Circassians are people whose native land is round about the Caucasus mountain range. My husband, our daughter and I are Circassians who live in the U.S. We are originally from the Eastern shores of the Black Sea. My husband and I emigrated to the U.S. soon after our country left the Soviet Union. Our daughter Oona was born here in the States. We speak our language Karbardian at home. You would not have heard of it. Most of the world has not. Our daughter speaks it too. I speak English haltingly. I learnt English in my village school. My teacher taught us the English of England. I still spell words as they do in England. I write English is short sentences. I write as I would in a school essay. I cannot use slang. Moreover I am not writing direct speech. Speech in our language does not lend itself to translation into English. If you have difficulty in reading my story you have to excuse me.
Circassian women are famous for their beauty. In our country Circassians women have a bad reputation. They are not to blame. Rich men are ever ready to exploit poor women who are good looking. I am only average in looks, but my daughter is a beauty. She has an army of admirers in school. She does not encourage them.
My family back home practised nudism. There are many nudist clubs in the Black Sea coast. We used to belong to one of the smaller clubs. On weekends in summer when the weather is warm we all go to an enclosed beach near our home. There many families, men, women and children will shed their clothes and spend the time as free as wild creatures. I like nudism. All the families that took part lived in amity. The practice of nudism was the reason for it. No one has anything to hide from the other. It was an open community.
I met my husband in one of these meetings. It is amusing to recollect that scene. When an aunt first introduced me to the man who was to become my husband both of us were nude. You may want to know if he had an erection then. He did not. What I now tell will surprise you. I have never seen an erect penis in the hundreds of hours I had spent in nudist camps. Once you shed your clothes you become as innocent as a child. You may want to know if such familiarity to nudity will lead to impotence. It does not. I will tell you what happened in our marriage night. Like most women in our place I was a virgin when I married.
After the wedding my husband and I went to a resort near our village for our honeymoon. It was not a resort for nudists. After dinner that night in the bedroom we hugged and kissed. This was of course was not the first time we had kissed, but never have we hugged or kissed in the nude. The rule in our colony (and I believe in most nudist colonies) is not to show affection when in the nude. Even hand holding is taboo.
Victor, my husband, then requested my permission to undress me. I looked up and smiled. It was a tender moment. He kissed me and then he undid my top. He went for my bra clasps when I stopped him. I requested permission to undress him. He laughed and agreed. It seems that what I asked for was against our custom. I removed his shirt and then boldly I unbuttoned and pulled down his trousers. (He was wearing drawers underneath.) It was a bold act that got him into love frenzy (I have made up this word). He now undid my skirt and then unclasped and removed my bra. He said 'Wow' when he exposed my breasts. He has seen my breasts countless number of times but to see it during the honeymoon night brought forth the exclamation. I hope you understand how different nudity in the bedroom is from the nudity in a nudist colony. When he removed his drawers I saw his erect organ. It was a thrilling sight.
I have seen hundreds of adult penises but it was for the first time I was seeing one erect. I asked his permission to hold it. He tilted his head with an amused smile. I gripped his penis as if it was a foot ruler. It was hot. He pulled down my drawers. He knelt down and kissed my vulva. He then opened the lips. I asked him why he was doing that. He said he wanted to see if I was excited enough to secret love juice. That is what he called it. He opened the lips with two index fingers and peered in. I asked him if he was satisfied with the quantity I was secreting. He said he was. He had better be for I was pouring. He protruded his tongue. He looked up and inclined his head in a gesture of asking for my consent. I smiled widely. He then proceeded to lick.
His tongue is long and he flicked it in and out like a cat. It was delicious. I sat on the edge of the cot and lifted my legs. He then licked my clitoris. He was on top of me. I received him into me. I felt my hymen giving way but I felt no pain. The next morning my husband pulled out the sheet. He was fascinated by the blood spot on the sheet. I asked him if he was going to hang it out on the fence. He laughed. It seems in our village in the days of our grandparents it was the custom to hang out the blood stained sheet on the fence on the morning after nuptials. I believe it added prestige to the husband's family.
In the States we practice nudism at home. We are not members of any club. We do not feel comfortable being nude amidst strangers. In our country we knew all the families who participated in our club for several generations. Many were relatives. The fact of the matter is that after almost two decades in the U.S. we have not integrated with the locals. Yes, from time immemorial we Circassians have been a very insular community. Unfortunately we do not know of any of our community close to where we live in Oregon. We are thus on our own. On weekends the three of us will remove our clothes and go about our chores. Oona has practised nudism all her life. We keep this a secret. There is no point in telling people who are sure to misunderstand. Oona grew up a healthy and intelligent girl. She is above average in studies. She is old fashioned in her ways. Her teachers and her school mates think well of her.
