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A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be found.
It is normal for some primitive inhabitants of South American jungles to perform, before the entire village, what Americans would consider depraved acts. Such acts would probably result in arrests and convictions, if not a full-fledged riot, in the USA.
The people within a particular society usually are well aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. But what of those who shun the rules of normal behavior within their society?
This story is about a young woman who, while outwardly a respectable teacher in a middle-class high school, is in reality a sexual libertine who sees no harm in having intimate relations with her young students. But the students in this story, as far as one can tell, are not hurt by their experiences. Or are they? Will this teacher’s “abnormal” behavior have an adverse effect on the young people with whom she comes in contact? Who can say?
TEASER TEACHER-a work of fiction for entertainment, but also a story which points up once again the difficulty in defining normal behavior.
The bell rang and classes were finally over for the day. I stood there by the door while all my tenth-grade students filed out, then when they were gone I went back to my desk and sat down to finish some long overdue paper-work.
While I sat there checking tests from Tuesday’s math quiz I couldn’t help thinking about how unusually horny I’d been lately. My little cunt even now was tingling with desire and had been for the last several days. Ever since I’d broken up with my boyfriend Jack it seemed like all I ever thought about was sex.
It was normal, I supposed, for an attractive twenty-three year old woman-even one who on the surface was a straight-laced high-school teacher-to have these passions for the sight and feel of a man’s hard cock, but I certainly would never have admitted it to anyone. At least not to anyone that wasn’t in a position to do something about my urgent sexual needs.
My relationship with Jack had been a fairly good one-what with all the fucking we did-but we’d just seemed to drift apart for no particular reason and then there was really no sense in continuing to see each other. I wasn’t particularly worried about finding another man. Without being overly vain about my looks, I could still say I was very appealing sexually.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.