This idea was first expressed by Marina. Everyone else immediately supported her, although they had almost no idea what it would look like and what she would have to endure. In principle, such a game lay on the surface, but it was Marinochka who expressed it out loud. The thing was that both girls were very embarrassed to make love completely naked. Even when during the blowjob I got too carried away and literally rammed my daughters' mouths, they bashfully held the straps of their dressing gowns (and Marinochka even topless covered her nipples with her palms), although their lips at that moment were desperately clenching around my tense penis.
Marina suggested a very interesting solution to their situation. Actually, this was not a solution, but simply a different way of looking at the problem. Her idea was the following: you need to set aside one day a week and the whole day for both daughters to walk around the house completely naked. This would help girls overcome their natural embarrassment and change things. But Marina and Vika outlined a very important condition, which put both the girls and Arkasha and me in an extremely ambiguous position. They both decided to make this day completely devoid of sexual component. That is, any contact was excluded - blowjob and all other types of intimate penetrations that give pleasure, including even simple touching of the breasts and faces of Vika and Marina with a member.
Arkady and I did not remain in debt and proposed to tighten the rules, supplementing them with a complete ban on masturbation and any other types of stress relief. The daughters looked at each other and laughed, but then still agreed to such a change. The day that we all couldn't wait for was chosen the next Sunday, simply because it was a day off for both Arkasha and me, and the girls had no homework, since the university holidays were in full swing after the session, since practice they passed early.
The first thing I saw that day was naked Vika, bashfully peeking out from under the blanket. I smiled encouragingly so that my daughter would quickly reveal her cute roundness to my gaze. But Vika first asked to close the curtains, and only then hesitantly threw away the blanket. She immediately placed her small hands on her large dark nipples, shyly covering her breasts from my gaze.
Looking at this picture, I couldn't even believe that just yesterday evening my young daughter was humming delightfully, squeezing her daddy's penis with her little childish lips. I perfectly remembered the moment when my penis trembled and began to twitch under the pressure of the caresses of my tender daughter's tongue, and streaks of my nectar appeared in the corners of Vika's lips. Yesterday these white streams flowed down the girl's chin and graceful neck, and I happily placed Vika's sweet head on my penis, lightly taking her by the hair, while my ears were caressed by her muffled moans of pleasure and gurgling sounds in her mouth. After the dick left her hot, welcoming lips, the girl swallowed everything and licked her lips, delighting me.
But that was yesterday, and today Vika was sitting in bed and still covered her magnificent breasts with her palms, until my eloquent look forced her to lower her hands and present the delicious balls for everyone to see. I literally choked with admiration and regret that today I would not be able to caress these young, responsive charms. But the rules didn't say anything about kissing, so I walked up to the girl and touched her half-open mouth with my lips. Since I was not dressed, my penis, which had long ago assumed an interesting position, moved a little from the sudden movement and passed dangerously close to the girl's shoulders and bare chest.
- Can I kiss? - I asked.
- I don't know, probably yes. "We need to ask Marina," answered the embarrassed daughter.
Marina, meanwhile, was in the kitchen trying to prepare something. Since, according to our Sunday rules, girls were forbidden to wear anything, she could not put on an apron, as she usually did, and was very afraid of the splashes of hot oil that are inevitable when cooking. Because of this, naked Marisha jumped funny around the kitchen, and her weighty breasts swayed funny in time with her movements.
I was allowed to get dressed, so my daughters decided to entrust the cooking to their dad. After finishing the culinary experiments, breakfast was ready and I called the girls into the kitchen. While we were eating, I enthusiastically looked from one naked girl to another, and the daughters themselves, it seemed, had slowly begun to get used to this state of affairs.
After eating, Marinochka clarified the situation about kissing. She said that this is not prohibited by the rules, but it is not worth trying. I quietly walked up to Vika and touched her shoulder. The naked girl turned to me, her face lit up with a joyful smile. My lips found her small mouth, which still smelled of milk from breakfast. But Marina noticed this, slyly shook her finger at us and we reluctantly stopped kissing.
And then Arkady came and it turned out that we would be photographing all day today, since Alina from Arkasha's work was able to lend him a professional camera for a day. She was supposed to come pick her up tonight, so we had time.
Marinochka decided to take photos first. To begin with, she put on a very interesting necklace that my great-grandfather had brought back from his African travels. After that, Marisha lay down right in front of the camera and looked into the lens with a mischievous smile. This is how the first photo turned out.
