Warning: This post contains things Christians will not like, at all. LEAVE! Come back when I am on a jew rampage!
Pagans will want to emulate us though, two horny Shield-maidens ain’t so bad! I let the girls have some fun on the nude beach. Christine’s hormones have been alternately making her horny, or violent! I love seeing both. About time I let her have some fun.
Enjoy this explicit recanting of EXTREME European Female, naughtiness! No surprise Tereza, would jump on it! But, Christine, has never been boy crazy! Bulgaria has gone from just me getting to have fun, to me relaxing life long restrictions (well 35 years of marriage, and I met Christine when she was just 18, and not yet sexually experienced!) on Christine’s sexuality.
If you are easily offended, LEAVE NOW, and please wait for the next post which will focus on a groundswell against our Eternal enemy, the jew. If you do read this, you are not allowed to unsub! It will bring you horrible luck, and expect to twist your ankle, all of your stock portfolio to crash, then fall down a long staircase, and break your neck. And then an Indian, Nagger or Paki streetshitter, will rob you, and shit on your corpse! Disclaimer over!
No idea if I can even post Part II, which has been written, but it is XXX filthy! Not sure it does The White Race any good to post our now sordid sex lives. I have fallen. Christine has fallen. Tereza didn’t have any further to fall! But I think we can right our ship ‘o lust. Just, not quite yet…
Christine sported a wee bit of a hangover, and not much sleep as we got ready for Church this beautiful Sunday morning. Early liturgy, as we are driving the family to Irakli Beach later! A day of contrasts!
I made breakfast, our new Sunday tradition. Tereza kept trying to take the spatula out of my hand, but I spanked her bare bottom! Christine hung her head down, with the baby, screaming in to her ears! Domestic bliss! The little boy (he is 4!) asked me about 6M times, “will we visit the goats today?” As I surveyed the carnage our once beautiful condo for 2 adults (now 5!) had received since 5am, I smiled. I love children. And, my two insane blonds!
After finally getting dressed, Tereza looked Angelic, and her children, rebelled against going to Church in different ways! The noise was deafening, which is why I had on headphones! I pay the closest attention to women when they are horizontal, not while jabbering on, and both of these ladies know it, and accept it! “AC is good in bed, not the best listener!” That’s how Christine described me to Tereza, before I met my Czech wild mom!
“Uncle AC, church is really boring.”
“Did you know that something created us? Without Him, we would not have chess sets or telescopes?”
“You told me some guy created the telescope, and “assholes in India” created chess!”
And, I will admit, he makes excellent arguments. As the little girl SCREAMED so loud (why do women scream? Must be biologically adaptive, or they just love to piss us off! I call her, The Howler!), I switched to my “closed back” headphones, and turned up the gain. God bless RME DAC’s, and Focal headphones! My STAX headphones still let me hear all these crazy people! Mahler’s 2nd. I swear the man was brilliantly insane, my favorite kinds of lunatics!
“OK buddy, you win. It is boring for me too! But, your Mom and Aunt Christine like it, and when they are happy, they let Uncle AC put babies in them, and that is how you were born! Sometimes, because women are quite different, we do things they like, so they do things we like!”
“You mean mating? That’s boring too.”
“No, it is many things, but it is not boring. Some day, you will understand. Now, go take a shower. More than one minute too. Use soap! Understand?”
“Yes sir!”
The girls each had on mostly blue dresses, all prim and proper. Tereza wore a hat. Nice contrast to last evening, where we kept the babysitter later than expected, as dinner turned in to dancing at a Golden Sands beach bar, neither girl having on panties, and pretty proud of it. I like contrasts, breadth, and the ability to oscillate between Light and Dark. I am a Manichean, and any religion that maintains some tradition, without calling for death to Amalek or Infidels, is OK with me.
We all held hands in Church, was not a very long Divine Liturgy. I had no idea what the presbyter was saying, but the older Bulgarian women listened intently. Stepping out in to the Light, Tereza gave me and her son a kiss, leaving some faint lipstick on our cheeks, which the little boy immediately rubbed off furiously, groaning, “yuchh,” and I retained on my cheek. I like when pretty girls kiss me! I got a hug from both ladies, although Christine was stoically (Laplander Blood!) holding the little girl, who slept through it all.
“What do you ladies want to do? I’m so full after my AMAZING breakfast, no need for brunch!”
Tereza responded first, “Let’s just walk. It’s a pretty day.”
Christine, “My head hurts! I want to just get naked on a beach, and sleep!”
Little Boy, “I want to pet the goats!”
That last one was a shocker, to no one! We went home, to our ever more crowded “downsizing” condo, and the girls changed to bikinis and sun dresses. I watched. So did the little boy! Hahaha! Not bad having two Moms!
Finally, The Man who decides said, “Let’s go walk an hour. Then all go to Irakli Beach. And then you girls can take a nap, as I drive, and around 5PM, buddy, we will go pet some goats? But only for an hour!”
The family ALL smiled, the little girl woke up, hungry. And I looked up. Thank You, Sky Gods. Not sure who I was thanking, (Wotan or the many Christian denomination versions), or smiling to, to be honest. But I like to think all this is not just randomness, that repeats endlessly, every trillion to the trillionth power years. If it is just random though, a salute to whatever created, The Random.
Tereza fell asleep INSTANTLY in the car, sticking Christine with both a babbling baby, and a little boy that can ask 1001 questions/day! She’s amazing with children. Patient. Loving. I adore my wife of 35 years. Even though, she is becoming a bit of a cock slut! Life in the last quintile of life, has changed for us!
“Come what may, and love it.”
This is where you naughtier Christians, should LEAVE!
We get to the beach, and the little boy is upset, it’s a nude beach, but we have a looooong walk from the resort! And, he seemingly hates, nude women! That will change. I give him two very light chairs to carry, and he makes believe they are 1001 KG’s! Dragging them in the sand, making his job 10x harder! I carry the little girl, getting in my Garmin steps for the day! So far, only 18,000, but I will hit 20!
Taking Christine to the nude beach on Crete a few weeks ago, has created a once again, horny, Real Blond Monster! We may be soon known as “The NatSoc Swingers from Hell!” I guess to her, still being desired by young, attractive men validates something innate in females! Ever since Joan, Christine’s Mom straightened me out on men ogling or speaking to her, in my fucking presence, back in 1990 ( almost killed two lawyers in a D.C. airport who tried to hit on her, while I was standing right there!), I don’t much mind. Hey, I hit on married Bulgarian moms now too! Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny!
We find the perfect spot, after Tereza and Christine debate for a minute “Over there?” “No, over here.” “Is that OK?”, and the little boy goes bonkers, running around with bursts of superhuman energy I guess I once had! I just want to put the little girl down, before she A) Pukes on me B) Something worse.
“Uncle AC, can I be naked too?”
“Whatever you prefer, just don’t let a fish bite anything off when you swim!”
“Really?”
“No.”
The girls casually undress, as I am burning up from being the mule that had to hoist all our stuff so the women could casually walk here! Mostly families around us, hardly any people though, isolated, a few couples, kissing, holding hands, in love. Freedom. Some voyeurs no doubt, but all I can dream of is cooling off in the water! Tereza goes with me, after organic almond oiling up Blondy’s back and still adorable ass! I’m a lucky man. Marry athletes, younger men! Little boy zooms after us. Wired for sound, he is screaming his head off! Kind of a Lord of the Flies moment, for sure, he would be Jack, the leader of The Hunters.
I’ve been teaching him to swim, little by little! Today, we jump in the water to do some “distance” work! I want him to swim 1000 meters, once he stops drinking the Black Sea in! His Mom is now with us in the water, a few hundred yards away, with two men near her in the water. I know their game! I see also, in the distance, Christine has some damn guy sitting near her now, on the sand! I swear, the world runs on the Pussy Quest. Mine sure does. The alpha male lion role isn’t all pussy and cream!
We swim over to Tereza, the little boy drinking more Black Sea water than he should, but he makes it on his own. Exhausted, flapping and hyperventilating. But, not dead! Tereza grabs us both, hugs us, as I glare at the two guys! Look Turkish. Swarthy fuckers!
We go back to our towels, Christine is having a nice conversation with a naked man, a young one. He’s in good shape, tall, not horrible looking, articulate, and unlike the male of the couple we met in Crete, not under-endowed! Smaller though! Ah, testosterone! Everything is a competition! Him sidling up to my wife, pisses me off though!
Blondy, is getting even with me! I think. She has allowed me to nail anything that breathes since March. She hasn’t had much in return! Tereza, always a big fan of extra dicks, gets all giggly as she says hello to him. Dominik. The guy asks me if I mind him sitting by us, and I say, “plenty of room. The more the merrier! Nice day.” We shake hands, quick intro. He’s on vacation from Hungary. Young. Built. Definitely, competition.
Despite the fact he slid up to two of the prettiest women on the beach, and they are my wives, he’s a nice guy. Articulate. Little Man carried his American Football to the beach (he always describes it that way, so do I now!) so he asks us if we want to throw it around. Dominik, he seems to like kids, we grab him too, and the three of us go off and have a catch for a bit. Little guy sort of in the middle, so we are each closer to him on the throws! He is getting quite a good arm, but can’t catch the ball for shit!
We get back to the towels 15 minutes later, and the girls FUSS over the Hungarian guy, asking him if he wants cold water, some oranges, etc. I know for certain, while I was throwing a football, Christine was dreaming up some ways to make me jealous. She is still a bit upset about the Mother-In-Law debacle in Prague!
Tereza mentions to Dominik we make our own pure, reverse osmosis water at home, and Christine is babbling like a love struck teenager about her hangover, and how all she wants is a glass of cold, white wine! Swedes!
Tereza being 4 months preggo, and acting strangely modest in front of this guy, lays on her belly. Legs tightly together! Good job Wife 2, I am thinking! Dominik is on the far left of our massive, 500 sq meter, blanket/towel complex, in his own chair, facing all of us. Next nearest is Tereza, then the kids, then Christine, me on the other side, also in a chair. Christine, is sitting up, facing the guy, legs crossed, like a wide lotus pose, but not discretely. he can’t see everything through Tereza and the kids, but enough. Grrr! I like Christine better when she was in her “Frigid Phase!” She is peeling Bulgarian Mandarin oranges for everyone, and he is getting quite a show. It is annoying me. Intended, or not. I know I still love her, but if she put aside her jealousy, I must do the same. Let her have some fun. It won’t kill our marriage. Blood is rushing to my brain, I am trying to quiet the anger.
I nodded off. Baby crying. Wake up, the three adults are sitting in a sort of circle, cross legged, on MY blankets, eating the oranges Christine peeled. The guy, is visibly aroused. Not fully, but enough. I tap Christine on the shoulder, ask her to join me in the water. She stands up, Tereza lending her a hand.
As we walk, Christine says, “What do you want?” Snippy. “I do not like you inviting some guy to sit on our family’s blanket.” “What if he, was a she, Commander Asshole, would you mind then? It cuts both ways. I’m happy a handsome guy still stares at me. Mostly it is Tereza he is hard over. I am not going to fuck him, so relax.” Ooooff. Her hangover. Little sleep. And she really had fun with the couple in Greece. Blond reactivation mode! And, I didn’t care in Greece, because they were funny, it was a couple, the guy had a tiny dick, and I had some sexy woman to play with! Maybe I am selfish.
She wanted to go back to the towel. I ordered her, “Come here.” Still ankle deep in the water. “What? Are you jealous?” “A little, yes. But, you are good to me, so, spread your legs all you want. Happy hunting.” She looked really angry. Then smiled. Then kissed me. “I’m your old blond. When I was young, you had to fight men off. I liked it, to be honest. It was so easy to get you jealous! Men, wanting me. You “protecting” what was yours! Is this so bad? I will never cheat on you. You will always be right there, with veto power. Just like I have when you see Hana. Dominik’s really cute. But, you are cuter! I just can’t handle the cervix monster anymore. His dick is perfect for this time in my life. Tereza and I had a bet we could get him hard! Girl’s talk. You know we are like horny teenagers, and naughty together! Just relax. I spread my legs for an hour on the beach in Greece, 100 old men saw me! You liked it. Deep breaths, my love, just like in yoga. This world is fun. Let me have some too?” She put her arms around me. Not on tippy toes like Tereza, but she stretched a bit! Whammen. She smells like almonds. Most tan I have ever seen her.
Back to the towels, and I feel like the Hulk, ready to smash! Tereza, the Bohemian Libertine, has finally accomplished the last few inches of their erection goal while I was chatting with Christine. Guy is sitting there, sporting a full boner. If I put myself in his place, this would be kind of thrilling too, if they weren’t my wives!
Naughty Tereza, is wiping something off the baby’s mouth, with her ass just about in Dominik’s face! THIS, I find funny, it is so her! I do not get jealous of her, ever. The guy has a towel in his lap, but he is hard as a rock, peeking out. At least he is like only 8”, not my freakish size! Tereza is smiling, as she struts on all fours.
I whisper to her, “I thought you did not like it from behind.” I’m mad.
Christine makes eye contact with me, hugs me, whispers, “Be good. Tereza beat me to him, poor guy is gonna explode! Was I prettier than Tereza at 27?” “Honestly?” “Yes.” “You were, I think you still are. I love you, but please keep your legs together. This is not going any further.” “A little further husband? Let’s play, life is short, we will never see him again” “OK. OK. Just a little! It is fascinating! We men are such simple beasts.” She booped my nose, and stroked me, nicely, slyly, with her oily hands.
“Come on little guy, let’s go swim some more and let your Moms have fun.” Tereza looked at me like I was crazy, leaving them alone, with a strange, handsome man, at full staff! I trust them. Or, I will hang them!
Back 10 minutes later, swimming is very over for the day! The poor little boy has drunk half the Black Sea! He wants to go pet goats. “Swimming is hard Uncle AC.” Mostly, he was slapping the water! We got out a few hundred meters down from my sexual predator wives, and walked back to the towels near the top of the sand, very hidden and stealthy! Sneaking up on the sluts!
The girls are in full “please fuck me now” mode. I know this mode, but have not seen it used on another man! Tereza is in a NUDE, not too wide, yoga straddle pose, facing Dominik. Grrr. She did have the baby between her legs, but she is not fully covering the good bits! If I see pink, so does he! This is exactly the behavior I expect from Tereza! Making men hard is her passion! She’s perfected it. It benefits me, so I live with it. Could I contain it? Yeah, but, hell, she ain’t my legal wife. I really don’t care, all this is strangely turning me on. Christine is rubbing organic almond oil all over Tereza’s back, thighs, and who knows where. He is facing them both, sunglasses on, and by now he has lost the towel! They all were surprised when me and the boy snuck up on them…and looking guilty as fuck!
Had two options, break his fucking jaw, throw him in the water, or show the wives I could handle them clearly trying to make me jealous. They are. Vixens. Tereza more so, but Christine has been a super horny girl since Greece! And, this game with the Hungarian guy is tame compared to all the fun Christine and Tereza, have allowed me.
I smiled at Tereza, she was startled to see us! “Here, let me hold our daughter!” Picked up the little girl. She was now fully exposed, taut baby bump, and wide open, ready for the gynecologist! She smiled. Did not adjust a thing. He smiled. She sensually, consciously rubbed her belly, covered in oil, just above paradise. I smiled some more. This is going to happen.
I hopped on the towel, after shaking off the sand. Little girl was falling asleep in my arms. Put her down gently. Smacked, I mean I wound it up, and gob smacked Tereza on the head with the cervix monster! Dominik laughed! I got in to thunderbolt pose, kneeling on my ankles, behind Christine, toes curled to stretch them. Took the almond oil bottle from Christine, doused her shoulders and boobs in it, and began to rub it in. She purred.
“Buddy? Go sit in my chair, cover your face with a shirt or towel, you are getting too red, and please take a little nap. Good job swimming today! We will practice again tomorrow!” “But when are we going to the goats?” “When you wake up. Nap time!” He was out in under 3 minutes.
Dominik was about ready to explode. He was leaking! Whispered to Christine, “change places with Tereza.” “Are you sure, I do not want any problems with you later. I’m in the mood. And, if I tease him, I will fuck him.” “Positive blondy, but hands only, any more, I kill you all, except the kids!” “Serious? I am not just touching him, not just teasing. So, last chance, yes or no?” ‘You have my permission.”
Dominik was nearly mute, I think Tereza was playing with herself. Tereza did not want to move! She was so wet when I finally got my hands on her. She always is! The nearest people were about 50 ft away. A family, not paying us any attention. Christine stood up. Glistening blond hair, a little wet from the water still, she unceremoniously plopped down right in front of Tereza, less than a foot from the guy. She snuggled her little ass in to Tereza’s spread legs, leaned around, took the almond oil bottle, and began to oil her long legs. Knees together at first, but very slowly and sneakingly wider though.
2 minutes later, still massaging herself, her legs were now extended on either side of Dominik. In a wide V. I couldn’t see, but he was looking directly down and in to her. Christine spun around. I think for one last chance for me to shut it down. She kissed Tereza. Smiled at me. Took Tereza’s left hand, placed it gently between her legs. Tereza may not be in to girls, but she enjoys pleasing Christine. I could see the muscles in Tereza’s forearm twitching, as her fingers moved! I moved in closer to Tereza, straddling her, just like Christine was doing to Dominik, and my fingers went to their favorite spot the past few months! Inside Tereza!
This poor guy! He raised his hand to touch Christine’s foot. “Look, but do not touch.” Christine can be very dominant, unless I dominate her! This guy, wasn’t gonna ruin it for anything. Did as he was told! Christine arched back, nearly knocking Tereza, then me over! Then, Christine, Tereza’s left fingers rubbing her, Tereza hugging her belly with her right hand, leaned all the way forward, unhinging her lower back as only female gymnasts and yogi can do! I suck at this pose! Christine can also do tortoise pose, with her belly flat on the ground! Freaks me out!
Christine scanned the beach, turned around, checking on the kids, saw the little boy was dead asleep, smiled at me. Waiting for me to say STOP! “Honey, give me the cocoa butter please.” We have this amazing, organic cocoa butter, but it had melted, and was almost liquefied. Still a few un-melted lumps though! I shot some in to her right hand. Her left hand, rubbing herself, Tereza’s never moved, was also rubbing her, it was on the target! Guy had the best view. Christine gets a faraway, dreamy look when she is about half way ready to come! I am doing the same rubbing to Tereza, who is humping the blanket, and my hand!
“My husband said I could do this. So if he gets mad and kills us all, he is a hypocrite!” The guy was rubbing himself, very slowly. Shyly. Just near the top. I was hard, and tapping a bruise in to Tereza’s mid back! Tereza was nearly ready to come, she is so easy! “Can you fuck me here AC, I know it hurts from behind, but I am soaking wet!” “We will get arrested, not sure we should! Too open!”
Christine wrapped her cocoa butter hand around the guys hand, which was hanging on to his dick for dear life! At first, she remained on the outside of his hand, syncing up with him. Tereza, had begun to put her fingers inside Christine. But the way she was bent forward, she could not do much! Christine’s hips were writhing a bit, a good sign! She put her hand under his, and took his hand off. She was going so slow, they both wanted him to come, but did not want it yet, and he fell back on his elbows. His eyes were closed.
Christine stopped! She looked at Tereza. “Want to finish this?” “yes please! Husband, may I?” I was now horny, and wanted both girls! Asses up, side by side! “Wait, let’s go in the water. I will bring the cocoa butter.” Christine looked mad! “Why, we are having fun here. I don’t want to leave the kids alone.” “They are sleeping, shut up and get in the water!” She laughed, “OK, but whatever happens now is on you! I’m horny, and I do not care which of you goes inside me…”
This is the second “blow by blow” I have written, the last one from Crete, I never published, because nothing sadder for a NatSoc man to get banned for degeneracy, not jew naming! :-)
We went “all the way” in Greece, although Tereza wasn’t there, and we did yesterday afternoon on Bulgaria’s prettiest, isolated nude beach. Not even sure if I put this behind a paywall (which I am loathe to do!) SubStack would allow me to get more graphic. So, I will stop here, save the rest for “NatSoc’s Gone Wild Part II.” Will try to tone it down! Likely it must be paywall. First, let me reach out to someone, and see if a paywall even makes it less likely to get banned. I will make it cheap, like $35 for the year.
Have a funny feeling, we are both fully un-moored from the “decent and upright” lifestyle Christine and I lived almost our entire lives. No regrets at all! Have had more, and better sex the past six months than the past 20 years! Christine too, I think!
My first rxn? Who cares? Too many details I care not about when there are multiple things I could be reading, hearing, learning, doing that I don’t even have time for. Second, I’d rather be doing it than reading about it. And then, some of those action details are a little too tortuous & slow to picture even with the helpers. But then as a women I want to see it clearly in my minds eye… how did Christine “spin around”? From what position? Bet the guys don’t bother with the minute detail much, just ‘gimme the jist’ and good to go, thank you. So not surprising you got new subs from this - when did sex not sell TO MEN especially? And why do so many women try to sell it (ie. themselves) now on the internet in the hopes of making the big money? Why are so many men gay? Because it’s easy to have lots of sex & an exotic/erotic life w/o putting up with female games and emotions. It’s just the fact man.
Here’s a tip for ya’all: ditch the almond oil for the (organic) sesame oil. Why? It is shown to block 30% of the UVA (aging) rays while still letting you get the full benefit of UVB (yeah those burning ones) so your body can do it’s thang making those ‘D’ hormones. Best way to get it, but don’t stay in the noon day sun too long!
Lastly, Christine ought to realize pretty soon that all booze is aging and dehydrating - if she wishes to preserve the youthful looks she’ll ditch it sooner than later. May be the perfect remedy for a bored housewife tho. 😊
If only you wrote for Playboy or Penthouse back in the '80s, when the "porn fairy"™ would leave us magazines at all of our small town tweener hangouts. Yes, I was the idiot who read the articles. You have a great way of writing erotica. Side gig maybe? And, it's all first hand!!