Date: Wed, 06 Jul 2011 11:19:17 -0600
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: A Little Revolution: Clara

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CHAPTER FIVE-CLARA

It felt good to sleep in.

Usually Clara was by necessity an early riser, but this was the first day
of the longest uninterrupted vacation she had had since the time she had
taken after Benji was born. That was the same year she had graduated from
medical school. Normally, if she had wanted to, she could have taken up to
a year of maternity leave, but she was always so busy that she got back to
work as soon as she could. She had produced six children in five
pregnancies in eight years; if she had taken a full maternity leave each
time she would still be sitting in a classroom. The one value her religious
nut parents had given her that she had kept was an appreciation of hard
work; on her own since she was fourteen, she had always worked. But now,
she had an entire glorious month to do nothing except lay on a beach, watch
after her family, and scratch the deep itch between her legs as much as she
wanted.

They'd pulled into the resort quite late last night, finding the villa
they'd rented over the internet in the dark. Tucking the exhausted kids
into their beds and unloading the Land Rover had meant that Clara hadn't
crawled into bed until after one. The long sleepy morning was just what she
needed, laying on the soft mattress nude. It was warm, so she'd thrown off
the blankets and sheets some time in the night. She was always a warm
sleeper, her skin putting off waves of heat. Her arms were stretched up
past her head, tangled up in the pillows, and her beautiful little body was
stretched out like a cat's.

Clara was only 5'5, petit and slim. Her round, hard breasts had filled out
a bit with the kids, but she still had the narrow waist and slim hips of
her adolescence. She exercised religiously at the hospital gym and with her
short naturally blond hair could still occasionally take her for a boy from
a distance. Clara kept her pubic bush trimmed into a nice short triangle;
all the kids had been born naturally at home, and she was free of any scars
or other mommy flabbiness, thanks to her thousands of early morning
crunches. As she drifted into consciousness, her fingers went as the
usually did first thing to her tight little cunt, the same one that had
delivered six cubs into the world, including twins for god's sake, without
becoming some stretched out piece of hamburger. Women's bodies were
incredible, and Clara loved hers.

Sean awoke as he usually did with a slight start and a drowsy look
around. His cropped dark hair was still long enough for a bit of behead,
and he always looked like a little boy when he first woke up. He seemed to
take a second to remember where he was, and smiled over at her as she kept
her eyes half closed, pretending to still be asleep. Her husband decided to
give Clara her favorite wakeup call, and slimed up his index and ring
fingers of his right hand in my mouth, then reached down between her legs,
sliding the two digits between her puffy red lips and right into her
vaginal canal. She gave a little jolt and her eyes opened wide as he
started fingering her. The sight of his handsome leering face as he slid
his fingers in her made her moisten as always. He was the sexiest man
ever. Clara often thought of the first time she had laid eyes on him; she
had been on all fours on that couch in Amsterdam, this big black teenage
buck balls deep in her from behind, his little brother feeding her a
comically oversized dick while she went at it with enthusiasm, if not
expertise. She had been in an absolute mind-altering mist of lust that
night, craving cum like oxygen, and had taken half the boys at the party
already. Then, right as the boy in her mouth started ejaculating his
monster load of seed against the back of her throat, she had looked up to
see the handsomest man she had ever witnessed. He was tall, his black hair
shorn as a sheep's, incredibly muscled but without the stupid glare of most
gym rats. No, his warm blue eyes, set in a scruffy sharp-angled face, were
intelligent and laughing as he watched her. His cheeks were red, his body a
lovely shade of almost latin bronze, his lips red and smiling, and below
the bottom hem of the plain white t-shirt that was his only clothing at the
moment, between two tree trunk thighs, lay a fat, long, rose-headed sausage
that rose to attention as she stared at it. He wasn't a boy, but a man...

Clara was drawn from her memory at a loud yawn and looked up to see her
eldest boy standing there in the doorway, watching his parents, covering
his mouth as he stretched his jaw muscles. He was naked of course, his
beautifully tanned body showing every bit of definition in the morning
light. With his slim waist and rapidly developing pecs and thighs, her boy
was a wonder of adolescent proportion, like some mathematical formula of
anatomy. That is, except for his oversized cock and big hairless balls,
which were definitely at the tapered end of the bell curve, a slightly
junior version of his daddy's thumper and brace. He had the biggest piece
on his rugby team, as he'd found out last winter in the showers with the
other boys, a fact that made him proud as a victorious warrior.

That particular thumper was standing at attention, pointed up at an angle
that almost brought it into contact with his flat, tight belly, shooting up
from the triangle of his tan line like an exclamation point. Clara's oldest
boy either needed to piss badly or was as horny as hell. He finished his
yawn and gave his parents a friendly smile that told them it was the
latter. Clara reached her fingers out and gave him a little wave.

The boy bounded across the room, meat bouncing wildly, and leapt into bed
like the puppy dog he was at heart. He was a 46 kilos though now, so he
knocked a bit of breath from Sean as he landed on his old da, giving him a
peck on the cheek.

Conor rolled onto his side to face his Clara and gave her a little peck as
well, then went right for her tit. Despite the fact that Clara had birthed
her baby Benji more then five years before, she still produced a good
amount of breast milk, given her laissez-faire approach to weaning. All the
kids were allowed to drink from their mom's tit as long as they liked, and
the older kids still liked to go in for a snack from time to time. Benji
still suckled basically every day, but there was more then enough to go
around. Her oldest started sucking on her hard little nipple, and Clara
felt the lovely sensation of milk flowing out of her breast, a sensation
almost like pissing but much more enjoyable. With one hand Conor went down
and slid a few fingers into his mum's warm snatch, taking over his da's
duty. Sean snuggled up against the boy's firm body and reached around,
grasping his hot, hard piece, and started giving him a nice wake up stroke.

Clara let out a familiar sigh. She was always so horny in the morning. She
bent her head down and gave Conor a motherly kiss on the forehead and then
grumbled two sexy words in her deepest gravelly voice.

"Mount up."

You didn't have to tell the boy twice. He jumped up, pulling his cock out
of his dad's hand, and hopped on top of his mum, holding himself up with
his palms and his knees as his fat boy meat found its home. Conor slid into
his mum's snatch, and he let himself down onto her, his mouth finding her
other breast, as he started suckling again. Sean slid over and took the
abandoned tit in his mouth, giving it a few hard sucks and being rewarded
with a tasty little stream of watery warm milk.

The boy started up his rhythm, his tight, defined abdominals moving under
his tanned stomach skin as his hips picked up speed. His father's eight
inch snake had jumped to attention, and Clara looked into his lust-clouded
eyes and knew he had to have a piece of the action. She watched as he
rolled out of the bed and wandered into the bathroom, emerging a moment
later with a large bottle of lube. As he walked back into the bedroom
watching his boy pounded away at his maternal snatch, he greased his pole.

Conor loved being sandwiched, and as Sean climbed up behind him he looked
over his shoulder with a lustful expression on his round child's face. He
thrust deep into his mommy, then arched his back to spread his ass a bit
for his father. Sean put one hand on the bunched muscles of his boy's lower
back and used the other to find his hole with his big daddy dick. He popped
the head in and Conor let out a needy "yessss" under his breath. Soon the
boy was bucking hard, slamming into Clara with a satisfying pop,
practically pulling off his dad's stick. Teenage enthusiasm.

"Slow down baby" Carla whispered, cupping my boy's face in her hands. "Take
your time". But Conor was in another world, the chemicals in his
puberty-wracked brain firing in a cascade. Sean could feel the tightening
of the boy's sphincter that always came when he was getting ready to nut,
so he slid his hand between Conor's thighs and grabbed his hairless low
hangers, giving them a firm little tug.

"Hey!" the boy yelped, "easy". Clara felt him relax a bit as the universal
male instinct to protect his sack kicked in and he clinched his thigh
muscles.

"Did you not hear your mum? She said slow down. Don't be selfish, son. A
woman is not a slab of meat. You have to coax her along."

"Yes sir."

Clara's husband gave her eldest son a playful slap on the ass. Clara could
see that he was a bit sheepish to have to be lectured, and she cupped his
smooth cheeks in her hands, looking him in his pale blue eyes.

"You're a stud, son. Most women will want you to take your time with
them. Learn to get off on getting them off. There's a time for rabbit
fucking and a time for a nice slow one. You know I like both." Clara and
Sean were determined to teach their children to be good lovers just like
they would teach them any other skill.

Sean went back to plowing his son's ass, and he followed Clara's deliberate
rhythm of deep hip thrusts. She let out a series of little cries as she
played with the stiff little clit that poked right above her boy's
pistoning prick. Clara felt a bit of weight on the mattress behind her boys
and turned her head to see her little angel Summer crawling onto the bed.

Summer took after Clara, blond as a golden retriever, her long straight
hair usually worn in a braid or pony tail. She was fair, though her summer
tan was coming in on her slim little whippet body. Clara carried her in
from the car and tucked her in last night, not bothering to slip off her
little pink panties, and she shoved these down around her knees as she
knelt there next to her parents and big brother, and started playing with
her little virgin pussy.

Summer was only still a virgin in the most semantic sense. She had no
hymen. Clara had carefully broken both the girl's little barriers when they
were still babies, before they would be old enough to remember. There was
no reason for any daughter of hers to be obstructed like that. But the
family rule was that you didn't get fucked until you were eight, and little
Summer wouldn't be there for another three weeks. Countless number of
grubby fingers and greedy tongues had massaged the walls of her little
girl's chamber, but she hadn't known a stretching dick yet. Her little slot
was tight and smooth, like a crack in a curve of flawless white
plaster. But that didn't keep her from fingering her hard little nubbin as
she watched her mummy and daddy make a sandwich out of big brother.

"Hey angel, how's my sleepyhead?" Sean leaned over and gave her a kiss on
one rosy cheek.

"I want to go to the beach, daddy!"

"We will after breakfast, honey. We've got plenty of time. A whole month."

"Come on up here, Summer, and let me lick you." Clara loved tonguing her
girl's smooth pussies more then about anything else. Summer stood gingerly
on the soft mattress and slipped down her little pink cotton slip, stepping
over her mum's head, grabbing the headboard of the bed and lowering herself
onto Clara's face. Clara's tongue slipped home, and her little angel arched
her back as she got a tip of warm slithery goodness right up her sensitive
little crack.

"Mmmmm" Clara mumbled, "mmmmmmmm...."

Summer let out a little giggle at her mummy's moans. Clara's hand sped up
on her clit and the boys picked up the pace, Conor following his mum's
lead. Summer shifted her hips forward Clara's tongue slid up, pushing
through the hard little cleft of her daughter's tight child's cunt. The
taste of her daughter's pink walls always made her lose her mind with lust,
and she could feel her nerves erupting in a spasm of pleasure throughout
her body. Clara started bucking her hips and furiously pumping, her hand in
overdrive down between her soft flat belly and her son's hard abs, flicking
her nubbin with abandon. She was lost in her orgasm.

Sean clapped a hand on his boy's shoulder and barked a command.

"Bust your nut now, Conor!"

He was a good boy, who tried hard to please his parents, and plus he could
pretty much cum on command when he set his mind to it. The boy squeezed his
eyes shut as his back tensed, giving his mum a few more hard pokes, and
then let go.

"OooohhhhhhhhhhhHHHHhhhhhhhh!!!!"

The boy's high pitched exclamation was enough for his pop. Sean yanked his
long cock from his boy's ass with a plop and gave it a few quick flicks of
the wrist as his big balls pulled up. Finally, release, as he squirted a
fat load onto his boy's slim muscular back.

"Yeah. Oh. Yeah."

Clara could smell the lovely smell of her boy's and husband's combined
loads, and a deep, deep relaxation ran through her muscles, as a whole year
of work and stress seemed to leave her and she sank back into the soft
sheets. Her pussy ached as Conor collapsed into his mum's arms, his
ever-hard bit still stiff in her. Sean was also satisfied, rolling over
onto his back. Little Summer jumped off her mum's face, her tiny pussy lips
now a bit red from the tongue lashing. Clara could feel the sexual energy
dissipate as they turned from lust-frenzied fuck partners back into family,
husband and wife, parents and children. The itch deep within her pussy
never really went away, but at moments like this her need subsided back to
manageable levels as the semen she craved like a drug soaked into the soft
tissue of her cunt. Sometimes Clara felt like she wanted every man and boy
in the world to shoot into her. But her two seed-making studs were enough
for now.

"You shot lots, Daddy" Summer squeaked, eying her big bro's cum-streaked
back.

"Let's get it before it cools" Sean offered, and the little girl and her
dad started licking his load up, lapping down the thick cream as Conor
burst out in giggles.

"That tickles!"

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