Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2011 13:37:03 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Tamed Cougar - Chapter 6

Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets Educated - Chapter 06
By Tappy McWidestance

My flight home was uneventful, at least if you consider an almost
unbearable yearning in my pussy for direct stimulation uneventful. After I
got excited at the TSA screening I had to sit in the gate area and people
watch for an hour before my flight boarded. It must have been my new found
appreciation for the female form working tricks in my head, but it seemed
like every woman who walked past me was beautiful and I could imagine them
taking advantage of me. This kept my pussy humming along with arousal. Once
I boarded the plane, I realized this particular airline must save their
best looking flight attendants for First Class. This wasn't my mind playing
tricks on me. This flight attendant was gorgeous. If I had Mistress Lisa's
cell phone number I would have sent her a text message asking permission to
seduce her.

As it was, I only watched her as she helped people board and then
throughout the flight as she served our section of the cabin. I didn't have
anyone sitting next to me and watching this goddess made me want to ask for
a blanket to cover my lap so I could masturbate in my seat. I'm not sure
how I didn't sink to that depth, but I managed to control myself until I
got home. Alone and in private, however, all bets were off and I quickly
brought myself to a most satisfying climax.

I still had a couple of weeks to prepare for the next semester of
teaching. This was always a busy time for me which was good. The prep work
I had kept my mind off the dull ache in my pussy which wasn't being
satisfied. Every time I checked my email or heard the phone ring I expected
it to me Mistress Lisa ordering me back to Chicago to satisfy her lustful
desires. But that request never came. I managed to get through the first
week only masturbating twice. It was tough, but I was trying to get a
handle on myself so I resisted as much as I could. I didn't want my lust to
spiral out of control.

During the second week, my brain decided to take my needs into its own
hands, so to speak. On Sunday night I had the most vivid dream I ever
had. Like on the train, I woke coated in girl goo. Instead of having a
vibrating wand strapped to my leg, however, I found my fingers slick and in
my pussy. I didn't remember all of the details to my dream, but it went
something like this.

It was the first day of class. I was dressed in a conservative,
professional business suit. Later in the semester I would be more casual,
but I always started things off more formal to assert my position as the
head of the class. Of course that tradition was before I became a wanton
pussy slut. In my new position, every young girl who came into my classroom
was a potential notch on my bedpost. I was struggling to control my
emotions and I had not even started the first lecture. The posts in my
nipples and ring through my clit insured I was more aroused than I had ever
been before in class.

I had always hunted for my pray at schools in Boston so I would not have
any conflict of interest at my college. I could tell this year was going to
be different. There was no way I'd be able to control my lust enough not to
bed a student. I watched as 16 nubile girls wandered into my
classroom. Each seemed sexier than the last. I knew I was in trouble. The
last girl to enter was also the youngest. Usually my classes are full of
upperclasswomen. The subjects just don't appeal to most freshmen. I'd seen
on the class roster that one girl, Penny, was indeed a freshman. It was
also the first period of the day so this would be her first college
class. I knew she would probably struggle. In my dream I remember thinking
I hope she needs some tutoring. As had been the case for the last few
months, however, I was the one about to get an education.

Penny positioned herself in the front row of the lecture hall. Hardly
anybody ever sits in the front row. She was stunning. She was also wearing
a very short skirt which showed off her athletic legs. She was also wearing
high heels. She didn't look like a typical student. She looked like me when
I was on my hunting trips.

The first class is always about my expectations and requirements for doing
well. I've given this speech so many times I can recite it by
memory. However, this time I stammered and struggled like a first year
substitute. The reason? Immediately after sitting down, Penny crossed her
legs giving me a deliciously naughty view up under her skirt. I wasn't
sure, but I don't think she was wearing panties.

We silently played a game with each other. She would move her legs,
crossing them, spreading them or even closing them for a short period of
time and I would lose my train of thought, misspeak and try to discretely
look at her without getting caught. She knew what she was doing and she
knew that I was falling into her trap.

The class was a blur. I'm sure the other students were confused, although
I'm sure I was the only one whose panties were soaked. After class the
students all filed out and I quickly locked the classroom door and pulled
down the shade. In my dream I sat at my desk, propped up my spread legs on
top of my desk and masturbated. I pictured doing this in front of an entire
lecture hall of students as Penny commanded me to show off how much of a
slut I am. I shamefully came in front of all of them to a loud round of
applause.

Then I woke up. As I said before my fingers were buried deep inside my
pussy just as they had been in my dream. They were also soaked with my
juices evidence that my alternate dream reality wasn't entirely
fiction. I'd just made myself cum dreaming of a freshman forcing me to play
with myself in front of my class. How much lower could I go? As it turns
out, I only had to wait until falling asleep the next night to find out.

As I said, my dreams had become much more vivid than I remembered them to
have been previously. I also remembered every detail something which I
never did in the past. My second dream started the same. Penny was teasing
me throughout the lecture. I did my best to ignore her and teach, but it
was a losing battle. The rest of the students filed out of the room when I
was done, but I heard them snarking that I was a terrible teacher and they
couldn't follow what I was saying. This was cutting me to the
core. Something else happened that day. Penny was the one who locked the
door after everyone else left.

She never said a word to me. She just walked over to me and put her hands
on my shoulders pushing me down into my chair. She then hitched up her
skirt, sat down on my desk, spread her legs and told me to lick her
pussy. Of course I did without hesitation. Penny began a verbal assault on
me telling me what a good submissive slut I was and promising to make me
eat her every day. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe my good fortune to
find a young girl who could see right through my soul and give me the
attention my body craved. I woke up again soaking wet, although my hands
were not at my crotch. In my dream Penny had not played with me or made me
cum and apparently I had not in bed either.

All day I kept thinking back to my dream. I masturbated several
times. Actually I teased myself several times but I forced myself to stop
before I could climax. I knew my dream mistress would want it that way and
I was determined to wait until tonight to see if I would dream about her
again.

I went to bed Tuesday night hoping my subconscious mind would continue its
journey into my submission to Penny. Fortunately it did not let me
down. Nor did it let me down the rest of the week. Each night I dreamed of
my own debasement. Each night the dreams became more vivid and real and
each night the acts of submission I performed grew more twisted and
perverted.

After my first dream of servicing Penny, my next dream had her walking late
into my lecture. She sweetly apologized and dropped a note on my desk on
the way to her usual front row seat. I left the note for a few minutes
giving her a scowling look at interrupting the class. When I reached an
appropriate break point, I unfolded her note. Her penmanship was
elegant. She was very refined for her age. The note said to go to the
bathroom and remove my underwear. I hoped the rest of the class didn't
notice my shock. I looked up into Penny's eyes. I know she saw my reaction.

I folded the note again and tossed it in the trash. We still had half an
hour for this lecture so I began the next section. Again the quality of my
teaching began to suffer as I was distracted by the order given to me by my
young temptress and because she was once again flashing me from her seat. I
was starting to get hot and bothered. I struggled through the section and
then told the class to take a few minutes to read into the next session and
that I'd be right back.

Grabbing my purse I headed down the hall to the ladies room. I went into
the nearest stall and quickly slid my panties off. They were soaked through
anyway and not doing much good. Getting my bra off was a more logistical
challenge, but it quickly followed my panties into my purse. I felt
liberated walked back to my classroom and wondered what else Penny had in
store for me.

When I got back into the lecture hall I immediately noticed another note on
my desk. I chose to ignore it for now. Everyone must have seen Penny put it
there and I didn't want to appear to be taking orders from a freshman. I
completed my lecture as best I could until the class ended. I was sure the
students would comment about my lack of teaching skills again, although
this time I didn't hear them. As they were filing out of the room I picked
up Penny's note. All it said was that I was to sit on the edge of my desk
and masturbate for us.

Us? Why us?

I looked up and besides Penny, four other girls had stayed behind when the
rest of the class left. My dream self flashed back to Cathy and her friends
at our picnic as I submissively stood up and walked to the front of my
desk. I knew the door wasn't locked this time, but that didn't stop me from
hiking up my skirt and sitting on the edge of my desk.

I hoped I was turning on my protagonists as I spread my legs and began to
finger my clit. I'm sure my golden ring was glistening with my juices. I
could hear the girls gossiping with comments like "damn, I didn't believe
you when you said she would do this" and "what a slut!" I also heard them
asking what else Penny could get me to do. I was lost in a dream world,
both literally and figuratively. I began to finger fuck myself with abandon
giving the girls a wonderful show. I moaned and groaned until I begged
Penny to let me cum. This seemed to surprise the other girls but Penny took
it in stride but denied me that pleasure.

My dream then took on a third person view. I was no longer looked at Penny
and the girls but hovered above them watching the scene unfold. I could see
the pleading look on my face, the stern look of dominance on Penny's and
the complete disbelief of the other girls. Penny told me I had to pledge
myself to her before I'd be allowed to cum. Of course I did that
immediately. She then said I had to pledge myself to her friends. Again I
complied without reservation. She then said I was to always wear skirts to
class and never wear underwear.

As I watched myself agree to those terms I thought "that is a good idea"
and began to frig my clit harder. I was about to cum whether Penny gave me
permission or not. The girls seemed amused by my submission. Penny
announced that tomorrow after class I was going to lick all their
pussies. She asked if "teacher slut" would like to taste five fresh young
pussies. I nodded and exploded into orgasm.

I rolled over on my desk and thrashed about as a monumental orgasm overtook
my dream body. My eyes were closed but I could hear the girls laughing at
me. I was still shaking and cumming as I heard the girls begin to get up. I
forced myself to open my eyes as one by one the girls filed by me on the
way out of the room. The last one, Betty I think, slapped me on the ass on
the way by. I had no protection from view as the girls opened the hall door
and walked outside. Betty propped the door open with a rubber stopper
sitting on the floor. I was unable to get off my desk for several minutes
but thankfully nobody seemed to notice.

Finally my body calmed down enough for me to peel myself off my desk and
stagger to my office where I sat with the lights off trying to calm
down. It was as if my dreams were teaching me how I was supposed to act
when classes started again. I woke soon after. I was a sweaty mess and
stuck to the sheets. My hands were both wet with pussy juice as were my
thighs. It was obvious that I had cum again during this dream. My body was
living my dreams.

I became distraught over the ferocity of my dreams as much as the
content. This wasn't the way a respected professor should be thinking about
her students. Yet I couldn't deny the pleasure I had been giving
myself. Being both intellectually curious, or so I told myself, and prone
to scientific study, I decided I wanted to test my new dream state. I was
already convinced that my subconscious was controlling whether I
masturbated when I slept. Now I wanted to see if I could give myself cues
as to what I would dream about. The next night before going to bed I made
sure to leave both a dildo and a set of nipple clamps on my nightstand. I
also actively fingered myself until I was good and wet, although not to
climax, before reluctantly shutting my eyes.

I didn't remember my dream that night, but when I woke in the morning I
found the dildo in the bed between my legs. The clamps were apparently
flung across the room at some point, but I could tell by the discoloration
on my nipples that they had been abused. It was clear my pussy also had
more action than just my fingers and the sheets were soaked as usual. Dang
I wish I could remember what happened. I thought of myself tugging on the
nipple chain with one hand while working the dildo with the other and got
myself all hot and bothered again. I couldn't resist taking another turn
with my dildo, although I left off the clamps. I also started thinking
about what else to leave on the nightstand tonight.

During the day I had some shopping to do and was walking around
downtown. Like many small towns, our downtown business district had been
decimated by the big box retailers near the highway. All that remained were
a few specialty shops. I tried to shop here as often as I could for my
coffee and went to a candle and bath shop on occasion. I was picking up a
pound of my favorite gourmet coffee when I spotted a new store. That was
unusual as new stores rarely picked this area. I guess the landlord cut
them a good price on rent.

The shop was called Spyland. I figured maybe it was a comic book store but
it turned out it sold gadgets and surveillance items. I didn't see how it
would ever survive in our small town, but I wanted to take a look so I went
inside. There were all sorts of items straight out of a James Bond
movie. Watches and pens with video or voice recorders and devices which
claimed to determine if your phone was tapped. Most of the stuff I will not
pretend to understand, but I did find one gadget which intrigued me. It
looked like a clock. OK, it was a clock. But it was also a webcam. The face
had an ornate design which hid two lenses, an infrared transmitter and a
motion detector. The clerk explained that whenever the detector sensed
somebody in the room, the camera would record video from the two lenses to
an SD card. One of the lenses was a wide angle and used regular light to
capture the whole room. The second lens worked in the IR spectrum. It was
more focused, but could capture nighttime images. He explained the video
would be green and grainy, but was pretty good if the subject was within 15
feet or so. He said the SD card would record up to two hours of video,
although I could switch it out to a larger capacity if needed. My mind was
swirling with possibilities and I bought the clock without delay. My plan
was to set it up in my bedroom and find out what my body was doing during
my dreams.

The first night I remember my sleep being restless. I had my dildo and a
vibrator on my nightstand and was disappointed to find them still there in
the morning. My sheets were also dry. I guess I couldn't program my dreams
after all. I reviewed the video footage from the SD card. The camera had
been turning on and off all night as I twisted back and forth in bed. The
IR picture was surprisingly good. I had put the clock on my dresser about 8
feet from the bed so the IR transmitter illuminated the bed well even
though the footage was worthless since all it showed was me restlessly
sleeping. That day I determined to make myself horny in preparation for an
erotic dream and masturbated whenever I could take a break in my class
preparations. It was maddening bringing myself to the brink and then
stopping. Every time I would play with myself I thought about whether this
was helping or hurting the chance that I would dream tonight. The scientist
in me said it was helping. The slut in me was crying out for an orgasm. The
intellectual side of my brain won, but if I didn't dream tonight, tomorrow
morning I was going to be getting myself off before I even got out of
bed. Fortunately, my satisfaction was not delayed that long and I
remembered every slutty detail of my dream.

My fantasy submission to my class took on a group mentality. Instead of
just a couple of girls, the entire class was involved. I guess my teasing
myself all day had some benefits. First, the administration had decided to
set certain performance goals for the students and if they didn't perform
well on some stupid test, my career would suffer. As a result, I needed to
find some way to motivate them. Of course Penny was quick to tell the
others that I had been servicing her on a regular basis and suggested that
if they did well on the test I would service them too. The other girls who
didn't know my nasty little secret seemed shocked, but I was thrilled with
her suggestion.  Penny's friends I'd already served showed little
emotion. I guess they already knew of Penny's plan. As we began a test
review, Penny suggested that for each right answer the class gave, I should
remove an article of clothing. I felt my pussy gush at the mere suggestion.

I had dressed very professionally that day. I was wearing a two piece
business suit, a white button down blouse, stockings, a garter belt, a lacy
bra and panties set and high heels. I knew I looked good. I also did a
quick count of how many items of clothing I was wearing. They would have to
get 10 correct answers to get me naked. I could tell by the look on faces
of my class that they were all in favor of this kind of test review and I
quickly agreed to her terms. I stood in front of the class and told them to
put all their books and notes away. I'd play the game but I wouldn't make
it easy.

I asked the first question. It was an easy one and I wanted to see just how
excited my class would become at the thought of stripping me. Every hand,
except one, went up and of course they got it right. I was ordered over to
the girl who had answered. She stood up and helped me remove my suit
jacket. She then placed it neatly on her desk. The second question was not
so easy. In fact it was quite difficult. At first nobody ventured a
guess. I mocked them a bit for struggling. Penny then raised her hand. She
gave a feeble guess. It wasn't even close.

I shot her a look of disappointment and then told the class that if correct
answers got a reward, then incorrect answers should get a
penalty. Everybody but Penny seemed to think that was a good idea. I walked
over to her. She was wearing a sweatshirt. In my fantasy dreams she was
never wearing a bra so when I pulled the sweatshirt up over her head, her
ample breasts flopped into view. She gave me a dirty "you'll pay for this
later" look at having the tables turned on her. I didn't say a
word. Instead I walked over to the door and flipped the deadbolt. I also
pulled down the shade. Things were starting to get interesting.

I tried to pick the most difficult questions I could. As outnumbered as I
was, I knew I would eventually lose, but I wanted to prolong my striptease
as much as possible. A new problem arose, however. The girls simply refused
to attempt an answer unless they were pretty sure they were right. I did
get several additional articles of clothing off them, but my apparel was
disappearing at a much faster rate than theirs was. Soon I was down to my
stockings and heels. My pussy was leaking profusely. I wanted the game to
end and for the class to gang up on me. I was running out of the hardest
questions I could think of and soon Betty took possession of my final
stocking and I was naked. I wondered what would come next.

I looked to Penny for guidance. She said to ask another question. She had
lost the most clothes of any of the students. She had been the only one
willing to test the waters on the toughest questions. In fact she was
sitting in just her panties. When I asked the question, hers was the only
hand to go up. I was confident she would get the answer wrong and join me
in the naked club. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to answer this
question as she would be risking her last piece of clothes. She responded
by saying I'd have to risk something too. She suggested correct answers
would now earn a minute of attention from me for whatever the girl
wanted. She stressed the word whatever. I know I caught the meaning and I'm
sure the rest of the class did to. Of course I agreed and of course she got
the question right.

My "punishment" was to stand next to her desk, facing the class, while she
masturbated me. She also gave a running commentary about how wet I was and
how much I had been enjoying the game. The humiliation I was feeling only
fueled my fire as I began to rut on her hand trying to get off. Sensing my
impending orgasm, she pulled her hand away and then held up her fingers for
everyone to see just how excited I had become. I was sure she had not
finger banged me for the full minute, but I wasn't about to complain. I
just asked another question, confident that her classmates would have more
motivation to attempt an answer.

I moved around the room as the students all of a sudden became
geniuses. Nobody was getting any questions wrong. The first couple of girls
finger fucked me and eventually I had a very squishy orgasm under the
intent gaze of a cute blonde. After that the next correct answer brought an
order to crawl to the victor. On my hands and knees I submissively made my
way to the back of the room where the girl used me as a foot stool. My butt
was pointed up the aisle and I knew the other girls were looking at my
pussy and moist pussy lips. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thigh
as I debased myself to my young tormentor.

I was ordered to sit on my desk and masturbate by one girl. Another had me
stand in front of her while she pinched my nipples. A third had me bend
over and grab my ankles while she spanked me. This seemed to be a turning
point as one by one I had to lay over the laps of most of the girls while
they turned my buttocks bright red. Penny then answered a question
correctly and as I was crawling over to her, I watched as she stood up,
pulled off her panties and spread her pussy lips obscenely. I didn't need
to be told what to do. I buried my tongue in her tasty pink hole rubbing
her clit with my nose. She tasted, as always, wonderful. She also grabbed
the back of my head. When the minute was up, I wasn't going anywhere. The
test review was over.

Five minutes or so later, she came and came hard. Her juices were flowing
as she shook against my face, grinding her pussy against me. When she
finished she pushed me back down. I fell backwards in a heap on the floor,
my face glistening with her happiness.

"OK girls, her tongue is open for business," Penny declared.

I felt Betty grabbing my hair and pulling me into a crawling position as I
was led to another girl who had apparently lost her pants and panties while
Penny was using me. I felt more fingers pushing into my overheated pussy
while I did my best to get the girl off quickly. When one girl was done,
I'd be led to the next. Hands were all over my body. If my nipples were not
being pinched, I was being spanked or finger fucked. I was howling with
pleasure as the hands kept me aroused while I worked to please each
girl. Did I eat everyone in the room? I don't know for sure. I lost track
of how many pussies I ate. I do know that at some point I was pulled back
up to my desk. Betty was lying naked on my desk wearing a big strap-on. I
licked my lips at the thought of finally getting fucked properly. Penny
then came into my view wearing a slightly smaller strap-on. She was also
pouring lube on her cock and stroking it up and down. It was clear what
they had in mind for me.

I didn't need any instruction to climb on my desk and mount Betty. I didn't
need any lube either as I was producing more than enough to slide easily
onto her fake cock. It filled me to my core. I would have been perfectly
happy to give her a good ride and satisfy my lust, but I knew that wasn't
their plan. I gave Betty a couple of good thrusts and then bent over about
30 degrees so I could give Penny a little wiggle. I then bent over as far
as I could. My breasts were mashing against Betty's abundant bosom. Our
nipples were rubbing together and I assume she got the same tingle I
did. What she didn't get was another girl forcing what felt like a baseball
bat up her backside. I know I'd taken bigger dildos up my ass, but not when
my pussy was already so full. Penny wasn't subtle and it was all I could do
not to scream so loud as to draw attention to my classroom.

It took Penny and Betty a few moments to establish a good rhythm, but once
they did, they gave me the fucking of my life. This was well received by
the rest of the class. They cheered their classmates on as they pounded me
relentlessly. I was cumming almost from the start and soon was cumming
almost non-stop. The room was a blur of faces as the girls gathered around
to watch my fucking. I heard moans other than my own telling me some of the
girls were masturbating or fucking each other. The room reeked of female
arousal. If anyone from the administration happened to walk by I'd have
been fired on the spot and maybe arrested. I was sure somebody was using a
cell phone to document my vile behavior and I was sure that would be used
as blackmail material. But I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was
the short moments in-between climaxes as the girls continued to pound my
helpless body. Over and over I came until I was so dehydrated that I
dreamed I passed out. Once I lost consciousness they stopped. Penny pulled
out of my now gaping ass and then rolled me to my side so Betty could pop
her monster out of my abused pussy. They left me in a naked, sweaty heap on
my desk. Once again I had a third person from above view as a couple of the
girls exchanged cell phones to show each other the video they shot while
Betty and Penny removed their cocks and got dressed.

I was still comatose, but my third person self watched as Betty took her
strap-on and forced it into my mouth before laughing and walking out of the
room. Penny grabbed her phone and took one final picture of me sucking the
phallus like a pacifier as I slept. She then left the room door open with
me on display. I woke in a pool of my own juice again. My vibrators
batteries had almost died, but it was still buzzing slightly on the
mattress between my legs. My dildo was resting on my chest just at the edge
of my chin. I felt sore. I felt used. My ass was on fire and my pussy had
obviously been punished. I was out of control. I wondered what the spy
camera caught. I crawled out of bed and grabbed the SD card. I booted my
laptop and slid the evidence into the card reader. There were two files. I
double clicked the one for the IR camera and watched as my night unfolded
in real time. "Oh my God," I thought. "What have I become?" as the images
of what I did began to dance across the screen.