I am asking for opinions on how normal or abnormal, psychologically speaking, a fantasy that I had was regarding my homeroom teacher when I was 13.
My homeroom teacher was 24/25 years old the year that she taught me. I am sure about my teacher’s age range because she shared this information with the class. My homeroom teacher came from a slightly upscale family. Her father was a retired US Airforce Lt. Colonel that was a real estate agent and owned his own charter plane business in Florida.
My fantasy is that, while drinking in the lounge at the Hilton Hotel, my homeroom teacher meets a handsome and well-dressed man. The two share a table together and the conversation goes well. My homeroom teacher finds herself instantly turned on by the man’s dark hair, dark mustache, and robust physique. The man informs her, as they are having drinks together, that he is an attorney and that he is 43 years old. My homeroom teacher’s new date gives her a business card and tells her a little about a case that he has Monday.
The two agree to go up to his room. When they get to his room, and undress, my homeroom teacher is surprised by the large girth of his penis. The couple gets into bed and the sex is difficult, but she feels obligated because she has already allowed him penetration. The first five minutes of the sex was uncomfortable, but bearable, for my homeroom teacher. Then the man went inside all the way and his thrusts were so violent that they pushed the mattress so that it was uneven with the box springs. My homeroom teacher started to cry and told him, “Stop. Stop. It hurts.” The lawyer became angry and started telling her, “Yeah! Yeah! I like it like this! I am fucking the Lt. Colonel’s daughter. Oh yeah! It’s good. Take it bitch! Take it bitch”! My homeroom teacher began to cry louder and begged him to please stop. The lawyer’s thrusts became not just hard but violent. The mattress itself seemed not just to squeak but to scream. When the lawyer had finally slaked his desires inside of my homeroom teacher, he bit her very hard on her left shoulder before rolling off her in spent exhaustion.
My homeroom teacher was still crying when the lawyer told her, “Open your legs for me. I want to look at your pussy.” The lawyer then forced her legs open and said, “Yeah. You look good. You can tell you have been fucked good, but you look good.”
My homeroom teacher was still crying when she got up and went into the bathroom. The lawyer could hear her urinating. The lawyer gently asked, when she returned from the bathroom, in a voice that seemed to care, “Did it hurt when you went”? My homeroom teacher said through her tears, “Yes.” The lawyer said in a voice that seemed to show concern, “It’s alright honey. It always hurts them the first time they piss after I have fucked them. You will be fine.” My homeroom teacher screamed at him through tears, “You son of a bitch! I will have you charged with rape and you will be disbarred.” The lawyer said to her in a soothing voice, “Now honey you don’t want to try that. It wouldn’t hurt me, and it would ruin you. I am a respectable attorney in this town. You’re just a hot piece of ass out of grad school that picks men up in bars. How would your daddy, the Lt. Colonel, feel about you picking up a man in a bar”? My homeroom teacher cried because she knew that he was right.
The lawyer told her before they parted ways, “You did good. You took all of my frustrations upon yourself so that I will do well in court Monday.”