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

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CHAPTER ONE-SEAN


HIS older daughter's pussy was spectacular.

Hairless and tight and impossibly warm, it was maybe Sean's favorite place
to slide his cock on a warm and lazy Saturday afternoon. Jenny had turned
eleven last April and still had the body of a pre-pubescent; with her blond
page boy haircut she was easy to take for a lad, but she was really all
girl at heart. Her ass was a bit more heart shaped, her shoulders a bit
more narrow, and just the tiniest hint of softness had appeared around her
nipples, but she was still built like a kid, slim and hard and smooth and
supple as a blade of grass. She had her mother's round face and full lips,
her father's blue eyes, and her otherwise creamy skin was already an early
summer shade of light caramel, except for the pale white triangle her
little bikini bottom marked across her hips. It had been warm enough for
about a month to spend the morning, as they had that morning, on the beach
a short drive from their house, and Jenny always went topless, so only the
little pale V of crotch marked out the lines of her tan, pointing like an
arrowhead down to those delicious puffy lips that sat firmly stretched
around her father's hard cock as he laid back and let her lazily buck her
hips up and down, biting her lip with her straight white teeth.

Her little nub was sticking out of its sheath above his meat and Sean
reached down and gave it a little flick with his thumb. Jenny let out an
involuntary little gasp, the combination of a sigh and a whimper that her
dad had been coaxing out of her most of her short life. Sean loved that
high pitched sound, along with the other squeals and giggles and pants that
came so naturally to his young pride and joy. Jenny watched a lot of porn
of course, and lately had taken to making the theatrical moans of the
plastic-titted actresses she saw on the screen, but underneath that
self-conscious play acting emerged from time to time the real thing, the
natural signs of pleasure that filled his heart with tenderness for his
little girl. She was growing up, but he could still coax a child's sigh
from her.

The glass doors near the bed were open, letting a warm breeze dry their
sweat and giving the whole afternoon a feeling of gentle intoxication. From
the bottom of the garden came the sound of a dropped bicycle and the slam
of the old wooden gate, the rough treatment that signaled the arrival home
of Jenny's older brother Conor. Sean could hear the heavy thud of the boy's
trainers on the wood floors of the kitchen. Sean thought as how have to
remind the boy about shoes in the house, especially since he'd been down at
the neighborhood pitch playing a pickup match of footie. Conor kicked off
his shoes against the wall of his bedroom with a thud. A few moments later
with softer barefoot tread he came down to his little sister's bedroom and
opened the door with a creak.

Conor was a well built boy, not skinny, but not an ounce of fat on his
frame. Like his father he'd likely fill out to two meters and 95-100 kilos
some day, but at thirteen, fourteen in August, he was still a boy but
developing nicely. Sean had started him on a weight program, sharing early
morning sessions in the barn, and the boy's chest had popped out admirably
in the last year, his large dark nipples taking on an adolescent tip, like
little volcanoes. He had the kind of perfectly slim waist and eight pack
abdominals that only teenage boys ever have, and a winter of rugby practice
had filled out his skinny legs and added an admirable roundness to his back
side. Most of all, Conor was the only one of Sean's cubs to take his thick
black head of hair; he had his mother's round face like his sister did, but
his eyebrows and hair were the black of Sean's unknown Spanish
father. Conor was, even this early in the summer, already about two shades
of brown darker to his sister, and Sean could see he'd gotten a bit of sun
that afternoon. His mother usually had to wrestle him down to lather on the
sun screen.

He stood there in the doorway in his black silky football shorts and trim
white "wife beater" vest, watching. A tent sprung up in his crotch like a
pop-up book and the boy reached down and gave it an absent-minded tug. It
took a second for his pre-occupied sis to notice him standing there.

"You win, C?" she asked over her shoulder, her back still to her brother as
she pumped mechanically up and down on her father's erection.

"Course" replied the cocky little bugger leaning against the door frame.

Conor pushed off the door frame with his shoulder and took a few steps into
the room, his hand going to his waistband. In one quick tug, shorts and
briefs were down and he'd stepped out of them, grabbing the big pink piece
that sprung up towards his stomach with a nice thrumming curve, a smaller
copy of the fat meat his sister was riding. At 13 centimeters he'd still
had a ways to grow to catch up with his da's 21cm, but the teenage rod was
thick and uncut with a red covered mushroom tip, a tight foreskin he
shimmied back with a tug, and one thick vein running down the underside. It
was cock to make a dad mighty proud. As befitted his age the boy could go
from zero to a hundred like a bullet, and the smooth soft skin of his meat
grew shiny with a full rigid bone. He was ready to go, his missile shooting
up from the tight defined clefted funnel of his crotch. Like his little
sis, Conor wore a brief little suit to the nearby textile beach and had the
same pale white inverted triangle of a tan line, one that would fade
towards the end of summer as the kids spent more time on the nude beaches
their father preferred. But for now the delicious white of Conor's crotch
set off nicely against the tan of his thighs. He didn't even bother to take
off the tight cotton vest he sported, just grabbing the hem and pulling the
front up over his head to reveal his long, cut boy's torso, narrowing
through the waist before flaring out a bit across the hips. He was a
beautiful boy, nothing but a small tuft of short dark hairs right above his
engorged member and the pumped-out curve of his developing pecs to give
away his impending manhood. That, and his oversized set of low hangers,
hairless nuts that swung freely with each tug of his dick. He took after
his da in that as well, big balls a feature Sean's Irish granddad had told
him ran back through his side of the family.

Conor was ready for his afternoon piece, but his old man was already pubes
deep in his sister's tight gash. Ever practical, he headed into the
bathroom and came back with a jumbo squirt bottle of lube. Before he
slicked up, like the dutiful son he was he came over next to the head of
the bed and thrust his tight crotch out towards his father's face; Sean
gave his long rocket a lick and a tickle across the head with his tongue,
but he could tell his boy was ready for a pump. The boy tasted of the sweat
of the pitch, and a thin haze of dust coated the firm little bumps of his
tight stomach. Sean gave Conor's balls a sniff and felt an intoxicating
little jolt, which translated into an especially deep thrust into the boy's
little sis.

Conor hopped up on the bed with a boy's boundless energy, squirting a
fistful of lube and slathering it up and down his third leg. Jenny made
more then enough moisture to fuck vaginally without any help, but an
asshole was an asshole, and lube was the rule for anything more firm and
dry then a tongue. Sean felt the boy's weight as he slid up into his
sister's back side, creating almost an audible pop as his meat went home.

"Hey! Easy!" Jenny cried out in an annoyed voice. Brothers could be such
spazzes.

"Sorry Jen, I'm all worked up."

"You scored a goal then?"

"Two!"

The boy looked over his sister's shoulder and gave his da a wolfish
grin. Sean was the volunteer rugby coach on the local boy's team that Conor
played with, as well as a judo and swimming and water polo instructor, all
sports the boy played, and Conor loved to please his dad and coach
both. Sean reached up from fingering his sister's little clit and offered
him a high five that he slapped down enthusiastically. Conor then bent his
back to the work at hand, slamming his sister gently in time with her up
and down thrusts. Sean couldfeel his hardness through the soft tissue that
separated Jenny's pink vaginal walls and her lower ass. It always made him
a bit nuts, that sensation.

Sean knew the boy would blow in about three minutes, but was determined to
beat him to the punch and put so put mind to nutting. The man's big balls
contracted up and he reached up and played with Jenny's puffy tits as she
started in on some of that porno style moaning and play-acting.

"Ugh! Fuck me! Double fuck me hard, daddy!"

It was silly to hear her talk like that, but cute all the same and Sean
smiled up at her in encouragement. "I'm so horny daddy. I'm so horny!"
Jenny took her hands off Sean's waist and fingered her little button with
two fingers. Given the girl's ability to pretty much come on demand, it
wasn't surprising to him to feel her tightening crotch muscles and see her
arching back.

"Ugh Ugh Ugh!" The pre-teen slid several fingers into her vaginal opening
next to her father's cock, stretching it temporarily wider. She gave a hard
shudder and stopped pumping, much to her brother's annoyance, since he was
just getting his groove. He gave her a playful slap on the rump.

"Don't stop sis!"

Jenny cranked her head around and stuck her tongue out, but like the good
girl she'd been brought up to be, she went right back to the pump. Her
brother leaned around and craned his neck under her arm. Sean strained up
onto my elbows and gave the boy a kiss on his sexy full lips, Conor's dark
pink tongue darting into the man's mouth. That about did it. he grabbed
Jenny around the waist, slammed her hard down, and lifted his butt off the
bed, carrying the combined weight of son and daughter onto his heels and
shoulder blades. His mind melted and he was gone, pumping hard into her
tight hairless hole.

Sean was a man who could shoot a silly huge load. Really silly. There's
still a vid that got traded around the nets of him busting a prodigious nut
when he was seventeen. I'd held off for three days and filmed the
subsequent explosion. He could drop a small teacup's worth when he was in
the mood. This wasn't an epic cum, just a regular afternoon's load, but
enough to slick his daughter's insides and drip back out onto his pubes
like a hydraulic pump sprung a leak. The wet bleach smell rose up then, and
seemed to egg Conor on. The boy started rabbit fucking his little sis,
hitting her tight anal ring like a crunk dancer. A minute or so of that
while Jenny remained balanced on her dad's still hard tool, and he was
imitating his old man, blowing a fat load. He was only thirteen and doesn't
come anywhere near as much in volume or consistency, but his clear watery
cream was sweet and plentiful. Conor could shoot over his head like other
boys his age toss a ball.

They all collapsed and disengaged in a sloppy wet sticky heap, and Sean
gently kissed his son and daughter in turn, giving each a bear hug in his
big strong arms. They were great kids and Sean counted himself very
lucky. Who knew what kinds of shit the next few years of adolescence might
bring, but for now they were perfect, still in awe of their daddy, with no
pointless rebellion in their hearts.

"Ok pups, hit the showers!"

Sean padded down the hall to the master bath, with its large wet room,
complete with four shower heads and a nice soaking tub, his favorite
renovation of the old farmhouse. Jenny went off to the WC, probably to
douche out her backside on the bidet, and he soaped his growing boy up
before she rejoined a few minutes later for a proper spray down and a bit
of a water fight. After they soaped out their various cracks and crevices
the handsome dad and his beautiful kids gathered around the long counter in
the kitchen, naked as babes, as he made the kids a little snack of cheese
and crackers while Conor gave us a blow by blow of the football game. It
had been an epic battle royale for neighborhood honor, the east side boys
against the west, in the yard of the elementary school down at the end of
the lane. It was a running game that continued from spring to fall, with
August off of course for vacances, but with an epic tally of scores and
slights that went back it seemed through generations of scruffy slim
lads. The two passions of a thirteen year old boy were the esteem of his
peers and the state of his cock, and with his two goals scored that morning
and the stretching he'd given his sister's back door that afternoon, it had
been a good day in Conor's world.

The clatter of a diesel engine signaled the arrival of the rest of the clan
and reminded Sean that he'd been meaning to give the wife's Land Rover a
tune. She'd been at the mall that afternoon, spoiling the young ones with a
bit of clothes shopping. They lived in the country, outside a Roman-founded
village nestled in the brown hills above the Med, thirty minutes from a
sizable French beach town, and Clara had been down at the atrocious
American-style climatized shopping arcade for the last few hours. No doubt
the little ones were amped up on sugar and shiny lights and bad pop music,
and in they came in a tear.

First past the post were the twins, who usually were first everywhere,
little whippets of towheaded lightening that they were. With their
dad-administered crew cuts (Conor had finally started to insist on "Le
Salon" now that he was getting to that age) they were inseparable to pretty
much anyone but their mum and dad. Hans and Jens came flashing up to see
who would be the first to launch themselves into Sean's arms for a big
hug. Jens won the prize this time, but it was usually 50/50 with them. Sean
lifted all thirty-three kilos of his ten year old son up and gave him a hug
and kiss, holding onto his lean little ass, before leaning him back so that
he could bend over and stand on his hands. His twin was next for a lift and
tumble.

Sean's little sunshine came through the door, his bright-eyed Summer, her
blond hair pulled back into a girlish ponytail. She ran up and pulled up
the hem of her pink little cotton tube top to show off her new dark indigo
and sparkle-covered jeans.

"Look Daddy, just like I wanted! They were on sale!"

Sean gave his little angel a peck on the forehead and a swat on her almost
eight year old butt, now clad in the same tight jeans the little girls down
the road had been wearing for a month, to Summer's obvious jealousy.

Clara came looking like she'd been on a forced march, with the baby sound
asleep on her shoulder. Sean hopped up and took little Benji in his big
arms, his soft long hair coming to rest against his father's chest. He was
getting heavy, five years old now.

"That fun, eh?"

"This is the last time I let you blow me off and lay on the beach while I
try and keep them together at that zoo, Sean! It was a madhouse."

Clara wife sized up Sean's nude body, noticing the nice well-rubbed look of
his cock, and glanced over at their two oldest, who sat at the counter
stuffing their faces with dairy and carbs, as unconscious of their nudity
as animals in the jungle.

"And I see you've been doing your fair share of the parenting."

Sean gave her a grin and a kiss on her wonderful pink lips. Clara was still
the little Dutch girl He'd met fifteen years before. Five natural births
had put a width to her hips and a swell to her breasts, but she remained
his all, his little partner in crime, the love of his life ever since the
first time he'd seen her in Amsterdam, fifteen years old and trying to
swallow that black boy's massive cock and gagging every time. She was his
life, and now at the age of thirty, she didn't gag any more.

"Don't worry, hun, plenty left for you."

"There always is."

She reached down and gave his crank a playful squeeze, and it jumped like a
startled cat.

"But you're making dinner, first. I bought a pork loin. Get to work, wife."

Since Sean was the one who stayed home with the kids while Clara punched
the clock down at the hospital, she jokingly called him wife. It was deeply
ironic, given his obvious masculinity. His days of competitive bodybuilding
were long behind him, but he'd only gotten a bit thicker and hairier, and
Sean was as much a man as a man could be. He still had a body that most fat
young hooligans could only hope to have. Sean had never had a problem
eating right and getting his pump on in the gym. The Irish can be a paunchy
and pale people, but his Spanish side showed through and he had avoided the
red hair and freckles of so many of his countrymen. He was a black-haired,
blue-eyed, scruffy hard side of beef.

Sean always been the darker, somewhat taller and more fit lad at school in
Ireland, though he had the bright red tinge to his cheeks common on that
cold island well into his twenties. His black Irish mother had given him
plenty to work with, in the physical side at least. It had been those red
cheeks and his long thick dangle that had first turned Clara's head and
made her pussy tingle a decade and a half ago at that house party in
Holland. Sean had been there, by then in his mid twenties, to sell some
ecstasy and get his wick wet when he'd seen her, a tiny little teen trying
to spit roast two boys, giving it her all. His dick went into take-off mode
and they had ended up in the house parent's bed, a difficult thing to
explain when they came home unexpectedly to find their teenage son had
organized his own little gang bang. So Sean and Clara had bolted for the
back door with their clothes in their hands and found the nearest bush to
continue that world class epic first screw.

Sean knew somehow that he'd found the girl for him, the one who would be up
for anything his deeply perverse heart desired. She was a runaway from her
crazy Jehovah's Witness parents, a girl with pocket change and not so much
as a mattress to her name, and now she was a doctor with six kids. They
were tighter then ever, living proof that you very well could find the love
of your life through anonymous fucking.

Sean carried their baby back to the bedroom the three youngest boys
shared. The twins had bunks and Benji his own little boy bed he was about
to outgrow. Sean laid him down and the sweet boy didn't wake up, but curled
on his side and started automatically sucking his thumb. He'd be up half
the night probably, but the car always put him to sleep.

Over on the lower bunk the twins were head to toe. They hadn't even
bothered to strip out of their matching polos and beach shorts, but had
their heads buried in each other's crotches, each brother pulling down the
other's underwear and sucking down his opposite's stiff little boy tail.

"Boys!" Sean yelled, in my most stern voice. "Shoes!"

The two scamps hadn't even bothered to kick off their trainers. They both
sat up side by side and sheepishly started untying their shoelaces. As they
kicked off their kicks he came up and grabbed Jens by the waistband and
stripped him of his shorts and undies, then did the same to Hans.

"If you're going to do it, at least do it right!" The boys rolled their
eyes in unison at dad's tired mantra.

"Yes daddy" they offered up in unison, and then passed one of those looks
that only twins understand, followed by identical giggles.

They were young boyhood perfected, sitting there with matching hard little
pricks peeking up from under the hems of their shirts. Blond and slim and
tan and wiggly as worms, the little bookend lovers smiled up at their
soft-hearted daddy with a giga-watt of charm between the two of
them. Jensje's erection pulled slightly to the left, Hansje's slightly to
the right, another small detail that allowed him to tell them apart. They
really were mirror images of one another, the two little red-lipped,
speedo-tanned, battery-powered Dutch boys who could plug any dike and
seduce any pope. Sean gave each a warm kiss on soft cheeks.

"Resume cocksucking."

They fell into a tangle and tussle of sharp elbows and long necks and close
cropped skulls, but somehow they never bumped into each other or hit funny
bones or scuffed shins. They found each other's bodies with a grace that
usually came only to one's own limbs. They really were two halves of the
same mischievous boy.

With a pat on Jen's ass Sean left them to their pre-dinner snack, and with
a new heft in his prick wandered in to pull on a pair of shorts. He'd be
cooking chips, and anyone who's ever shot hot grease on their favorite
member learned not to cook in the nude. Sean stood at the open bedroom
doors and looked across the hills, still green in this early summer, a
spread of scrub oak climbing one flank. His little garden, with the adobe
wall he'd built by hand and the swimming pool he'd spent a summer digging
out, was laid out before him smelling like honeysuckle. The sun was dipping
to the west and the shadows grew long in the little valley, with its dirt
drive and poplars and creek running through the bottom.

Clara came up behind him. She had taken off her clothes and the firmness of
her small breasts pressed against his back as she reached around and slid a
hand inside his ratty old sweat shorts and squeezed his cock.

"Another summer's here" she whispered in his ear.

"I know."

"We still haven't booked our long vacation."

"I know. I just don't want to go anywhere. Where else is better then here?"

"The kids need to have an adventure. I know to you this is paradise, but to
them it's their entire world. It's bad enough to home school them, but they
need to be around their peers."

"Conor's around his peers all the time."

That school year they had put Conor in the local lycee, the first time one
of the kid's education hadn't been their own responsibility.His French
instructors had done their best to straighten the wild out of him, with
little success.

 "I know. But the rest, they always make good friends over summer. It's a
good thing for them, to get out and meet others. Especiallynaturist kids."

The Murphy summer vacations were inevitably at a nude resort or
another. All their vacations, actually. They usually spent winter break
inBrazil, renting a house at a naturist village near San Salvador, or on
Martinique. Sean and Clara had gone back and forth whether to spend this
summer at one of their old favorites in France or Corsica, maybe Spain, or
whether to strike out for somewhere new. They had heard great things about
a couple of nude family resorts on the Dalmatian Coast, and had even talked
about going to the Crimea. It would have been a cheap vacation, with the
exchange rates.

"Ok, I'll do the research this week."

Clara kissed him on the back of the neck, a place she knew was going to
drive him crazy. Sean gave an involuntary shudder.

"I talked to Dr. Gupta yesterday. He'll cover me for a whole month."

"Really? He has no plans?"

"His daughter is in summer music camp."

Clara could rarely get more then a week off from her shifts as an
E.R. Pediatrician. This would be the longest vacation they'd had
inyears. Sean turned to her and cupped her face in his hands.

"I love you."

"I love you. But you still aren't getting out of cooking dinner."

With a flash of her light green eyes and a hint of a smile on her full
woman's lips, his wife gave Sean a smack on the ass.

"Now get to work, wife. I need a pork tenderloin in my belly and a pork
sausage in my pussy."

"Well, you better talk to Conor then."

Clara reached out and gave his member a tweak through the fleece.

"I said sausage, not hot dog."

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