Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 04:16:09 -0800
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: A Little Revolution 16 - Clara

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Editor's Note: Naturally, this is all fiction, don't take it seriously,
don't fuck your kids, etc., or anyone else`s. We don't live in this
world. If you have a hard time telling fantasy from reality, seek
professional help.

It was time for a talk with the kids.

Most parents, when they think of talking to their kids about sex, imagine
an awkward discussion at the onset of puberty about the mechanicals of the
act. But Clara's kids had known how sex worked ever since as babes they had
laid in her arms, suckling at her milk-filled tits, while their daddy slid
his long babymaker deep into the pussy from which they had so recently
emerged. There was never a time in their young lives when sex had not been
a natural part of their day, a regular and always accessible pleasure, a
skill to be taught, an engaging game, a past time to be enjoyed with their
siblings and their mum and da.

Clara and Sean had never really planned it, it had just happened when Conor
arrived, passing out of her teenage womb and right into their lives. He
snuggled up next to them while they made love, and as soon as he was old
enough to wrap his little hands around Sean's stiff prick or slide his
tongue over Clara's pink button he had been included in the fun and games.
Clara and Sean were, despite their otherwise highly developed sense of
propriety, sexual noble savages, and playing with their son's frequent
little erections came as pure instinct. Clara and Sean's natures were bent
in exactly the same fashion, it seemed. It was why she had known at first
sight that he was meant for her.

So no need for any awkward birds and bees with their ever-horny cubs, but
still there had to be talks. Children are, as Rousseau pointed out, a race
of savages that invades civilization every generation. Clara had no desire
to root that instinct out when it came to sex; that was the evil work of
priests and prudes and jealous barren power-hungry people everywhere. Still
and all, there were feelings to be taken into consideration, safety to be
regarded, rules of politeness and manners to be taught. Free sex still
required an etiquette, and especially now that the Murphys were so
dramatically expanding their playing field.

After Sean and Jean-Claude had fucked the hell out of each other's little
girls and sent them back down to continue their play on the beach, they had
sat in the garden and drank a beer, discussing the logistics of bringing
together the two families. Sean laid out the ground rules he and Clara had
long had in place; no coercion or pressure of any kind, respect for each
individual mood and preference, impeccable attention to hygiene and health,
and no penetration until age eight. The Valettes had more or less the same
arrangement, though Jean-Claude told Sean that there was no hard and fast
rule on penetration; seven year old Nathan had not been willing yet to try
riding his dad's fat member, but had for some time been experimenting with
his big brother's willing bone.

The two men had arranged the thing for later that night. They'd have the
Valettes over at eight for dinner, and let things follow their course. But
in their tradition of radical and unwavering honesty, Clara and Sean had
decided that they needed to have a heart to heart with the kids before
going in. So after they'd gathered them off the beach and all gone back to
the villa and showered off the day's sand and suntan lotion, they called
them into the living room for a family meeting. As was tradition for these
meetings the Murphys spread themselves out in a circle on the floor, and
Clara leaned against her husband as he held her hand, their young spread
out around them, naked as animals, in various states of repose.

"So, kiddies" Sean started, "I think you all know that we share something
in common with the Valettes. Like us, they are a family that has sex play
with each other."

"What!" Conor let out. Sean and Clara had assumed that his siblings would
have already filled him in by now, but apparently they were wrong. "When
did you find this out?"

"With Marie-Claire, dude" offered up Hans, "when I fucked her."

"What? You fucked Marie-Claire and you didn't tell me? Why the hell not!"

"Conor! Easy!" Clara cautioned. She could see that the younger boy was
crestfallen at having done something to displease his idolized older
brother. "I guess... I thought that the girls would tell you, because they
are always gossiping. It was just last night."

"So you told the girls?"

"We were there, silly" Jenny piped up, with more then a hint of gloating in
her voice. "I totally got her off with my tongue."

"Why didn't you come and get me?"

"Because... because you were with dad, and we were doing it in secret. Cuz
we weren't supposed to."

"You broke the rule" Conor threw out accusingly.

"So did you, at that park back in Italy!" Jenny hurled back.

"Stop it kids." Clara spoke out with her gentle yet firm mom's tone of
voice. "No one meant to leave you out of it, Conor. Obviously, until your
father confirmed it this afternoon, everyone was being careful."

"You confirmed it, how?"

"With Marie-Claire's dad's cock in my pussy" Jenny said, still taunting her
brother. She spread her legs and reached down, pulling her labial lips
apart obscenely with two hands. "It felt soooo good..."

"Jenny! One more word out of you and you are spending the rest of this
evening in your room alone." Clara couldn't stand her children taunting one
another.

"Yes, mother." The girl straightened up, knowing she had crossed the line.

"You know what to say."

"I'm sorry Conor."

"Does this mean that Nathan likes to suck n' fuck too?" piped up little
Benji, using his favorite term for sex that he pronounced as one three
syllable word. He was obviously intrigued by this new information. He had
also been left in the dark, though he was still young enough that he
assumed that all families were like his, even if they weren't allowed to
talk about it.

"Yes, honey. It does."

"Yay!" Benji's kindergarten enthusiasm made them all laugh, and erased the
tension from the room.

"And Paulo too?" The thought had obviously just occurred to Conor. Almost
like a cartoon, his cock immediately started to inflate like a balloon.

"Yes son. And I can see you like that idea."

Conor blushed bright red under his tan and reached down and gave his
growing member a few tugs. "Hell yeah!"

"Well then you will be happy to know that tonight you're going to get to
put that thing to work." Sean informed them. "The Valettes are coming over
for dinner, and afterwards, we are going to have some sex time with them."

Smiles erupted around the room. The kids were very happy at the idea of
some new playmates. Clara was relieved. She had been worried that there
might be some jealousy on their parts, some desire not to let anyone else
in on their well worked out little world. But of course, they were horny
little pups and were thinking with their favorite body parts.

"We follow all the same rules with them that we follow with our family,
understood?"

"Yes sir" the kids all responded to their father as he laid down the law.

"Respect each other's feelings and desires, and everything will go very
well. I want no hurt feelings if someone doesn't want to do something, ok?"

The kids nodded in agreement. Clara could see that it was starting to sink
in, the big step they were taking. A little nervousness set in amongst them
all. Finally it was little Summer who voiced what everyone else was
thinking.

"I hope they like us."

"I hope they do too, baby." Clara reached out and stroked Summer's long
mane of blond hair. "They will love us. We are the sexiest family ever."

"Ok, now everyone go and get dressed."

"Get dressed?"

"What?"

"No way!"

"We're going to give the Valettes some presents to unwrap. It's funner that
way!"

Before they'd left on vacation Clara had gotten everyone all new swim
suits, in case they decided to go to any textile beaches. She dug them out
now for the first time. For the five boys, she had gotten identical black
slips, nylon spandex little triangles of Speedo fabric that cut pretty high
on the thigh and fit snugly, nicely accenting the curve of ass and V of
crotch. In addition the twins had the idea that all the boys should wear
vests, so she had broken into her supply of American Apparel "wifebeater"
style cotton tanks. The boys each had a different color. Sean's was black,
Conor's an athletic grey, little Benji's an adorable pink just a shade
lighter then his cheeks and his dick head, and for the twins, red and blue.

The girls had matching black suits as well, though their bottoms were more
narrowly cut and consisted on the side of just two strings that tied
together in a bow. The little double triangular tops would probably never
be used on the beach, but this was dress up, and Clara and Jenny covered up
their tan-line-free chests. Summer opted not to wear hers. She'd probably
never even put a bikini top on in all her short life.

Clara grilled up some tuna steaks, boiled some eggs, and made Salade
Nicoise, and right as she finished the Valettes arrived. They too had had
the idea of giving us packages to unwrap, and in what would have been a
good omen if anyone believed in such things, they had mirrored the Murphys,
turning up all dressed in white! Jean-Claude and the boys wore matching
white Lacoste polos with the collars up in the French manner, and silky
brief nylon white football shorts. The shorts were thin enough that anyone
could see Paulo and Nathan's rich caramel skin right through the material,
confirming that they wore nothing underneath. Gaby and her daughter were in
matching white bikinis, tiny little pieces of fabric pulled tightly over
their chests, and both wore around the hips gauzy white sarongs through
which you could see the flashing white of their bikini bottoms and the warm
bronze of their legs. God, they looked like a yummy snack.

Whatever nervousness the Murphys might have had was instantly belayed by
the Valettes, who seemed utterly at ease. Clara got the distinct impression
that they had done this sort of thing before.  It was good to know that we
were in experienced hands.

They sat down at the long table in the walled garden for dinner, the summer
light slowly fading in the pink sky. The fresh caught tuna was delicious,
and the kids were all treated to a glass of watered wine, which in the
Murphy house they usually only got on Sunday and holidays. From the head of
the table Sean looked down at Jean-Claude and exchanged a knowing little
smile. Everyone looked wonderful, the men, the wives, the kids.

After the meal was finished Clara made coffee and the adults wandered in to
sit on the long leather sectional sofa in the living room, sipping their
beverages. Eventually all the kids wandered in and gathered around, laying
on the room's soft carpet or snuggling into the two large bean bag chairs
that completed the furniture.

"Well" Clara offered tentatively. She felt terribly nervous, and Sean
reached out and put his hand on her knee. Jean-Claude and Gaby exchanged a
look, and Gaby spoke up first, in her lovely rich accent.

"I know this is new for you, the Murphys. Jean-Claude and I just wanted to
tell you how much we find you to be a beautiful family. And to thank you
for the thoughtful way you cared for Paulo when he was injured." Paulo
smiled bashfully at his mention, looking piratical with his gauze eye
patch.

"So we were very happy to find that such a lovely, and well, numerous
family..." this elicited chuckles as Gaby reached out and patted Clara on
her arm and rolled her eyes. "That such a family shared also our moral
code. We are very glad to be sharing our lifestyle and ourselves with you."

Gaby gave a radiant smile with her lovely full Brazilian lips.

"So, we must start somewhere. I know where I would like to start. Conor,
will you please come here?"

Conor, looking a bit shy, an emotion his mother could not remember ever
seeing on the boy, climbed up out of the bean bag chair and walked over to
stand right in front of Gaby, who looked up from the couch at him with a
friendly predatory gaze.

"You are such a beautiful boy."

"Um, thanks, Mrs. Valette. Um, you're hot too." Jean-Claude and Sean
exploded into laughter at the boy's nervousness. Conor blushed, but
Jean-Claude reached out and smacked him on his Speedo-covered ass. "Mais
voici!"

Gaby reached up and felt the growing lump in the front of Conor's suit. She
leaned in and breathed on the nylon, a move that made his cock start to
stretch out. Then she tenderly reached in and lifted out Conor's growing
member and admired it, before running her tongue down the length from base
to cap, and encircling his head with her red lips. With one deft motion she
swallowed Clara's oldest boy down, and started deep throating him like a
pro. Conor let out a rush of air between his teeth. Everyone watched in
silence as Gaby gave the boy a real hoovering.

After a minute Conor was fit to burst, and Gaby took him by the hips and
guided his ass down onto the couch next to her. She stood up and off came
the sarong. She didn't bother to remove her bikini though; instead, she
simply pulled the white nylon that covered her pussy aside, revealing her
tight Brazilian wax job, and climbed up over Conor, sinking down onto her
haunches, and taking the boy's red hard one in one hand, guiding it right
into her hole. She sat down definitively, a happy smile on her face, as he
slid home past her stretched aside swim suit. Conor reached up and squeezed
Gaby's ample cloth-covered tits, and with one deft motion she pulled the
top down below her breasts and let him run his fingers over her huge brown
nipples. Gaby let out an animal grunt and slowly started up and down on the
boy's adolescent monster. Everybody watched, entranced.

Clara was distracted for a moment by Paulo whispering to Hans. The boy
jumped up and ran off, reappearing a moment later with a large squirt
bottle of lube from the bedroom. Young Paulo stood up and pulled off his
shirt, revealing his flawless, fat free torso, and then he squirmed out of
his shorts and stood there in the middle of the room naked without the
slightest hesitation. The boy squirted a dollop of lube into his fist and
set the bottle down, before greasing up his expanding pole. When he was
good and slippery he walked over and climbed up onto the couch behind his
mother's slowly bucking hips. He put his hand on her back and she looked
back over her shoulder with a proud parent's beaming smile. Paulo then
grabbed his mother's hips and spread out her ass cheeks, lining his four
inches of hard boy meat up with his mother's asshole and driving home. A
few short jabs and he was buried in that curvy bronze ass, his wet cock
only a few inches from the uterus that had carried him for nine long
months. Together the two youngsters pounded away, undoubtedly feeling each
other's hardness through the soft tissue of Gaby's sex.

Little Nathan was next on his feet, padding over and climbing up into
Sean's lap, kneeling with his knees on each side of the large man's hairy
thighs. He reached down and grabbed the bottom of his polo shirt and pulled
the front up and over his head, leaving it there wrapped across his arm
pits, and reached down to fondle the little tent in his white shorts. Sean
ran his hand up the boy's slim brown thigh, up into the leg hole of his
shorts, and grabbed his stiff little three inch prick, pulling it out from
underneath the nylon and giving it a few friendly tugs. The boy liked this
a lot, as he played with his dark brown nipples, quite large for a boy his
age. Before Sean knew it he was assaulted by two twin tornadoes, as Hans
and Jens presented themselves on each side of him, yanking their own
stiffies out of their black speedos, whipping off their vests, and starting
to masturbate furiously. Jean-Claude, who was seated next to Sean, grabbed
Jensje and pulled him into his lap with a laugh, and with one motion leaned
over and engulfed my boy's hard one. Not to be outdone, Hans jumped down
and came over, thrusting his own erection out as he stood next to
Jean-Claude, who proceeded to take turns with the twins, sucking one and
then the other.

On the other side of the rutting boys, little Marie-Claire climbed standing
up on the couch, removing her sarong with a stripper's bump and grind. She
then shimmied out of her bikini bottoms and offered her puffy pink slit to
Clara, who started tonguing it greedily. The girl tasted so sweet, like sea
salt and sweat and a slight taste of bubble gum or candy. Clara wondered if
she had rubbed her pussy with something to give it that tangy fruit
flavor. Clara glanced over and saw her two little girls spread out on the
floor, hands down their bikini bottoms, fingering themselves
enthusiastically. Sean whistled for Jenny to come over, and she jumped up
and presented herself.

"Bottoms" her daddy grunted, and in a flash she whipped off her little
triangle of see through white material. He patted the couch between himself
and Clara, and Jenny squeezed between them, spreading her thighs. Sean
lifted little Nathan up onto his feet and pulled his silky shorts down his
thighs and over his bony knees, then lifted him by the waist and deposited
him on top of his daughter. "Allez" Sean commanded, smacking the boy on his
beautiful brown ass. He nodded obediently and found the girl's snatch with
his little boy's pride and started thumping away.

Clara then watched as Sean slid down on his hands and knees to the carpet
and crawled over to their little Summer, who smiled at her stalking
daddy. Her hand was busy at work under her bikini, and as he reached for
her feet she playfully pulled away. The man let out a fake animal growl and
pounced on her as she giggled, never stopping the motion of her busy
fingers. He pulled the little girl to him, and one at a time untied the
bows of her bikini bottoms, then whipped the material off with the flourish
of a magician performing the table cloth trick. He grabbed his daughter by
the knees and spread em, his tongue going right home to her warm, wet
little labial lips, pushing her grubby fingers aside. He licked her hard
little button and slid into her soft canal, working his long tongue
furiously.

Clara watched as her towheaded baby crawled under his daddy and pulled his
rock hard cock from the casing of his tight speedo, and started licking it
like an ice cream cone. The boy had been well trained to compensate for his
inability to really deep throat at his young age, and she watched with
pride as he worked furiously up and down the cock's length with his pink
tongue, while pulling Sean's big daddy balls tight.

Behind Benji she could see that one of the twins, his back to her, had
spread his ass and sat down on Jean-Claude's big French dick. The curved
thumper was half way inside the tight white ass, while his brother, she
couldn't see which, had his face buried in his twin's crotch. The two older
boys were still at work on Gaby's two holes, and Marie-Claire slid her
incredibly slim body down Clara's until she came to a stop between her
knees, then worked her tongue into Clara's pussy. Clara felt the need for
more then tongue though, and she grumbled in a lust-thickened voice,
"Someone ride me, now."

Paulo looked up and detached himself from his mom's back side. He climbed
up off of her, padding over. Clara could see how white the soles of his big
boy's feet were when he slid off the couch, and looking up at him he looked
delectable, his hard and sizable boy's cock jutting out and up from his
slim child's body. The boy walked up as Clara pushed back into the corner
of the couch, pulling little Marie-Claire up next to her. She stuck her
tongue into the little girl's mouth, tasting her own juices, while the boy
leaned over her, resting his hands above her head on the couch, and lined
up his adolescent prick. He moved without hesitation, slamming down into
her crotch. He was well trained. The boy let out a sigh of contentment as
his balls slapped against her thighs. She grabbed his ass, which was so
fucking warm and tight. It was a lot like Jenny's ass, come to think of
it. Clara squeezed him and pulled him in deeper, while Marie-Claire got on
her knees and continued to drive her tongue into Clara's mouth. Clara took
one hand off of Paulo's butt and reached between his sister's legs, sliding
two fingers easily into the girl's wet pussy. She let out a yelp into
Clara's mouth and started shaking with a childish orgasm. Paulo took about
half a dozen more hard thrusts, throwing his slim body against her, and
then the lad grunted then screamed loudly, attracting attention from around
the room as he shot his watery boy's load up inside Clara. His dick was
hardly the biggest and he wasn't the most patient fuck, but his body was so
hard, every muscle tight and firm, and Clara ran her hand down his sweaty
taught belly, gathering moisture. She then reached down and flicked herself
to orgasm with a dozen quick passes on her clit, the boy's slim hardness
still in her. She came very hard, and the thought came to her of how turned
on she was by all these new partners. Paulo, his duty done, collapsed back
onto the carpet while Marie-Claire got up and stepped gingerly off the
couch and over to Sean, who was still ravishing his daughter's pussy. She
pushed him until he rolled onto his back and climbed up on him, ramming his
cock down on her narrow little hairless crotch.

Benji had wandered over and found his mum's cunt, and was mouthing it with
his little dagger, sopping up Paulo's little load of boycum. She padded for
Benji to climb up. the boy did and slid his hard juvenile rod into her
mouth. She new just how to blow the boy in the way he liked it. Over on the
other end of the couch Hansje had taken Paulo's place behind Gaby, sliding
his slim cock into her ample brown ass while Conor still pumped her
cunt. Jensje still rode Jean-Claude, getting maybe four inches up into his
narrow ass while jerking off furiously.

Conor gave out a familiar grunt that signaled his own firing pistol. Gaby
leaned back and started to lift off the boy, but he grabbed her by the hips
and held her in place. "Don't stop" he whispered desperately. Clara's son
could cum, stay hard, and cum again, no problem. Gaby smiled and started
back in with her rhythm.

"Gaby, I'm ready" Jean-Claude announced. Clara noticed that Jens was
bucking in an orgasm as Jean-Claude lifted my boy off of him, his dick
still hard and unfired. Gaby pushed up off of Conor, who was left laying on
his back, his dick in the air, and pulled away from little Hansje as
well. Hans looked at his now available big brother and without a moment's
hesitation jumped forward and slid back, wiggling his slim ass onto the
waiting, hard, already slicked-up cock.

Gaby stood in the middle of the room, and with three fingers reached up
into her pussy. Conor's milky cream ran down her thighs. Clara couldn't
tell what she was doing until she pulled out a bit of latex with a gush of
sperm and cunt juice. It was a female condom. She set the wet device down
on the coffee table and proceeded to climb onto her husband, lowering
herself onto his cock, which had just so recently been in little Jens's
ass, with a gasp of pleasure. Jean- Claude smiled a contented dog's smile
from behind his wife.

"We're trying for a new little one" he offered as a way of
explanation. Clara thought of Conor's seed, still undoubtedly lining the
walls of Gaby's warm snatch, and was breathless at the recklessness of
it. Clara wasn't ready to be a grandma. Then again, the chances were quite
slim she knew, and her medical knowledge overcame her instinct. Undoubtedly
Gaby had scraped most of the boy's load out with the latex barrier.

Gaby rode her husband lustily, while at the other end of the couch from
them Clara continued to blow her towheaded baby, as Benji looked at his
daddy with a proud beaming smile. He felt like such a big boy when he got
sexed by mummy or daddy.

Conor and Hans were now the only competitors left for Gaby and Jean-Claude
in the fucking department, and soon Conor was letting fly another load,
this time up his brother's back, while little Hans whipped his prick to his
own immature climax. Now all eyes turned to the Valettes, and Gaby rode
Jean-Claude like a stripper on a mechanical bull, bucking and screaming and
crying out with his grunts. Clara could see his big, tight sac draw up even
higher, and he grabbed his wife's giant round tits and squeezed hard,
slamming his crotch up as they both shot off into the stars. Gaby collapsed
onto her husband as they panted heavily. Then she rolled back, her head
going down and her hands finding the carpet, and pulled off her husband,
doing a handstand and holding it while Jean-Claude steadied her with his
hands on her thighs.

"It helps, with the baby" he offered. Sean looked at Clara and she looked
at Sean and they both broke out laughing. "No, really, it does!"
Jean-Claude offered with the naturally defensive tone of a challenged
Frenchman.

"No, it's..." Clara could hardly get the words out she was laughing so
hard. "It's... we did the same thing. Five times!"

The Valettes burst out in their own laughter, and Gaby collapsed to the
floor. Jean-Claude slid down next to his wife and took her tenderly in his
arms. Clara looked around at all the slicked up, spermy, sticky, stretched
out, sweaty hard little bodies of the exhausted kids, and this time it was
her turn to smile like a dog who just stole the Christmas roast.

* * *

After they had all made a pass through the outdoor showers, the adults sat
out in the garden in the dark. Jean-Claude produced a joint and they passed
it around, they could hear the kids high-pitched voices drifting out from
the house as The Magnetic Fields and Sufjan Stevens played softly from the
radio on the garden table. The joint mellowed them all out and they talked
softly.

"This is a new world for us" Clara offered. "You have no idea what a relief
it is to meet others like us."

"We're really the first?" Gaby asked with surprise. "A family as handsome
as yours, and nudists to boot, I can't imagine that others didn't send you
the signals."

"Well, maybe they did and we just didn't notice." Clara smiled warmly at
Sean, her white teeth flashing in the shadows. She reached out and took his
hand.

"It means a lot to us." She could hear a trace of emotion in her husband's
voice. "To know others. It's good for the kids. They are getting older
enough now, that they are starting to realize how different their family
is. I don't want them to feel alienated, alone."

"Well..." mused Jean-Claude. "You are hardly alone."

"Do you know... others?" Clara felt a nervousness in her stomach, almost
like a girl asking on her first date. It really was such an emotionally
fraught question for her.

"Of course!" Gaby laughed. "We get around."

"Not that we are ever unsafe" Jean-Claude followed up. "We only find other
free sex families like us. We never seduce straight families. If they
haven't worked it out on their own, it's not worth the pain."

After the somewhat reckless display with the IED. Clara didn't know how
much she and Sean could trust this charming, sexy man.

After the joint and the wine were finished, they got up and went back into
the house. The twins were asleep on the couch with Nathan, a Transformers
movie playing on the screen. Clara turned it off and picked little Benji,
also out cold, up off the carpet and carried him back down the hall to the
boy's room.

Conor and Paulo were laying side by side, facing each other in bed, hands
wrapped around each other's cocks. They were kissing passionately. Unlike
his twin brothers, Conor wasn't much of a kisser. He'd slide his tongue in
your mouth in the heat of passion, but he's not a boy to sit and make
out. He's easily bored by it. But there he was, and Clara stood in the
doorway watching her son earnestly french his new friend, until Benji
became heavy enough in her arms that she had to interrupt the two and lay
him in the other bed. Conor looked up with a blush that betrayed his bad
case of puppy love. She kissed her boy and his new boyfriend on their
cheeks, gave them each a squeeze on the ass, and closed the door behind
her.

In the girls room, the young ladies were playing with a couple of the
famous "rabbit" vibrators Clara had bought the girls, passing them
around. She stood at the door and coughed to get their attention.

"Time for bed girls. It's almost midnight."

"Can't we stay up a little bit longer, mommy? We're still horny."

"It's lights out. You can finish in the morning. Put the toys away now."

Jenny gave a pout and slid the two machines back into their sac. Clara gave
each of the three little angels a kiss and tucked them in. She knew that as
soon as the lights were out and the door shut, they'd finish their business
with eager fingers and warm tongues. Once you got the girls going, they had
to finish.

The Valettes and Sean had cleared the table, though they left the dishes
until morning, and the two couples made their way their back to the big
king-sized bed in the main bedroom. The french doors were open and a soft,
warm Adriatic breeze cooled their skins. "So" Sean asked Gaby, "Did you put
your little barrier back in?" She smiled up at him.

"I sure did."

Gaby fell back onto the cool sheets and Sean climbed up and mounted her,
sliding comfortably into her slot. It was a nice relaxed fuck as they lay
on our sides, mellowed by the pot and wine. Clara laid on her side with her
back against Sean's as Jean-Claude slid his dick deep into her cunt, that
beautiful womb that had given life to six of the most graceful creatures to
ever walk the big blue marble. Eventually they all fell asleep like that,
each Murphy in the arms of one of the Valettes, but with their backs
touching, their hot skin sticking to each other, little currents of
electricity passing back and forth between wife and husband as they dreamed
their innocent dreams.