He took off his shirt, shirt, pants, sitting on the bed, and took off his socks. Remaining in only his underpants, he shoved clothes under a beige bedspread, took off and shoved there and pants. Left completely naked, he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. The tummy is, yes, not without it, but the hair on the head is still not very rare, the hair on the chest and abdomen is not even gray. Below, from the stacks of stiff pubic hair, there was a penis wrinkled from the frost, not very long, but very thick, with a very prominent foreskin like a hood.
Without wearing slippers, the man left the bedroom, walked along the corridor and turned left. In the kitchen, flashing bare buttocks, was his wife. The woman bent down, opened the oven, showing her husband all his magnificence, juicy bud of the labia, covered with dark hair and anus hole, also covered with sparse, slightly lighter hair. The woman started, closed the oven and turned to her husband, smiling radiantly.
“Vityusha, I didn’t hear you enter,” the woman lovingly embraced her husband, pressing her massive breasts against Victor.
Viktor Sergeevich felt a pleasant silkiness on his penis, the warmth of the female abdomen. Felt the smell of his wife's hair, the smoothness of her cheeks, hands on his back.
“Almost everything is ready, Vika will come soon, my hands,” the woman pulled away, a barely perceptible blush wandered on her cheeks.
- Natasha, well, - Victor reluctantly released his wife from his arms, turned around and went into the combined bathroom.
From the thought of Vika coming soon, Viktor wanted to let a jet of sperm go into the sink. Strange, a week has already passed, and the man’s member is still whining, realizing that his daughter will come soon. The man carefully washed his hands, feeling with his bare feet the coolness of the tile. The bell rang in the corridor, it seemed that it sounded somehow modest, as if embarrassed to sound louder.
- I'll open! - Natalia has already hurried into the corridor.
She spanked across the floor, heard the sound of a lock being opened. The head of the family shook his wet hands, turned off the water and wiped his hands dry with a towel.
- How are things at the institute? - the voice of the spouse came from the corridor.
“Good, mom,” came a thin girlish voice, somewhat embarrassed, quiet and timid.
Victor came out of the bathroom. In the corridor, near the entrance door, Vika, his daughter, trampled on the rug, hanging unnecessary keys on a carnation on the wall. Natalia bustled around her, taking off her slippers, gleaming in the light of a corridor chandelier with a naked white body. The girl stuck her feet in sneakers, confusedly looking at the naked father.
“We sit at the table, my hands,” Victor walked over to his daughter, carelessly smacking her cheek.
The girl bustled down the hall and ducked into her room. Mother returned to the kitchen, father slowly walked down the corridor and leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb, looking at Vika. Standing beside her bed, she deftly removed a blue blouse over her head, left in jeans and a black bra. Standing to her father in a half-turn, jeans zheknula zipper, pulling them, exposing the same black panties.
“Dad, don't look,” she said, trying to talk in a joking tone, freeing her legs from her legs.
Jeans and jacket gently turned and laid on a chair, threw her hands behind her back, undoing her bra. Victor saw two girls' breasts, not like his wife, smaller, more accurate, very elastic, with beautiful crimson nipples. Still standing to her father in a half-turn, Vika bent down, pulled off her panties, exposing a bushy bush visible to a man because of a girl's hip. Trying not to embarrass the daughter anymore, the man broke off the door frame and went to the kitchen.
The apartment had no doors, except, of course, the entrance, three days ago, Victor took them all down, deciding that it would be even more interesting. Then he squatted near the open door to the combined toilet and bathroom, unscrewing the hinges. His cock hung down, on a bare back and neck, large drops of sweat had long been gathered. In the kitchen, sitting at the table, his wife and daughter were doing a crossword puzzle. Or rather, he was guessing his wife, and Vika, clutching her, with her hands on her knees and leaning forward, as if wanting to cuddle up to the table and hide her bare chest, looked at her mother over her shoulder, pretending that she was very interested.
- Dad, help you? - Stas son stomped into the kitchen, absurdly covering his penis with his palms, stood near the kitchen counter and poured himself a glass of water.
“Order,” Victor croaked, straightening out and placing a removed door near the wall.
And now he was sitting in the kitchen at the table, opposite the doorjamb. My wife laid out on three plates pieces of steaming roasted meat.
“Stasik will be later, he called,” Natalya put the largest piece on Victor's plate.
Looking in front of him, Viktor Sergeyevich saw his naked daughter slip into the bathroom. There was a sound of water, the man began to eat. A minute later, the girl just as quickly darted into the kitchen and sat down on an empty chair opposite her father. Carefully cutting the meat with a knife, raising his eyes as if by chance on Vika and catching his eyes on her bare breasts and shoulders, Victor thought that it would be nice to change the table to a transparent glass one. The girl was embarrassed picking meat with a fork, did not raise her eyes, occasionally pulling a lock of blond hair with her free hand. From her cheeks did not go reddish color. Natalia seemed to feel quite natural. Sitting to the left of her husband, the woman calmly drank juice from a glass, asking if anyone needed supplements.
“I am now,” said Viktor Sergeyevich, when it was over with dinner.
He put the knife and fork on the plate, got up from the table, touching his wife's bare shoulder with his palm and left the kitchen. When he returned, he carefully placed a tightly packed paper envelope on the table.
“Well, this is the first week,” he said, looking casually from top to bottom at the dark triangle below Vicky's stomach and at her tightly-knit legs.
- How many are here? - the woman said in surprise, looking into the envelope and touching with her finger the heap of new five thousandth bills.
“Wow ...” Vika breathed, as if only to say something and smiled shyly, trying not to pay attention to her father's bare groin, looming in close proximity.
“Daughter, please put the kettle on,” Victor left the kitchen and went into the bathroom.
He decided to shave. A few days ago, when the family was just beginning to live in a new way, and the doors were still there, he would often go to the bathroom under the pretext of washing his hands or washing his face. He closed the door, turned on the water and began to masturbate. It's no joke, almost constantly to see my eighteen year old daughter naked. Ah, how shy she was then! Even now I was too shy ...
The man remembered the very days when they decided everything and made this decision for themselves. Victor was sitting in the bedroom in his favorite chair, already naked, and his beautiful wife, standing beside the bed, took off her panties with a deft hand movement.
- Help, - Natasha went up to her husband, kneeling between his knees apart, turned around and sat down a bit.
The man undid the clasp of his bra, hanging the bodice on the back of the chair.
- Well, let's go see how are young? - With a hint of excitement, the woman spoke, turned and extended her hand to her husband.
Like Adam and Eve, holding hands, naked spouses walked down the corridor to the room of a son and daughter. sexytal.com Victor did not knock , gently opened the door and looked inside. Stasik was sitting on a chair, a thin young man was covering a causal place with a magazine, glancing around from side to side. Vika was standing in the middle of the room, ...
only underwear, nervously breaking fingers.
- I can not! - With tears in her voice she said, and noticed the door ajar.
- Exit all from the room and close the door! - Natalya resolutely entered the guys room.
Seeing with his own eyes a naked woman, his mother, Stas stared in surprise. Of course, he looked at porn on his mobile phone, and just videos in which girls and women undressed, showed all their charms, including close-ups. He saw both the vagina and the anus, the breasts, the pubic hair ... But what did he not see, but he had never seen it all in real life. It was not immediately realized to the young man that an absolutely naked woman had just passed in front of him, with hair between her legs, with bare breasts and the same bare buttocks, passed and stood beside her, whispering something in her daughter's ear.
- Leave us two! - again demanded the mother spoke, hugging her clenched Vika.
Stas hurriedly left the room, still pressing a glossy magazine with a car on the cover to his groin.
- Yes, you remove this magazine, let's go have a beer, - said the father with a smile, pulling his son into the kitchen.
As soon as the men finished their beer, Vika and Natalia appeared in the kitchen. Stas stared at the entrances, especially at his sister, as if she had got out of one of the many videos and jumped out of the screen of his mobile phone. Squeezing her head into her shoulders, with her face completely covered with crimson spots, the girl shyly covered her crotch with her palm, now and then raising her other hand, wanting to cover her chest.
- Everything is fine, my dear, will you have tea? - mother opened the door of the kitchen cabinet, taking out the cup.
Stas felt how his already tense cock, resolutely reached up. Most of all, he now wanted the girl to take her hands away, although his mother, who was just as naked and also very beautiful, was bustling in the kitchen without any embarrassment. The young man tried with all his strength not to stare at her crotch, covered with a thick pad of dark hair, when she turned to face her, placing cups on the table. In the end, he didn’t know how his father, who was standing next to him, would react to this, but Stas was sure of it, touched this very place with his fingers, probably licked his tongue and surely inserted his dick there. From these thoughts a member of the young man finally got up, what even more embarrassed the already embarrassed Stas.
But it was all a little earlier, but now, dear reader, let's return to the day from which we began our story.
In the evening, the whole family sat in front of the TV. All four were placed on the couch. Victor Sergeevich, with his legs wide apart, was sitting in the center, next to him, with his head resting on her husband's shoulder, Natalia sat down. Vika and Stas are located closer to the edge, at some distance from each other. The young man no longer covered his groin, Vika, too, the girl only occasionally wiped her sweaty palms on her bare thighs. As soon as the first credits ran across the TV screen, she resolutely got up from her seat.
“I am going to sleep,” she announced, going to leave the room, trying not to rush.
I went out into the corridor and reached the bathroom. She plopped down on the toilet, put her elbows on her knees and let out a trickle of urine. As soon as the first bursts were heard, a father appeared in the door jamb.
- Dad! - Vick threw her head up, the sound of flowing urine for a moment was interrupted.
- Yes, I only brush my teeth, - listening to the intermittent murmur, Victor squeezed a portion of paste onto the toothbrush.
A son appeared behind him, proving the necessity of this point of the apartment at a given time to everyone at once. Vika tore off a piece of toilet paper, got up a little, put her hand between her legs and hurried away, her brother barely managed to step aside. Stas went to the toilet and, as if nothing had happened, began to urinate, falling into the water, still yellow from the sister's urine, moving her hips, as if leisurely fucking an invisible beauty, and maybe Vika.
Natalia appeared. The bathroom was cramped, the three in it was clearly little space. The woman pushed back the translucent curtain, squeezed between the cabinet and her husband, pressing the latter’s buttocks with her hair in the lower abdomen, so attractive for him, lifted her leg and climbed into the bath. Turned on the water, feeling the skin pleasant tingling. Sent a stream of water to the chest, relaxed the muscles of the perineum and simultaneously freed from the evening urine. Urine, in two tight trickles, mixed with water, flowed along two curls of female pubic hair, and fell down, with a murmur carried away into the drain hole.
The son and husband are gone, the family was getting ready for bedtime. Natalya fluttered her wet hair, looking at a small round glass that looked like a door peephole, hanging in the corner under the ceiling itself and blinking with a tiny green light. The woman turned off the water and squeezed out her hair. Getting out of the bath and quickly wiped with a towel, Natalia allowed herself to put on only slippers before heading to the matrimonial bedroom.
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Ten days before the events described above.
Natalia energetically thrust a member into her mouth, working diligently with her hand, tongue and lips. A bedside lamp illuminated Victor's face, expressing the highest degree of bliss and pleasure.
“Tickle the eggs,” he moaned, stroking his wife's head.
The woman scraped the husband’s scrotum with her nails. Lying between Victor’s divorced legs, not letting go of his mouth, his wife rolled her eyes, looking at the blissful face of her husband. He sucked in her spittle and went over her lips all the way up, sticking her tongue out and swallowing the whole penis again.
“Now come on,” Victor raised himself on his elbows and spread his legs even wider.
Natalia knelt down and climbed forward, almost sitting on the belly of her second half. Having perched, she bent slightly back and stretched out her hand, feeling for the organ prepared for work in the twilight. Slyly smiling and lifting herself up a little, the woman jabbed the head of her penis into her anus, and Victor was always very strong from this. Licking her tongue over her lips and breathing heavily, the woman pressed a little harder, feeling with her sphincter such exciting and so forbidden sensations. But no, not daring to torment her spouse exhausted from passion, Natalya slightly moved her hand, groping the entrance to the vagina with her head. She lowered herself, swung her hair, taking the whole length of her dick, and vigorously pushed her hips, literally flattening her husband's buzzing eggs with her lush buttocks.
What could be more beautiful and sweeter than sex with a good, dear wife? sexytales What could be more pleasant as to realize, well, or in the extreme case, hope that only you have the right to fuck this very familiar and such pussy? Lick her tongue, touch her hands, as if for all other men in this very place hangs an invisible sign “Do not touch your hands and do not touch your penis!” I wonder how this sign would look like? On these very thoughts, Victor habitually ended. The wife let out a long breath, once again moved her hips and calmed down, slowly falling on her side, since the width of the bed allowed. Victor Sergeevich was pleased, despite his fifty dollars, again he did not lose face, having done everything at a fairly high level.
- May I smoke? - He asked, sitting down on the bed and stroking his wife’s buttocks wet with sweat.
After a well-done matrimonial duty, Victor allowed himself to smoke even in bed. Breathing heavily and wiping her wet forehead with her palm, Natalia nodded, looking at her husband with grateful eyes. A man struck a lighter and lay down next to a woman scattered on the bed.
“I wanted to talk to you seriously,” he began, deeply drawn.
Natalya turned her head sharply, it seemed to her that her hot and still wet 40-year-old pizdushka abruptly twisted into a knot and instantly dried out. Thoughts of children and nearly twenty years of life together flowed through his head in a heap.
- You are my silly fool, - Victor was pricked, stretched and kissed his wife in the wet ..
forehead.
“What did you think, little one?” - the man shook off the ash in an ashtray standing here.
“In general, I received an offer,” the husband uttered, and deathly silence hung in the room.
“Our company cooperates with a Japanese corporation, the president there is Mr. Yaimoto ... However, Victor will not say anything about this to you,” after a pause.
“And the Japanese ... they ... well, a bit unusual, let's say, extremely inventive ... in some things, - the man lit a second cigarette.
“Yes, I know, they are buying women's underwear, sniffing it, licking and jerking off,” the woman summed up, still not quite understanding what her husband had received for the offer.
“We will just try, it’s all for money, of course, if we give up and everything is there, everything will be as before, just a little different, a bit unusual, but we’ll get used to it, and the money is good ...” Victor said and said, multiplying the number of cigarette butts in the ashtray.
My wife listened to him in silence, shaking her head, then nodding, and the next day the whole family gathered in the kitchen for family council.
- How much money is promised? - Stas busily said, when the head of the family brought to all the proposal of Mr. Yaimoto.
“Enough,” Victor looked at the members of his family sitting on the chairs.
“Let's try, I'm in favor,” the son raised his hand.
- I join, - Natalia gave voice.
Vika only turned red, looking at both her parents and brother with surprise and horror.
“Unanimously,” Father raised both hands.
And the next day a brigade of chubby and narrow-eyed workers appeared in the apartment. The Japanese masters deftly stretched the wires, fixed the small video cameras, the most modern, “Made in Japan”, in each corner under the ceiling. The cameras were able to work without recharging for up to three years, had the opportunity to shoot even in the dark and in a very decent resolution. Soon the brigade left, having previously bowed and informed in broken Russian that everything had to be persuaded to begin tomorrow morning.
And so the new life of our family began.
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And now let's return again to the same time period, from which we began our story, or rather the next morning. That morning, Vick woke up earlier than usual. From the day the father took all the doors in the apartment, the girl almost did not eat and had never done this, but today, not even right now, she had to do what should be.
Trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake her brother and parents, the girl got out of bed and ran naked to the toilet. She sat down on the toilet, squeaking barely audibly, tried to relax, listening to the sounds in the sleeping apartment, and glanced in the corner to the ceiling.
In that very spot, winking at Vika with a green light, an all-seeing little eye was staring at her, one of many. The girl shuddered. And who is looking at him now, what does he see? What is he doing? Who is interested in watching how a simple, eighteen year old girl sits on the toilet and does her own business? While absolutely naked. Vika felt how her anus opened up by itself and a thick stick of shit fell out of it, flopping into a water hollow toilet bowl, ringing gurglingly. By itself, with barely audible whistle, the urine flowed, freeing Vika from the waste of past life activity. After sitting a little more and making sure that there was no supplement, looking tensely into the corridor visible to her, Vika decided to at least wipe the most polluted place, because at any time someone could come! The girl hastily reeled up a long piece of toilet paper, folded it four times, slightly raised herself and energetically tweaked, putting her hand on her buttocks, as she taught her mother many years ago, from bottom to top.
She glanced quickly at the piece of paper, shook her head, and sprayed around her with an air freshener. The result did not satisfy her. Not understanding herself what she was doing, Vika hurriedly climbed into the bath, catching herself thinking that she had never done it that way since she had been in great need. Namely - did not use the help of water.
The girl adjusted the water to one powerful tight jet, turned on the warm one and sat down, raskoryachiv knees to the sides. Not paying attention to the second eye with a green light, continuously watching her, Vika sent a stream of water just below her, trying to get into the anus area. The water hurt quite a gentle point, brown lumps began to fall to the bottom of the bath, the girl experienced new sensations, while exhaling with surprise. Previously, when she walked around the apartment like everyone else - in clothes, she could not think of the idea that water is better than paper. Undress and dress every time, you know, problematic. Now Vika felt unprecedented freshness and purity. With her free hand, bending the buttock and crouching just below, she repeated the procedure. It seemed to her that water had penetrated her rectum. Stopping and leaning on a little, the girl spat out another little “sausage”. And there is! With the new method, the girl turned out to be quite enough, after all, how much more shit she could carry in herself until the next time!
When the water treatments were over, Vika hung up the hose and opened the bath again. Fingering her fingers, feeling a bit like an anus, the girl lightly pressed her finger. Happened. I tried again, increased the pace and breathed more often. After a minute, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, stretched out the second finger, deciding to try two at once ...
* * *
Three days later, Natalya and Vika began their monthly periods. Every day, and then - and constantly, Victor Sergeevich and Stas noticed reddish spots and drops in the apartment.