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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age
Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
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by the Lecherous Professor
I am an English professor at a large state university in the Midwest. Over
the years, I have read with great amusement, and frequent contempt,
supposedly true stories from my colleagues who have been successful at
seducing coeds. Most of it was fun, a lot of it was drivel, but very little
of it rang true. Thus I have taken it upon myself to write a comprehensive
manual on the subject, enlivened by some of my own experiences. I hope it
will be of interest to the general public.
Rule #1 - Don't mess with Bambi
"Bambi" is my generic name for the drop-dead knockouts who can be found on
every college campus in the nation. Teach long enough, and you will run into
her or her sisters. She is a "10" on the old beauty rating scale. Although a
professor my enjoy looking at such radiant creatures, nobody who hopes to
hold onto their job should try to put moves on one of these lovelies. Lets
face it friends, if she wouldn't date you when you were in school, what makes
you think things have changed now? Such creatures invariably have
boyfriends, and if they were interested in seeing an older man, they'd
probably be more attracted to some millionaire or powerful politician. Lets
face it, she can have any man she wants. Unless she makes it unmistakably
clear that she wants you urgently, leave her alone. Also beware the kind that
likes to flirt. She may want your attention, but is unlikely to want your
cock.
Rule #2 - If you're not absolutely certain, back off
Elaborating on the last idea, never mess with any female student unless you
are completely satisfied that she thinks its a good idea. When in doubt,
wait! A proper seduction takes time. No woman is going to fall for a "hot
pitch." They get nervous when they feel crowded. Take your time. Work on the
relationship. When the time comes, let HER seduce YOU.
Rule #3 - Stay away from women in academic difficulty
How many times have we read a story where some bozo puts the moves on some
coed who says she "will do anything to pass this course." Face it, students
lie, or at least they exaggerate. Oh yes, some will bat their eyes and even
try a come-on. Be wary. It may be a simple attempt to manipulate you without
any commitment to sexual satisfaction. Some women will cock-tease to get a
grade, but have no intention of going to bed. This happened to me with
Charlotte. She came on to me in a big way when she was in academic trouble.
She made it clear that she'd be willing to put out for a grade. I passed her
and we made a date. She never showed up. She refused to answer my calls. I
let her go, a sadder but wiser man. On the other hand, my most satisfying
sexual experience came with a beautiful blonde named Cindy. She stayed after
class one day to talk to me. She needed to pass the class to graduate. I
joked with her for a while as I felt her out emotionally. She was willing.
That night she met me after my last class.
We kissed--Lord it was awesome! She was 5'9" tall, 38D (honest!) and horny
as hell. She said I was the kind of man she'd date under other circumstances.
Under the circumstances then obtaining, we had incredible hot sex. I reached
under her pretty sweater and began caressing her breasts through her bra.
She reached behind her back and undid the clasp, explaining that no one made
front-closing bras in her size. I did not object. I pulled her sweater up and
stuck my head under to suck her breasts. At the same time I reached around
her back to stroke her backside and legs. She was wearing a long skirt. After
a while, I reached under her skirt and lifted it up. I fell on my knees
between her legs, pulled her panties aside and licked her cunt for twenty
minutes. She came at least twice. When it came her time to reciprocate, she
took me outside and we sat in her pickup truck. She sucked me off as I stuck
a finger up her asshole. She liked that a lot. Take note: Cindy was the
exception that proved the rule. Nothing like that has ever happened again.
Rule #4 - All women talk
Coeds live in a communal environment with classmates, roommates and friends.
Their favorite thing to do is to talk to each other. Normally, faculty
members are low on their list of conversational priorities--unless one does
something to attract unwelcome attention. If you put a move on a student, she
will tell people and they will tell other people. Sooner or later someone
will tell the administration. If that happens you are dead. Nothing will
terminate a promising academic career than accusations of sexual harassment.
In the current climate such accusations, even false or exaggerated ones, are
absolutely fatal. And forget tenure! Even a tenured full professor can, and
will, be fired with lightning speed. The charge is "moral turpitude" and it
trumps tenure: you are gone. One mistake is all it takes; there is no margin
for error.
Rule #5 - Give "mom" a second glance
In my humble opinion, the absolute best prospect for happy relations come
from chasing returning adult female students. Young women have an exaggerated
opinion of themselves. A few years in the real world mellows them
considerably. Women in their thirties are spunky, often pretty, and utterly
realistic. Many are returning to school to get a better job after failed
marriages. Divorcees are the best! So are the ladies who have been married
"for a thousand years." The spark has gone out of their love lives. Whether
they know it or not, many are on the prowl for romance and adventure.
Older women are infinitely more interesting to talk to, more sophisticated,
and overtly sexual than their younger sisters. They are comfortable with
themselves, and more tolerant, than Bambi. They love attention, all women do,
but they are not threatened by playful patter and double entendre. Moreover,
they do not usually live on campus and are unlikely to run around telling
tales out of school. Unless your approach is abnormally inept, such women are
unlikely to complain to authorities. If they're not interested, they'll
communicate that very quickly. Likewise, if they want you, they will NOT be
shy about it.
My favorite woman in her thirties returning to school was Debbie. She was
tall and thin. It turns out she was a runner and in superb physical
condition. She took three of my classes one semester after another. She was
bright and lively and wrote great, thoughtful essays. I was attracted to her
mind before I became obsessed with her body. She used to stay after class and
talk to me. She was divorced, had a ten year old at home, and mentioned she
was not dating. I got her address, surreptitiously, and sent her a
Valentine's Day card from "her secret admirer." The next time I saw her, she
was more friendly and animated than ever. She'd figured out the card was from
me because I'd used the word "assignation." None or her friends knew what
that meant, indeed she'd had to look it up herself in the dictionary. She
liked the idea, and over the next few weeks, teased the truth out of me by
letting me know that she was not adverse.
After a particularly long and frisky chat one day toward the end of the
semester I made my move. I moved toward her slowly and reached out for her.
She pulled me close and kissed me with incredible passion. We kissed and
caressed with growing frenzy. Finally she said, "We can't do this here." I
said OK how about out on the lawn. She gaped at me in utter amazement and
asked if I was kidding. I explained that it was late and everybody had gone
home for the day. I led her outside, and lo and behold, everybody was gone. I
led her behind a tree next to the building where I work and made her get
down on all fours. I pulled down her slacks and panties and fingered her
vagina. She was soaked. I unzipped my fly, pulled out my raging hard-on, and
began pounding her senseless. The danger of discovery added infinitely to the
urgency of our lovemaking. It was the hottest sex I've ever had. She talked
about it for years afterward. Eventually, she graduated, got a job and moved
on. I still call her now and then to see how she's doing.
I met Joy while I was romancing Debbie, and once again a slow seduction
ensued. Joy was 5'2" tall, very pretty heart-shaped face (and fanny!) and
weighed 110 lbs. She was fun to talk to and we hit it off right away. She was
very married and had children ages 3, 9 and 11. I found it difficult to talk
to her because she was so stunning. She took three classes with me over
three years. It never occurred to me that she found me attractive. We were
friends and I enjoyed her company. Little did I know that she was as obsessed
with me as I was with her. I began to realize that something was going on
when she started showing up at "chance" meetings with me in the hallway the
semester after our last class together.
For a while I thought nothing of it. No way this lovely creature was
interested in me. But when she audited a summer class she'd already taken
with me, I knew something was up. I just didn't know what. As the semester
drew to a close, she asked to speak to me privately. By then I had an inkling
that my fantasy girl had something in mind--could it be? I took her into the
teachers' room, which was deserted, and she spilled her guts. Turns out
she'd been smitten from the first time she'd laid eyes on me. You could have
knocked me over with a feather. She explained that we could never be
intimate. I shook my head and replied, "Oh yes we will."
The next six months I worked assiduously to get into her pants. We started
meeting each other for little rendezvous. We started by kissing and ever so
gradually over the course of weeks moved to petting. Our favorite place was
the park outside town. It was almost always deserted. Over the weeks I began
getting bolder and bolder. Her resistance was weakening. She always said, "I
can't." But I knew she would, and eventually she did. First she would allow
me to touch her under her clothes. Then one week I got her shirt off and
sucked her beautiful nipples.
Before long (2 or 3 weeks), she was letting me reach into her jeans and
stroke her pussy through her panties. I loved sending her home reeking of
sex. In time, I began to take out my cock and make her satisfy me with her
hands. She gave great hand jobs. Then one time she leaned over and engulfed
my manhood with her mouth. She looked delightful with her lovely face wrapped
around my rigid cock.
The defining moment of the transition from her "never" to my always was the
time I stood her up outside her BMW. I pulled her shirt up to her neck,
opened her bra, and pulled her slacks and panties down to her knees. Then I
pulled out my dick and started rubbing it between her legs, making her fluids
flow down her tan legs. From then on she denied me nothing. Every time we
got together I made her remove every stitch of clothing. She "hated"
that--she was justly afraid of being caught, but she always did it. I loved
lying on my back in her big, expensive car and making her climb on top of me.
"What if someone comes along?" she'd ask nervously. I replied that they
would see her fucking me while she played with herself. She always
masturbated when she was on top of me--for her amusement and mine. In time
we were unable to see each other very often because of her work and family
responsibilities.
In that same summer course that Joy audited was Lisa. Lisa was older, 40-45.
She had a child in college and had returned to get her own degree at the same
time. Lisa was full, ripe and lush. She had red hair (my weakness), a good
tan, big bust and pretty legs. She was not a knock-out, but she compensated
by being very eager. I did not pursue her until I thought my relationship
with Joy was over (as I had not pursued Joy until long after Debby was gone.)
I had her daughter in my class, and Lisa started showing up afterward to
talk to me. I knew instantly that she was hooked (absolute converse of what
happened with Joy.) I sent her a secret admirer note, and once again it
worked like a charm. Within two weeks, we were kissing in a darkened class
room and sneaking off to secret lunches.
Lisa had the firmest breasts that I have ever seen on a woman, totally
inexplicable considering her age. I know for a fact that they were not
silicone. She loved having me suck her long distended nipples. However, we
had a problem getting more intimate. She did not want to get naked on school
property and thus would not remove her shirt, pants or shoes. This made
penetrating her virtually impossible. Several times I offered to cancel
classes and take her to a motel, but she demurred. She liked the spontaneity,
and the danger, of fooling around in the class room. The only time I ever
penetrated her successfully I tore a hole in the crotch of her pants, pulled
her panties aside, and shoved my cock into her as she rode on top facing me.
She didn't like sucking cock, so her long-term prospects with me were
limited. I love eating pussy, and she let me do it often, but she was
reluctant to reciprocate. What finally killed it was when I realize she was
angling for "an Mrs. degree." She was divorced and was looking for a husband.
I wanted to screw, but there was no way I was going to commit to her for
life.
I'd just quit seeing Lisa, when Joy came back into my life. What a close run
thing! I had no intention of trying to satisfy two women at once. And I knew
both were sufficiently jealous that they'd never go along with a "French
solution" (menage a trois). I've been seeing Joy every week for the last few
years. So far her husband has not caught on. She says she'd never leave him,
but I wonder. Isn't she the one who said she'd never have sex with me. I'll
just bide my time for now.