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

Johnny Chinskinski and Ms. Hempanov... caught

... not paying attention to anything else. Johnny suddenly noticed the brass Josef Stalin statue on top of the bookshelf to his right. He no longer needed to think. His actions were entirely based off of animalistic instinct at this point. Although Johnny had never even pondered the idea before, he now knew that he was in love. However, at this point, with his disgusting principal now taking off his black long coat and putting it on a desk, Johnny was overwhelmed with burning hatred. Eva Hempenov was his woman and he was by no means going to let such a fat piece of der’mo (shit) have his way with the woman he lost his only virginity to. Johnny slowly crept up with the 10-pound statue, holding it with both of his hands. ‘Mother fucker,’ he said under his breath, was loud enough for Principal Heinrich to hear but his focus, as it had been since the start, was on the teacher. Forcing Ms. Hempanov over the desk, Heinrich undid his khakis and boxer briefs. He was just about to stick where many had gone before, when Johnny came up behind the principal dragging one of the classroom chairs, stepped up, raised his arms, slowly due to the weight of the statue, and proceeded to strike the center of his comb over. CLOP! Principal Heinrich instantly dropped to the floor, dazed, staring upside-down at the young boy who had hit him while holding his hands over the back of his head. BAM! Another hit, this one square in the nose. The blood came rushing out of the abnormally large schnoz. ...

... Principal Heinrich started screaming, rolling along the floor back and forth like a dying, squealing animal. With all of his might, Johnny Chinskinski delivered a final blow to the man’s right temple. BAM! Principal Heinrich stopped moving, the blood now flowing from three locations on his gigantic head. Johnny could barely comprehend what was happening–life, while it had went on for the past ten seconds, seemed to replay over and over in his mind from the second he stopped smashing Principal Heinrich’s head in. It was all in abnormally slow motion. The action seemed to affect Johnny’s brain as well, as for about a five minutes, Johnny would simply stare down at his slain foe, and then at his teacher’s breasts, and then back to Heinrich and then back toward Eva, and it was such a shock that when he would look back at Heinrich, he would again attain an erect penis, and then when he would look at Eva, he would lose it. When he finally gained composure, she was staring back at him, wide-eyed. It wasn’t a look that said, “What the fuck did you just do?” but rather “I love you and want you now.” Johnny instantly dropped the Stalin Statue back onto Principal Heinrich’s nose and embraced Ms. Hempenov, kissing her passionately and grabbing her large, firm buttocks. She bussed back and instantly forgot about the the dead body that lied slain on the floor not three feet from her toes, thinking Johnny Chinskinski now as not just the afterschool fuck she had once used him for, but as her man – ...