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At this point I should mention that since meeting my husband, his lovemaking skills had turned me into a bit of a nymphomaniac.We'd make love for hours on end and I would always climax multiple times.He seemed to know what I wanted and was very happy to give it to me. I could afford a regular weekend visit to my hunting ground. I found a basic motel near town which was fairly inexpensive and clean enough. The first thing I'd do in the room is strip off my conservative teaching clothes and lie on the bed until I could give myself a good orgasm. Competition was tough against the sleazy 20 something girls and in the jungle and survival of the fittest ruled.I would then shower and begin the process of reinventing myself for the hunt. Depending on which area I was hunting this trip I might be dressed in a sexy cocktail dress (always split up the side showing a lot of leg and plenty of cleavage), stockings and high heels.They were never disappointed and I'd use every trick in my arsenal to keep them going all night until I finally collapsed in satisfaction. Sometimes I'd head home and other times I'd spend the day in Boston until I could repeat the hunt again that night, although sometimes an afternoon hunt was also on the agenda.In a way I was thankful that I taught at an all girls college because I don't know if I could have survived this period of my life surrounded by available college boys.I was still conflicted because in my mind a "good" girl doesn't spread for a boy within an hour of meeting him.

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I was a freshman in college when I met him and we fell madly in love.

It was this experience which apparently struck a chord with my first conquest. Colleges and universities stocked with athletic and willing young men to keep my pussy and ego happy.

I simply walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes. Fortunately my husband's life insurance was enough to pay off our mortgage and my salary kept me living comfortably in the upper middle class. By the end of my transformation I would be dressed to kill.

I'd never realized how much I needed sex until I wasn't getting it any more.

As part of my grieving process I'd pledged never to be with another man, but after a year of frustration using my fingers, my willpower of remain true to my departed husband was at its lowest point when I finally succumb to temptation.All of the characters are completely fictitious, except for the ones based on real people that I know. Everyone is over 18 years of age and are not breaking any laws, except for some backward ass (pun intended) sodomy laws and some indecent exposure ones. I do try to work readers ideas into my stories so if there is some activity, fetish or nasty idea you would like added, let me know. Tamed Cougar - The Professor Gets an Education By Tappy Mc Widestance This story begins last May, although in reality, it goes back 20 years. I'm not going to give you my last name to protect the innocent, the not so innocent and the very satisfied. I am a tenured professor at Mount Holyoke in South Hadley, Ma.

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