenov had been reading People of the Soviet State Weekly, a gossip magazine touting all of Russia’s hottest politically-extreme-left celebs. In this issue, Ivana Yankovich had announced that the reason she had declared, privately in her own home, that she would love to live in America, was that she had been drinking far too much vodka. And so, Ms. Hempenov sputtered, “I’m an alcoholic!” putting her hands over her exposed parts. Ms. Hempenov didn’t know exactly why she chose this reasoning. Had she been exposed to any of even the most basic Western psychology studies, the answer would have been obvious, right then as there, as clear as the principal’s boner. The situation as a whole still seemed like a story out of a movie or book. Eva Hempenov, the hottest, blondest, bustiest teacher at Nikita Khrushchev High ...