1. My Sins


    Date: 3/7/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Rape, Author: randie, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    harder and harder. Getting close to orgasm, and just as I started to cum the door to the shed was pulled open the nail used to secure it falling to the ground. There stood Father Paul. I can only immagine how he felt to find me there with another mans cum running out of my gaping hole. My legs spread for all I was worth and Buddys hand stuffing me. As always I could read his face like a page in a book. After the innitial shock of what he was seeing hit him his face fell with disappointment. Hurt was writted on every one of his features. I realized how much I had just hurt him. I had no idea how much he cared till that moment. I expected him to scream at me, to tell me what a whore I was, that I was a no good slut. I waited for his wrath. But it didnt come. He just looked at me, confused, and asked " why?" then turned and walked away . I quickly hoped off the box and started to gather my clothes. " Since when are you doing the Priest?" "Well ya know Buddy you just cant come in here like I am waiting in a bubble for you. I deserve a life and I am not here for just you ya know" "I know Mary, thats why I am here to take you with me. I have a chance to get out in the real world and start making a living. I can take you away from here. Please come with me. Please let me." "oh Buddy I cant make that decision now. You cant just come here out of the blue and expect an answer right away. I love you and i think of you every day. But i have to go take care of this. Fathers doesnt know ...
    who you are. " With that I finished adjusting my clothes and headed out to find Father. " Mary, I will be back for you in two days. I want you to come with me!" Ecclesiastes 7:17 Be not overly wicked, neither be a fool. Why should you die before your time? I ran to find Father. I needed to explain. He would understand when he found out who Buddy was. He would know it had nothing to do with me not loving him. It was early enough in the day that there were people walking around everywhere. I hoped to find him in his quarters and headed straight there. Sure enough that is where I found him, hunched over in one of the chairs in the outer office. His head in his hands, his fingers tangeled in his silver curles. When I entered the room he raised his head slowly. His face was wet and his eyes red. I went to him and dropped to my knees in front of him, grabbing both his hands in mine begging his forgiveness. "I'm so very sorry Father, " "Do you love him?" "Why yes Father, he is my brother and I love him as a brother" Even though I could still see the hurt in his eyes I noticed a slight sign of relief in his face. " Father he is not someone you will loose me to" His embrace was all I needed to know that it would be ok . I slept fitfully, feeling some of the old guilt from my early child hood as it pertained to Buddy. I knew by the way he took me that he still needed me. I was trying to think of how to tell him when he returned. I also needed to be with Father Paul. It bothered me that I ...
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