The Country School—A Teacher’s Delight is—obviously—a sleaze novel. It was published in 1970 and has pretty nice Bill Edwards cover art. The book is fairly raunchy, and offers the added twist that author Sharon Gordon is also the star of the tale. We really doubt it was actually written by a woman, though. We feel like a woman would be a lot more subtle:
“Now it’s your turn to come. I’m going to let you fuck me!” I was delighted with my foul language directed at this tender youth. “Yes, you must fuck me. Fuck me long, fuck me hard, fuck me for all you’re worth, and I hope it lasts all night. Honey, I want you to push that long, hard cock of yours as far up my pussy as it’ll go. Now, stand up, I want you inside of me, all of you.”
And so forth. Do you want us to explain the plot? Do you think the plot even matters? Well, there’s some same sex action, a threesome, a night when Sharon—that bad little schoolteacher—even services five guys. By the end she’s decided to settle down with a guy named Ted, but on the bus to his town screws a sailor and realizes, “A leopard can’t change its spots overnight.”
Sleaze books—and we can’t believe we’re going to say this—are better when they’re less explicit. Yes, it’s true. Because explicitness is usually a substitute for writing skill. When decent authors tackle sexual subject matter it can be really fun reading. The Country School—A Teacher’s Delight is interesting, but it definitely isn’t delightful.