1. My Sins


    Date: 1/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Rape, Author: randie, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    The first half of this story happens when Mary, the orphan is under the age of 18. She was left at the orphanage with her brother when she was 12. She has grown up here and her brother was taken away shortly after they arrived and sent to a farming orphanage. It has now been six years and the time is 1948. 1 Corinthians 13:13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. I dont know that I have ever felt love. Some say that the feelings a mother has for her child is not love but an instintual feeling bred into us so the mother protects the child ensuring the continuation of the species. I believe for some reason I had that with Buddy. Even tho I wasnt the one that gave birth to him. And they say the lust that drives a man that they often confuse for love is only to ensure that they spread their seed. As evident in the fact that they fall out of love so quickly. I know that I was having feelings for Father Paul but they seemed to be more physical then anything. Physical as in, I got light headed, a tad dizzy, my palms sweated and my chest tightened and I could feel my pulse speed up every time I thought of him. And I thought of him often. Constantly. So if I was feeling any love for Father Paul it was a new a unknown experience. One I didn’t even recognize as love. If there is even such a thing. But one thing I did know. I would do anything Father Paul asked. Willingly. I had overheard the Deacon talking to one of the Sisters about the ...
    possibility of Father Paul being appointed as monsignor. I was so excited for him. Of all the men of the cloth I knew, Father Paul deserved it more than any. He was such a devoted man. He would be a good choice for that. It was well into the summer, hot and sultry outside, and my sessions with Father Paul had begun to have some real effects on my self esteem. His attention to me and my issues had brought me along quite well. Often, while I would tell Father about my sins during a session he would sit next to me and hold my hand for support. Our thighs touching as we sat close. I could always smell his scent. It sent my heart racing. After one very emotional session where I just broke down sobbing from deep within me, Father Paul had reached over and put his arm around me drawing me into him. Comforting me. He just held me and rocked me, one hand stroking the back of my hair. His head bent and resting on mine. I could feel his breath on my face. I opened my eyes, my sobbing over and my head still bowed I noticed that I could see a faint outline of his member. I don’t know what came over me but all the sudden I looked up and was face to face with Father Paul. His hand on the back of my head stopped stroking and started gently pushing me towards him until our lips met. He tasted even better than I had ever imagined. I had never tasted such a sweet and sultry kiss. It sent explosive electric shocks through my entire body. My breath sucked right out of me and i was left spinning like ...
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