My Physics Student Teacher Used And Abused Me

As a senior in high school I was perpetually horny. We got a student teacher in physics for the semester. Small, nice looking girl, wore hippy style dresses and sandals, was from Ventura California. It was a nice spring day so she called for an outdoor class, we went to the far end of the track course under a tree that had a picnic table. We sat on the ground for her lecture, she sat on the picnic table, her feet on the bench.

As she spoke she gestured, her arms and legs moved, and her skirt on her lap made way for a straight up view of her pantiles crotch, we learned that afternoon why it was called 'beaver'. The whole lecture we were distracted by pussy, not only the guys, the girls too who held their hands over their eyes.

A couple of days later she asked me to come to the teacher's office, where she apologized for the 'view' she had subjected us to. I was quick to let her know we had been flashed by girls in school nothing new to us. "Oh yeah" she said "like who?" Well we couldn't say, but she did not leave it there. Blonde, brunette, black hair? Tell her the name of the girl who went commando.

Friday was the day I got the car to drive to school. Walking to the car she caught up to me, asked me to give her a ride. Sitting beside me, leaning back against the door, her dress up high on her thighs she flashed her panties. She shamed me but didn't close her legs, she reached under her and took off her panties. "Like that better?" and just as quick "are you one of those boys who likes pussy?"

She used me, and abused me, a hippy at heart she believed in make love not war. By the time her six weeks were over, I'd been personally introduced to pussy.