Once at a nudist beach

A family of six from distant Russia went on vacation to the hot coast of Spain to celebrate family milestones, and suddenly found themselves on a nudist beach. Will they be able to keep themselves within the bounds of decency, or will the corrupting influence of the West and the sinful southern sun and sea erase all boundaries of propriety and taboo, and close relatives sink into mad debauchery, quenching criminal lust, and enjoying each other in sinful copulation of unrestrained incest and vice?

The year 2000 arrived, and for most cursing laborers, the Millennium was a great excuse to drink. But for the Serdyuk family, it was not just the beginning of a new century,

but the year of Great Anniversaries: grandfather, Grigory Serdyuk, was turning 60, father, Evdokim — 40, and son, Pyotr — 20. Moreover, they were all of the summer "vintage" — the men regularly hatched from July to August in twenty-year intervals — apparently after the harvest, the male component of the Serdyuk family lineage systematically filled not only the Motherland's granaries in the fall.

In honor of the significant events, the head of the family, Evdokim Serdyuk, presented his surrounding relatives with an unforgettable surprise: he paid for a trip for six to Spain, deciding to celebrate all the anniversaries at once. The gentle sea, hot sand, tents, and other joyful nonsense inspired everyone extraordinarily — especially the female contingent. Daughter Valentina smacked her dad on the lips and rushed off to chatter on the phone with her girlfriends (Katka, Svetka, Manka... You're gonna fall over now!), grandmother Alevtina busily scurried off to find Spain on the globe, and Evdokim's wife, Pelageya, silently dragged her husband into the bedroom, from which he emerged five minutes later with a red face and happy eyes.

The preparations were brief, everyone took what they considered necessary, and in early July, loading their simple belongings into an old Volkswagen bus that still remembered the "flower children," the Serdyuks set off for the country of militant tomatoes and oranges.

Evdokim was at the wheel, his wife Pelageya sat next to him, and unnoticed by everyone (as she mistakenly thought), she was groping his sturdy member in his pants. Valentina, standing on all fours in short shorts, leaned out the window and enjoyed the sun, displaying her young tits to passing drivers with twisted necks and incipient scoliosis. Pyotr sat next to his sister and actively developed a squint, periodically staring at Valentina's appetizing buns, which were spinning in close proximity to his face. On the back row sat grandmother Alevtina primly, placing a bundle of food between grandfather Grigory's legs — his crushed balls didn't count: grandpa's old, he doesn't care.

The travel time flew by joyfully and unnoticed, and by Friday evening they drove onto the Mediterranean coast. They needed to find a place to camp, where they could firmly "anchor" for three weeks in the mode of "ordinary Russian savage." Grandfather Grigory took out a powerful military binocular from the times of Ochakov and the conquest of Crimea (in 1788), and sternly stared into the approaching darkness. "Over there," he vaguely pointed a hooked finger towards the wide shore. Evdokim glanced sideways at the binocular lenses covered with caps, but didn't argue with the veteran, and everyone began to descend into the dark unknown together.

The Serdyuks passed by numerous tents pitched on the coastal strip — all the vacationers were already asleep. Finding a place for themselves under the sun (despite the moon shining in the black sky), the male half of the tribe of savages quickly pitched the tents, and everyone crawled inside, surrendering to healthy sleep after the hard journey.

Morning knocked on the fabric doors of the Serdyuk tents with the cheerful hubbub of diverse speech, seagull cries, and the bright sun of Spain. The members of the Council of Elders crawled out of their nightly shelters like cockroaches and were stunned, looking at the people surrounding their bivouac: everyone around was completely naked. Everywhere the eye could see, people of all ages stood, sat, ran, and played, in their birthday suits. At most, they wore a panama hat and sunglasses.

— Holy! Holy! Holy! — baba Alya began to lament, furiously turning her head from side to side.

— Yoptel-moptel! Well, I never! — grandfather Grigory grunted and reached for his field binoculars.

While Alevtina furiously crossed a gentleman in glasses, who was calmly jerking off a huge cock while squinting to peer at someone's butt sticking out from under a sun umbrella, Grigory slowly scanned the beach with his 20x binoculars, regretting only that he hadn't brought the telescope from home.

Hearing Alevtina's lamentations, Valentina crawled out of the tent on all fours and froze, sticking halfway out: right in front of her hung someone's cock with shaved balls, hanging loose. Pyotr tried to crawl out of the tent after her and almost stuck his nose into the crotch of his sister, who was petrified in the entrance. Valentina oriented herself faster than the others, and after quickly glancing over the beach teeming with tits and pussies, she began impatiently pulling off her top and panties right in front of the astonished gaze of Pyotr, who was standing behind her on all fours.

Interpreting his sister's stripping as a guide to action, with a mental scream of "Thank You, God!" Petya began feverishly stripping off all his clothes, but, getting tangled in his underwear, lost his balance and did indeed poke his nose right into Valentina's target. The girl squealed and shot out of the tent like a cork — straight into the arms of a tanned macho who had been looming before Valentina this crazy morning.

Good-naturedly playing with the bare breasts of the stunned Valentina, he placed his cock in her hand — just to say hello. The girl jerked her hand back and backed away, looking frightened at the male member, which was threateningly increasing in size. Something fell onto the sand behind with a soft thud — it was Pyotr's jaw dropping, looking in amazement from the tent at the depraved world surrounding him. Valentina gratefully grabbed her brother by the hand and pulled him out into the light of day, like a carrot from a bed — his outfit just matched the local customs.

— This is my brother! — shouted Valentina, and for persuasiveness grabbed his swollen genitals, demonstratively waving them in front of the impudent man.

— Have a Nice Day! — the tanned uncle nodded and went on his way, steering his cock towards the horizon.

— I welcome everyone to Spanish soil, — began Evdokim, who had appeared from the tent in family underwear, and stopped short, looking at his daughter and son in biblical attire: something had clearly gone wrong.

— Why are you stuck at the entrance? — asked Pelageya, crawling out in a solid swimsuit the color of a sick mouse.

— We've ended up on a nudist beach, Polya, — Evdokim answered in a choked voice and stood in the penalty pose of a footballer: his male dignity actively agreed with the above assessment of the situation.

— Kimushka, what is this happening! — Pelageya began to lament, and for some reason covered her private parts with her hands, already tightly covered by the swimsuit from the factory "Tarpaulin and Kirza." — Now we'll have to move? — she inquired, carefully examining the African American standing nearby, whose member extended far across the vast expanses of the Mediterranean coast. — But if you decide we can stay, then...

Cutting off the argument she herself had initiated mid-sentence, Pelageya coquettishly lowered the strap of her sun-protective suit (in which one could safely smelt cast iron and steel) and looked invitingly at the representative of the fraternal people. The representative lazily swatted at midges and gnats crawling on his body with his own dignity and did not in any way become erect for the marital games of the peoples of Russia.

The Serdyuks gathered in a circle to make an important decision based on the newly discovered circumstances: to stay on enemy territory alien to their morality or to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. Grandfather Grigory refused to join the Supreme Council — the spirit of a partisan (which he never was) had awakened in him, and he was aiming his binoculars at foreign ladies, crawling on his belly across the rugged terrain of the beach and leaving a shallow furrow in the sand behind him.

With one abstaining

on the palm, and ran it over the crotch of someone's round butt, which responded to his caress. Without thinking twice, he thrust his cock into the stranger's vagina with a swing, not losing sight for a second of the object of his secret fantasies — his wife fucking a black man.

Evdokim's movements were confident and strong, his partner moaned and groaned with each thrust, moving to meet him, and he mentally rejoiced that he had gotten such a grateful and skillful ass. Suddenly his heart skipped a beat: he saw his Pyotr separate from the crowd, approach Pelageya, and insert his cock into her mouth. She didn't even realize it was her own son and began to suck him, smacking and licking the impressive head with a wet tongue. Evdokim had never had such a fantasy, and he didn't immediately understand how to react to it.

— You're not lost, son? — Evdokim called to him quietly, furiously pounding the unknown beauty.

Pyotr flinched at his father's voice, found him with his eyes in the crowd, and, hesitating, replied:

— Look at yourself, dad...

His words were unexpectedly reacted to by the girl who had offered him her rear: she sharply turned to Evdokim and gasped:

— My God, daddy... So it's you... Fucking me...

Evdokim stared in a stupor at Valentina, continuing to rape her out of inertia — he had never even thought of sleeping with his own daughter. Finally, coming to his senses, he tried to pull away from her, but Valentina held him back.

— I liked it, daddy... I want you to finish with me... Since it's turned out this way...

— Valechka, this is some kind of madness, — said Evdokim, slowly continuing to move inside her, — this is wrong, and we need to stop it immediately!

With these words, Evdokim thrust into his daughter so hard that she momentarily hung on his cock, lifting her knees off the ground. Valentina yelped and fell face-first into the sand. "I'll fuck a little more, and then I need to stop this disgrace," thought Evdokim: her slit was narrow, and he really didn't want to come out of it. Valentina groaned with each penetration, periodically spitting out sand.

— Come on, dear, I'll help you, — said Evdokim, regretfully pulling his cock out of Valentina and turning her face towards him, — let me brush off the sand.

Valentina swayed while her father cleaned the sand grains from her face, and she grabbed his cock so as not to fall. Then she began to jerk him off involuntarily, enjoying the firmness and thickness. The girl's face was already clean, but Evdokim continued to stroke it, bending lower and lower towards his daughter, feeling her hot breath on his lips. Suddenly Valentina closed her eyes, her moist mouth opened slightly, and she merged in a passionate impulse with her father, who responded to the kiss by thrusting his tongue between her lips trembling with desire.

Valentina began gently sucking her dad's tongue, which penetrated deeper and deeper, Evdokim grabbed his daughter's breasts and began kneading them, playing with his fingers on the swollen nipples, arching to meet the movements of her playful hands on his cock. Breaking away for a second from the mind-blowing caresses that his own daughter was giving him for the first time, and in front of everyone, he noticed his son Pyotr standing behind Valentina.

Pyotr pulled his sister's butt towards him and, without saying a word, easily entered her from behind — her vagina was full of lubrication and her father's secretions. Valentina turned around, saw her brother, who had filled her tight pussy with his cock, and smiled:

— Well, here you go, Petka, — she said, arching to meet her brother's strong thrusts, — your dream has finally come true! — She spread her buttocks with her hands and whispered, — enjoy it, little brother...

Pelageya was now bouncing on someone's cock, her rear was still filled by the tireless African, with her hands she alternately jerked off the cocks of the men gathered around her, and her face, covered with sticky streaks of sperm, was being licked clean by that same blonde whom Evdokim had ridden on his own cock to the shore. When enough secretions had accumulated, the blonde kissed Pelageya passionately, sharing the collected seed with her, and Evdokim saw how his wife constantly swallowed other people's sperm collected from her face by a random friend. Several foreign couples were copulating next to Evdokia, swapping partners and completing the picture of this whorish bacchanalia.

Evdokim felt he was about to cum — he had never been sucked off with such pleasure. The public debauchery of his wife happening before him only spurred his desire to unload — he no longer had the strength to hold back. Evdokim pulled his cock out of Valentina's mouth and began frantically moving his hand along the shaft of the swollen organ, ready to explode at any second. Valentina stuck out her tongue and began greedily licking the frenulum of the head, looking invitingly into his eyes.

— Come on, daddy, cum in my mouth, — whispered Valentina, covering the head with quick kisses, — I want to taste your sperm.

Evdokim suddenly froze, stretching the skin on his cock to the limit, Valentina opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue, and... Streams of seed flowed over it, running straight down her throat. Several jets of hot sperm hit her nose and lips, and Valentina quickly collected every drop from her face with her finger and swallowed it, not forgetting to lick the sticky remnants from the pulsating head. Evdokim pressed Valentina's head to his crotch, plunging his cock into his daughter's throat, and felt her tender tongue begin to play with his scrotum, milking out the last juices.

— Oh, my little daughter, — said Evdokim, looking at Valentina with admiration, — you are such a darling...

— I love you, daddy, — said Valentina and gave his head a loud smack.

Then she turned to her brother, who was already preparing to flood his sister's womb, and said cheerfully:

— Petka, come here, I'll suck you off too: I want to compare your taste with dad's.

He didn't need to be asked twice, and a moment later he unloaded into his sister's mouth. There was so much sperm that it flowed from the corners of Valentina's mouth, and she pushed it back in with her fingers.

— Dad's is sweeter, — she concluded, sucking the last drops from her brother's cock, raised her eyes and looked tenderly at Evdokim...

Valentina sat on the sand, leaning against her brother and father, and together they watched Pelageya convulsing in love spasms, captured by numerous cocks, how she writhed in a paroxysm of passion in the arms of the African, and saw how good she felt right now.

This was the first day of their twenty-day vacation on the hot coast of Spain — hot in every sense, and they understood that their lives would never be the same again...