The day they called me a saint was the day i decided to sin.
It all continued from the provocation of my father. The man everybody saw as the esteemed pope.The pope of all popes.
He had another child. A son i was love with. I know we were siblings but at least we were not produced from the same vagina. He's name was Collins, he was tall,brody,manly yet very cute at the same time. He took my virginity. But he didn't take it all. I shared it... I shared it between the 10 other popes sons i was in love with.
It was a sunday afternoon, just after mass... My hands were trembling as he placed he's cock in front of my head and told me to suck it. He pressed he's big carton size palm on my head... To control my speed and duration, i knew that but i didn't know what to do. I whispered under my breath i" don't know what to do sir". He looked down at me and whispered "what?" I raised my voice higher this time" i don't know what to do sir".
He laughed, very softly at first and then a little loudly. I felt very embarrassed... He saw my cheeks flutter then he quickly held my face in he's palm and said" oh baby girl stop that, don't feel ashamed, I'll teach you. He's voice became thick and manly and he said very softly, soft enough to make a woman loose her guard. " You're gonna calm down and listen to me and I'll direct you step by step okay,?"... He didn't wait for me to answer "Open your mouth very widely and use your hand to direct my cock in" i obeyed... He smiled as he held my head again and all of a sudden i got the hang of it... I kept going and going and going, i stopped at intervals to lick the tip of he's head and lick the body if he's penis then I'd go again... I kept doing that until i felt a burst of salty fluid, warm and tasteless in my mouth.