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Author: User Error
Title: Servants of a New Church: Part 1
Summary: Changes at the church result in some strange occurrences at the
local church.

   Story codes: m+F, mf, reluc Keywords: Altar boys, nun, priest, church,
wine Comments or questions: masterusererror@gmail.com

  
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   Harry and Chris were nearly done with their chores for the afternoon,
and with each task completed they grew more impatient with the next. 
Chris' footsteps echoed in the church as he swept out the pews and the
aisles in anticipation of tomorrow's service, while Harry carefully
measured out the sacramental wine into the decanters in the preparation
room at the back of the building.  Both were dressed in regular street
clothes, as the ceremonial white robes were saved for the Sunday service
exclusively; Harry's nondescript tee shirt and jeans contrasting sharply
with Chris' decidedly more formal khakis and polo shirt.

   Chris tended to his work carefully; he'd yet to be reprimanded for
failing in any of his duties as an alter boy and felt no need to break his
perfect record today, even if deep down he longed to be outside in the
sunshine on this particularly glorious Saturday afternoon.

   Meanwhile Harry uncorked yet another bottle of wine to pour into the
decanter.  One of the deacons must have messed up the supply order last
week since these bottles bore no resemblance to the regular bottles they'd
used for the two years he'd been an alter boy, but he didn't dare to sample
any of the stuff as Sister Rita kneeled in the church, only a few pews away
from where he worked.  She'd caught him once before with a handful of the
thin wafers that accompany the wine during communion, and the thought of
the punishment suffered made his knuckles ache from the memory.  Though her
back was turned as she knelt in prayer he knew she was listening intently
for any unexpected sounds, and that she'd turn on him in an instant given
the chance.

   At last Chris scooped the last of the debris he'd gathered into the
large dustpan and carried it back to the prep room with the broom.  Along
the way he passed Sister Rita but paid her little attention as she clutched
at her rosary with one hand while the other was held around her waist as
she rocked back and forth in rhythm with her mumbled prayers.  Entering the
prep room he dumped the pan into the trash and stowed the tools onto their
hooks.  On the other side of the room Harry uncorked the final bottle from
the crate and topped off the decanter before inserting the glass plug in
the top to keep it from spoiling overnight.

   Chris paced over to the table, held up the bottle, and examined the
label.  He'd never seen this type before either, something called
"Transcendental Red," it looked inexpensive but the lingering scent was
pleasant enough.  The liquid inside still filled nearly three-quarters of
the bottle, and as he watched Harry made a move to replace the cork in the
neck.  Suddenly they both jerked their heads to the doorway as the sound of
shuffling feet indicated the exit of Sister Rita from the church.  Turning
back to the table, Harry dropped the cork from his hand and in one swift
motion he lifted the mouth of the bottle to his lips and took a swig.

   "What are you doing!?" hissed Chris, "Do you want to get us both in
trouble?"

   Harry grinned, "You should try it, it beats the hell out of the old
stuff.  You can smell it from the other side of the room and it tastes even
better." Again he took a long draw off of the bottle, then set it down on
the table and slid it across to Chris.

   Chris stared at the bottle for a moment and then at Harry.  The other
teen was leaning against the wall looking back at him.  His heart beat
loudly in his chest, and even though his mind begged him to remain calm his
blood ran hot in his veins.  Neither of the two teens had entered into
service as altar boys entirely willingly, though Chris had protested to his
family far less than Harry had.  Throughout their time spent tending to the
church he'd always been stuck with pulling more weight than Harry for, even
though the priest, the deacons, and the nuns all knew he was the more
reliable and dependable they were both punished equally for Harry's
misdeeds.  Chris' father had told him this experience would build
character, but now as he stared across the top of the bottle at Harry he
could hardly conceal his rage for his slacker counterpart.

   And yet as he moved forward he knew as always that he wasn't a fighter,
he'd never raised his fists against anyone else in anger.  Instead he too
grabbed the bottle and lifted it to his lips and gulped down a sizable
quantity of the wine.  As he set the bottle back down he saw there remained
only a little fluid left in the bottom of the bottle.  In his throat a warm
sensation began to spread outwards, and despite his anger he smiled giddily
and steadied himself against the wall.  He'd never drank with such speed or
in that quantity before, but he didn't think it was supposed to take effect
that quickly.

   Harry smiled back and quickly guzzled the rest of the contents of the
bottle before chucking it into the wastebin.  As he did so a stifled gasp
caught their attention, and they turned in unison to see Sister Rita
staring at them in disbelief.

   Chris' jaw worked up and down as he tried to find words to meet the
oncoming repercussions for their actions, but he was too slow.  With firm
hands the nun gripped them both by the arms and led them into the church
office where she practically tossed them into a pair of chairs before the
great wooden desk in the center of the room.  Behind them both boys heard
the click of the bolt on the door and knew they wouldn't be leaving before
their penance was paid out to the vengeful sister.

   Sister Rita was one of the few nuns still committed to wearing a
traditional habit in her service to the Lord.  The flowing black fabric was
unbroken until it reached her face, where a halo of white surrounded her
hardened face.  Piercing eyes glowered down at them as she swept behind the
desk and took a seat in the old wooden chair behind it.  The dark office
accentuated her features; a face which were it not attached to an
authoritarian nun would have been quite attractive, a body concealed by the
unflattering habit that still gave off hints of feminine curves beneath. 
But mostly the dim light from the windows and lights of the office gave the
impression of a humorless woman engrossed in the elevation of her beliefs
beyond reproach.

   It was this person who now commenced a barrage of verbal abuse against
their character.  "Have you any idea the meaning of your actions in there?
The sacramental wine represents one of the most sacred traditions in all of
Christianity," and so on.  Throughout the berating the boys responded when
called upon in whatever way they felt would result in their release as soon
as possible.

   For his part Harry too felt the spreading warmth that had immediately
affected Chris in the prep room.  As Sister Rita bellowed at them he found
himself increasingly unable to focus on the task of calming the livid nun
down.  In his stomach the wine churned and gurgled, while the heat began to
pool in his loins.  Sweat beaded on his forehead and he glanced up to see
if anyone else was suffering from the warmth.  Chris shifted uncomfortably
next to him but seemed alright, while Sister Rita was lost in her speech
about the value of self-control and pride.  Looking back down he was
shocked to discover that his pants were tenting outwards around the crotch.
He hadn't even realized it with everything else going on but his cock was
now rigid in his jeans, and was pushing against the fabric with more force
every second it seemed.  As he stared downwards he heard a soft pop, and
then another, and another.  The seam of his trouser's was ripping apart as
his pants seemed incapable now of containing his erection.  He never knew
he could get this hard, but there couldn't possibly be a worse time for
this new discovery.

   Sister Rita continued her talk to the two boys.  Her frame shook with
anger at the crime they had committed.  The gall, the impunity of the whole
act, how dare they engage in such activities?  As she shouted, she noticed
Harry moving to conceal something in his lap.  How dare he, first to drink
the wine and now to hide something else from her?  She stood up and paced
angrily around the desk.  Reaching down she grabbed his arms and twisted
them away from his lap.  Looking him in the eyes she sensed his terror and
knew she had Harry right where she needed him.  "What were you hiding boy?"

   Harry could only shake his head and stutter, but it was no use.  The
popping noise coming from the splitting seam sped up, and they both looked
down together in time to see his pants lose the battle against the surging
cock trapped underneath.

   As the nun watched Harry's jeans tore open and a fleshy length flew out.
Harry moaned in horror and relief as he witnessed her face turn from livid
to confused while his cock at last benefited from the freedom of the open
air.  To his right Chris stared in disbelief, unsure if he should believe
his eyes or if Harry had spiked the wine with hallucinogens.  Harry's prick
stood at attention, pointing right at Sister Rita's chin.  Twelve inches
long if it was an inch, the member twitched and throbbed as Harry panted
and stammered some more.

   For her part Sister Rita was for the first time in fifteen minutes
completely speechless.  In school she had learned the basics of human
anatomy, and as a child she had caught a few glimpses of her brother's
penis as they grew up in close quarters; yet this was the first time she
found herself this close to a cock, and never before had she seen one in
such a state of arousal.  A delicious scent struck her nose, musky yet
sweet and instantly addictive.  In spite of herself she found her tongue
running over her lips as she sunk to her knees before the teenager.

   Harry watched Sister Rita as she kneeled before him.  For a long moment
she did nothing but breathe heavily through her nose and blink deliberately
at the cock that sat level with her head.  At last she seemed to reach a
decision, and without a word she reached forward with both hands trembling.
With her left she wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick, her
fingers nowhere near long enough to meet on the other side, and began to
stroke up and down his length with agonizing slowness.  With her right hand
Sister Rita groped the head of his cock, playing about the tip and rubbing
the glans lovingly as she explored every inch of his love muscle.  As she
worked him Harry began to buck his hips in the chair back and forth,
gripping the armrests for support.

   Chris wanted to turn away from the spectacle of Sister Rita giving the
altar boy a hand job here in the church office but his eyes were locked on
the pair.  The warmth from the wine had spread now to his loins as well,
though he had the sense to go ahead and release his cock into the open air
before it ruined his pants.  He couldn't believe how huge Harry's dick was,
but as his own member leapt forth from its khaki prison he was astounded to
find it had grown no less than five inches since that morning, now
streching more than a foot from his crotch and with a girth to match. 
Precum dribbled from the tip of his prick down his length, and he used this
to lubricate his own strokes along his member while he watched the other
two.

   He could hardly contain himself now.  Sister Rita's fingers felt so good
on his shaft, and though he was sure she had no experience in this work
until now she was managing to drive him crazy with her teasing of the head
of his cock.  Harry removed one hand from the arm of the chair and gently
reached out to fondle the back of the nun's head.  Gently but firmly he
drew her head to his prick, hoping she would know what to do.  He could
feel the heat of her breath against the tip of his penis and knew she would
have to do the rest on her own.  He held her head steady in his hand and
waited.

   When she inhaled through her mouth Sister Rita could taste Harry's
glistening cock on her tongue.  Still though she resisted, knowing this
would likely prove to be the last glimmer of resistance she could offer. 
No less than five years prior she had given her life to the service of God,
and now she found herself in His house bedeviled by these two young men,
sinners in the eyes of the Lord.  As she stared down the foot long prick in
front of her face she failed to notice that Chris had stood up from his
position in the adjacent chair.

   Chris' cock bobbed up and down in front of him as he walked behind the
kneeling nun.  His actions seemed almost robotic, his mind taking a
backseat while instinct guided him as he leaned down and lifted Sister Rita
to a bent-over standing position.  In front of the nun Harry stood up as
well to better accommodate the woman and permit her to continue working his
cock.  While she stroked him and resisted the urge to wrap her lips around
Harry's member Sister Rita experienced a new sensation.  As Chris pulled
her up she pushed backwards against his groin; both of his hands rubbed her
ass sensually and he slowly pulled her habit up to expose her shapely legs
and then her firm, round buttocks.  She shuddered at the rush of cool air
against her skin and gripped Harry's cock firmly, the sensation resulting
in a jet of precum splattering against her palm as she worked him up and
down.

   At last Chris slid his fingers under the hem of her underpants and
dropped them to her ankles, where she deftly stepped out of them and spread
her legs wide for him.  As he pressed the head of his cock to her gaping
pussy she leaned forwards.  Before her Harry waited for the nun to take his
prick into her mouth, while behind her Chris rubbed the head of his member
against her soft folds while fluid began to drip from her cunt.  With each
push of Chris' cock she leaned a little further forwards, resisting the
urge to push back and let him bury his shaft into her, while in front of
her every inch brought her mouth closer to the tip of the beautiful cock
she held in her hands.

   Chris held back for as long as he could.  He'd been raised to respect
the people and institutions of the church, and held a healthy level of fear
for nuns in particular.  But nothing could have prepared him for the events
of this afternoon.  He could smell Sister Rita's pussy as he rubbed against
it, and only her trepidation kept him from plunging into her with full
force.  Several tense minutes passed, until with one fateful move Sister
Rita lost her footing for only a second.  Chris took this as an invitation
and, clutching her ass with both hands, drove his cock into her until he
bottomed out at her cervix.  Sister Rita's jaw dropped in shock at the
phenomenal sensation, and in the same instant Harry pushed as much of his
length as possible into her mouth.

   The taste of cock and precum flooded the nun's tongue and she instantly
reciprocated to both of the young men, pushing back against Chris' crotch
while she devoted herself to sucking and licking as much of Harry's member
as possible while she cradled his balls in her hands and continued to
stroke the base of his cock.

   Both boys worked together, pushing and pulling Sister Rita back and
forth on their cocks as they alternately pumped in and out of her mouth and
slit.  Harry moaned passionately and grasped the back of her head; the nun
gasped slightly and drew his prick all the into her mouth till the head hit
the back of her throat.  His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she gargled
softly and a jet of precum streaked into her esophagus and she swallowed
eagerly while she locked her lips tightly around his shaft.

   On the other side of the tryst Chris gripped her ass and squeezed her
cheeks tightly as he pulled her onto his length again and again, while with
every thrust she pulled away again, her mind resisting what every nerve
ending in her body told her she needed.  The walls of her cunt ached with
pleasure and each time his cock plunged into her she resisted less and
less. She hardly noticed when one of his hands maneuvered under her until
his fingers reached her pussy and started to toy with her clit.  A new wave
of pleasure washed over her and for an instant she pushed back into Chris'
thrust.  He continued to rub her, while his other hand found a new target.
His thumb centered over her anus, and for a few moments he circled the
perimeter; then without hesitation he slid his thumb into her hole and
buried it up to the palm of his hand.  He felt her insides gingerly before
he popped his thumb out and substituted his forefinger.

   Sister Rita grunted and shut her eyes determinedly.  The scent of
Harry's sex and the salty taste of his cock assaulted her senses.  Her
thoughts came in broken fragments--flashes of failing logic that told her
to stop, stand up, and leave giving way to blind acceptance of the pleasure
she felt now that far exceeded any she had known in her life.  As Chris
slid another another finger into her anus all resistance with her at last
fell, and she pushed back against him until her cunt took in every inch of
his cock and his balls slapped against her thighs.  Sister Rita shook in
delight as each thrust from her two lovers brought her closer to orgasm
when, as she was on the verge of cumming hot streams of semen began to
erupt from Harry's cock.  The fifteen year-old's hands clenched around the
back of her head as his balls tensed again and again in her hands.  Her
brain registered surprise as she found his seed tasted of wine--fruity and
lush, yet thick and sticky as it filled her mouth.

   Harry didn't understand how he could be pumping out so much into the
nun's mouth.  Though he couldn't see how much of his juices were pouring
out of him he could feel the action of her throat as she struggled to gulp
down everything that he was giving her.  After a few minutes of cumming she
could swallow no more, but she kept her mouth on his member, licking away
as the white liquid now gushed out around her mouth and spilled over his
shaft, balls, legs, and the floor beneath them.

   Chris watched as Harry came.  He knew what was happening to the other
altar boy by the look on his face--intermittently elated, confused,
bewildered, and ecstatic.  Harry lost focus on the world around him, and
Chris' balls twitched in anticipation of what he knew awaited him.  He
bucked his hips furiously against Sister Rita's backside, while underneath
he continued to work at her clit feverishly.  He now had all four fingers
of his other hand lodged in her asshole, and was working his palm inside of
her when he felt it happen.

   Sister Rita let out a series of high-pitched squeals, and a thin stream
of clear fluid began to gush from her pussy and into Chris' hand.  Her
tongue quivered on Harry's cock, while the walls of her cunt clamped down
on Chris' cock and held him inside of her.  Her first orgasm immobilized
her completely.  Outside of frenzied breathing and the pumping of her heart
she was locked in position while her joy overtook her.

   Chris watched in fascination as Sister Rita became as still as a statue,
the muscles in her back quivering slightly as he continued to pump his
fingers in and out of her butt.  His dick throbbed and surged in her pussy
but he was unable to move it even a fraction of an inch in or out of her,
and just as he began to fear that she might hold him forever she reached
down with one of her hands and grabbed him by the balls.  She gripped them
firmly and panic overtook him for just a second, followed instantly by the
release of his orgasm as his cum began to pump into her locked-down cunt by
the pint.  As Harry's climax subsided opposite him he buckled over on top
of the nun while Chris' was only beginning.  Each spurt from his cock came
harder and faster, shooting deep inside of Sister Rita as she started to
squeal again when a second orgasm immediately followed the first, and then
a third and fourth as Chris continued to fill her hole with semen.  After a
few moments her pussy was filled to the brim with his seed, but Chris had
the benefit of a second option for his issuance.  Deftly he pulled his
fingers from her ass and pulled his cock from her cunt while she was in
between orgasms.  As jolts of cum shot across her backside he held her
cheeks apart and placed his cock at the entrance to her colon.  His seed
lubricated her hole, and as the fluid began to pool and drip down her body
he pushed his member into her once more.  This time he met with no
resistance and she took every inch of him into her from the start.

   The sensation of his prick pumping seed into her ass like a fire hose
pushed her over the edge and into another orgasm once more, this time
relishing the sensation of his shaft as it rubbed along the inside of her
intestine as she rubbed and squeezed Chris' and Harry's balls and sending
the last of their juices into her with the action.

   None of them noticed the sound of the door handle turning, nor the
rattle of the key in the deadbolt on the other side.  As the light from the
hallway flowed into the office, however, they all looked to the open door,
and stared in shock at the figure silhouetted against the bright light.

   * * *

   Father Nelson drained the last few drops of liquor from his flask and
tossed the steel bottle onto the counter.  These past few days he'd been
mulling over the changes in the church that had occurred ever since the new
pope had taken over, replacing a living leader for the first time in
centuries.

   Some of the changes had been minor, amounting only to slight differences
in verbiage and procedure.  Others were more apparent to even casual
observers: alterations in church doctrine and teachings, such as a new
focus on affection and love.  For a man brought up in a family that
preached hellfire and damnation the new orders were daunting, and for the
first time today he found himself drinking more than casually as he tried
worked up the courage to face the congregation tomorrow and deliver this
new message.
As the last bit of scotch hit his stomach he knew he needed more in
order to have any chance of getting through tomorrow's sermon.  His notes
on the homily were scattered and incomplete, and at the moment he was still
capable of reminding himself of that fact.  So with effort he picked
himself up from his chair, scooped the keys from the table, and headed out
the door of his quarters to make his way to the office where he had another

bottle of the stuff lying in wait for him.

   Fortunately the mild winter evening had ushered darkness in early that
evening, and no eyes followed him as he staggered to the door of the church
and let himself in.  He didn't notice the tidiness of the church, the
prepared decanters sitting in the prep room, or the sounds coming from the
other side of the bolted office door.

   Fumbling with his keys he at last found the right one, inserted it into
the keyhole, and turned.  The bolt slid back with a click, and he pushed
open the door only to be met with a blast of musky wine-scented hot air and
the moans of the three occupants of the room.  The light revealed the
half-naked bodies of three people he recognized immediately, even in his
state of inebriation.

   Words failed Father Nelson as he stared dumbly at Sister Rita, the most
devout of his flock, locked between the two altar boys Harry and Chris,
their cocks buried deep inside of her while white fluid poured out of her
mouth, pussy, and anus.

   Without a word Father Nelson retreated.  He shut the door and stumbled
back into the church, unable to process what he had just seen.  His feet
led him to the prep room and over to the crate which held the bottles of
sacramental wine.  Though he knew it would make his hangover the next
morning a thousand times worse, he grabbed three bottles and made his way
to the table where he uncorked the first bottle and took a swig.

   This new wine from the supplier mandated by the Vatican was delicious,
and without a second thought he took another gulp.  The red liquid seemed
to steady him a little, and after a moment he paced through the church and
back to his humble domicile on the other side of the convent.  His mind
wandered from what he had just witnessed a few moments ago back to the task
that awaited him in his room.  As he considered his sermon new ideas began
to take shape, and with renewed vigor he scribbled down his new homily for
the next day's mass.

   As he worked warmth spread through his body, his skin tingling with
every touch.  For the moment he worked feverishly, but shortly his heart
began to pound, his breaths shortened, and sweat beaded along his brow. 
Finished at last he sat back to ponder his feat, only to realize in that
instant that every inch of his being ached with arousal.  Looking down he
saw his pants tented outwards from an erection and, though it had been
years since he had paid such earthly desires any mind he knew tonight would
be different.  Looking out his window, his cock practically tugged him from
his seat and led him to the door, and he knew exactly where he was going.

   * * *

   The door to the office opened as Chris pumped the last bit of his seed
into Sister Rita's quivering asshole.  The dark figure against the bright
light of the hallway uttered no words, but all three lovers knew instantly
who it was as they had known him for years: Father Nelson.  Expecting a new
level of fire and brimstone to rain down upon them they were all equally
shocked when the stalwart leader of their congregation instead turned away
silently and shut the door.

   After a moment Chris pulled his cock from the nuns hole, a soft pop
accompanying the new vacancy.  Straightening up he stretched and groaned,
then went to grab his pants from where they lay discarded on the floor
nearby.  Pulling them up he watched as Sister Rita let Harry's dick slide
from her mouth and she too stood up.  Her habit slid down around her legs
again, and were it not for the fluid dripping steadily between her legs and
the remaining cum all over her face and neck it would be hard to tell she'd
just been fucked hard by the two boys.  As Harry collapsed onto the sofa
along the wall of the office she walked over and sat on his lap.  He
embraced her lovingly and fondled her breasts idly through her habit,
occasionally running his hand over her abdomen which now protruded through
material as it was filled in three places with teenage cum.

   Chris nervously checked his watch and gave a start.  "Shit!  My sister's
going to be waiting for me in the parking lot!" With that he dashed from
the office, his footsteps echoing in the hall as he ran for the front door
of the church.

   Harry and Sister Rita continued to occupy the couch for several more
minutes in silence.  Every minute or so Harry's cock twitched and a jet of
semen would fly forth.  After the first few times the nun began to make a
little game out of trying to catch it.  When she did she would lick it
lovingly from her fingers, and then meet Harry in a passionate kiss,
sharing the flavor with him while she awaited the next launch.

   Finally she broke the silence between them, "do you have to go home
tonight?"

   He thought it over for a second; it would be easy to tell his parents he
was staying over at a friend's house tonight, but the idea of spending the
night with a nun still overwhelmed him.  "I might be able to make something
up so they won't miss me," he replied uneasily, hoping to leave himself a
way out depending on where this started to go.

   "Why don't you try to do that, hon, I think we have a lot more to do
together," Sister Rita said softly.

   "Are you sure we should?  I mean, I liked it and everything, but this
seems kind of dangerous, especially now that Father Nelson saw us," Harry
said uneasily.

   "Don't worry about him, he's too scared to do anything about anyone.  He
preaches harshly but never backs it up," she cooed back at him.

   "Maybe I'll go ahead and text my dad that I'll be spending the night
over at Robert's," Harry said nervously as Sister Rita shifted in his lap.

   The nun's voice dropped low as she responded, "I think that sounds
great," and she gave his nuts a hard squeeze while her new toy gasped in
pleasure as he watched the biggest spurt yet of post-coital seed burst
forth from his cock straight into Sister Rita's outstretched palm.  He
smiled as she held it up for them both to lick the wine-flavored cum as he
quickly messaged his father.

   As she lifted her habit over her head and tossed it into the corner he
tore what remained of his pants from his legs.  As she straddled his cock
and began to bounce on his rock-hard foot-long erection he buried his face
in her supple tits now freed at last from the suffocating habit.  A few
feet from where they once more fucked vigorously the screen on his phone
lit up, announcing that he was free to spend the night with his friend.

   * * *

   Chris ran to the door of the waiting car in the parking lot, hopping in
quickly and buckling his seat belt just as his sister Jane started driving.
She was two years older than he was, and only allowed to use the vehicle so
long as she helped out with shuttling him around to his assorted
activities.

   "You're late, and what's that smell?  Are you trying some new body
spray?" Jane wrinkled her nose at the scent of sex and wine, but inhaled
deeply anyways.

   "Harry broke a bottle of wine while pouring it out, and some of it got
on me while I helped him clean it up," Chris answered quickly.  It was a
five minute drive home, but being in an enclosed space with another woman
had his cock growing rigid once more.  He leaned forward slightly as he
tried to conceal it, but as it pressed against the cloth of his pants it
became more and more difficult.

   Each stoplight seemed to last for an eternity, but thankfully Jane
seemed to be off in her own world as she drove.  Pulling into the driveway
at last Chris reached to release the belt buckle, but as he removed his
hand from his crotch the other proved inadequate to contain his member. 
With a fierce tearing sound his prick exploded into the open air of the
car's interior and a bolt of precum splattered against the inside of the
windshield.

   "What the fuck Chris?!" Jane shrieked.

   He didn't hesitate before answering "oh god, sorry, tell mom and dad I'm
too sick to have dinner!" and with that he jetted from the car and into the
back door of the house, sprinted up the stairs, and locked himself in his
room.

   Jane hardly knew what had happened.  She'd had boys in her car before,
and had given her fair share of blow jobs to finish off dates, but never
before had she seen something that big shoot out so much in just one
streak, or at all for that matter.  As she stared at the slowly descending
glob of fluid on the glass, her vision blurred for a second and she again
inhaled deeply, now relishing the wine-like scent that now permeated the
cabin.

   As she watched her right arm seemed to operate outside of her person,
reaching out to touch the thick seed.  With two fingers she scooped most of
it from the windshield and brought it to her face for closer inspection,
rubbing it between her fingers and getting an idea of the consistency of
the stuff.  Then, without really knowing if it was her own will that did it
or just an impulse, she popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked them
clean.  The flavor of her brother's seed coated her tongue, and her panties
moistened as she thought about his huge cock.

   But all of that came to a sudden halt as headlights flashed behind her
when her parents pulled into the driveway.  She tore her fingers from her
mouth and slowly got out of the car.

   "Where's Chris," her mom queried, "we've got a lot of groceries to
unload."

   "He's upstairs laying down," Jane replied, "says he isn't feeling well."

   Her dad frowned, and said "well I hope he feels better by the morning,
he's got his duties you know."

   "I'll check on him in a while and make sure everything is alright," Jane
answered.  She smiled as she lifted a bag of groceries to her chest and
smelled her fingers once more.  Tonight might be better than the average
Saturday night, she thought to herself.  

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