In almost thirty years of teaching, I have been propositioned three times by students. While I did turn them all down, it has become more and more difficult each time.Last year, my final one as a teacher, I almost gave in to the temptations offered by one of my pupils. Ultimately, I turned her down, but I have since wondered what would have happened if I had given in.It might have turned out like this.The bell rang, signa...

My wife, the high powered corporate attorney, had to go to New York City for the better part of a month, leaving me home with our three year old son. Since she is the major bread winner in the household, I couldn’t very well tell her, not to go, so we arranged for a neighbor’s daughter to stay at our place and watch junior while I was at work.Her name was Skye. Her parents had told us she needed a summer job to pay for he...

It was a Friday night, and I, like my students, had decided to celebrate Spring Break. I'd had a little too much to drink earlier in the evening, went to bed, and was in the middle of a vivid and erotic dream involving my graduate assistant, when it was interrupted by loud knocking. I stumbled to the front door, my pants still tented from my dream. I opened the door, only to be confronted by my seventeen year old step-dau...

I received a call late last night from the convent on the other side of the church, something about a plumbing problem. Could I come over and fix it? I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who led me downstairs to the basement. Katherine led me trough the cellar door, only to be confronted by a bright red curtain. Katherine leaned up and kissed me as her hand caressed my cassock covered cock and pulled the curtain asi...

Now that Sister Katherine and I had mated several times, Magdalene had informed me that her work here was done. Since I had now accepted and embraced physical pleasure as an important part of my life, She felt compelled to seek out others and leave me to explore the depths of my feelings.Last night, I received a phone call from the convent on the other side of the church. Apparently there were some plumbing issues and, si...

It has been over a month since the young slut named Magdalene entered my confessional, changing my life forever. I have become addicted to the scent and taste of her sex. When she appears, all I want to do is please her, knowing that my reward will be a glorious orgasm, in her mouth, on her breasts, or in her pussy. Feeling her warmth and wetness as I explode inside her luscious body. I look forward every Saturday to our...

It was Saturday afternoon, and I was hearing confessions as always. And as always, there hadn't been much traffic. I'd had a lot of time to think, to reflect on last weeks happenings. How did I let myself be drawn into having sex with a parishioner? Could I face this woman again, and be stronger this time? I looked at my watch: a quarter to five, I'll be closing up and going to dinner soon. Perhaps last week was an aberra...

All of my life, except for the first eight years, has been devoted to serving 'holy mother church' starting as an altar boy and progressing through the ranks until I took my vows. I was very sheltered as a child, and was guided in this path by my very Irish, very Catholic, parents. I attended all boys schools, and, as a result, I became somewhat awkward in the presence of women. Don't get me wrong! I know that they are di...

After our night of wild sex, I curled up behind Claire, my limp prick nesting between her warm ass cheeks, my hand cupping her breast. Exhausted from our efforts we fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed of what we had done. The slow sensual seduction ending in multiple orgasms for her, followed by the animalistic, hard, fast, urgent sex that sent us both over the edge, resulting in emotional and physical exhaustion. Then ther...

 “Clarissa, this is Michael O’Dell, your father.”I don’t know who was more astounded, she or I.“But, mother, he can’t be over 40,” Clarissa declared.“By my count, 36. Am I correct?” Claire said.Still dumbstruck, I just nodded, the awkwardness of the moment leaving me mute.I finally ended the awkward silence, by asking Claire, “Why didn’t you tell me?”“It was the times, Michael,” Claire answered, “and the situation. If I a...

Claire: Part 1. My First Time By A.GreyFoxxx I walked up to the door of this pleasant looking ranch house, in a nice neighborhood. I pushed the button, and , as I heard the chime from inside, my mind drifted back nineteen years, to when I was in high school. After a lackluster, uneventful (and sexless) career as a public school student, my parents, in their infinite wisdom, packed me off to a year of post-graduate study a...