People call me Buck. I'm an artist in oil colors, and a sculptor. I run in marathons, so I'm in good shape. Most women smile when I walk by; I think it's because I'm 6'6" and wear tight clothing. I have hazel eyes and brown hair. My parents were immigrants from Poland, and our whole family is very close. I have my own apartment and my own studio.
I'd known about The Primeval Woman, an annual arts festival that takes place every year out in the Nevada desert. It deserves its wild reputation. It's Federal territory occupying the bed of an ancient salt lake. Since there is nothing around to burn or destroy, the Feds have a benign attitude about it. Hence, no cops. Everything was allowable, even public sex. Since it's a very harsh environment, people leave their children at home.
It sounded freaking great. I paid my registration online and arrived late on the first day. I got my four person tent set up, complete with studio, and got out to wander about midnight. This was no earthy-crunchy festival; there were neon lights of all kinds for artists and performers to promote themselves. I noticed that almost everyone was nude so I went back to my tent and wearing only my camera, stepped out again. I'd walked about a few hundred yards when I saw a neon sign over a big tent. The sign said, "Temple of Aphrodite , Men Encouraged."
The flap was open so I stepped into a gas lit space with plenty of candles. Ay, the women! They were of all colors and shapes, aged 18-40, as the sign said.
The eldest, a very bosomy and pretty woman in her early 40's, was the Mae West of the place. She greeted me with a kiss, pressing her tits hard against my chest. It was a French kiss too. That was the best kiss of my life, except for my first one.
"I'm Amy," she purred. "Everyone of us is a devotee of Aphrodite. We've all pledged to take on any man who enters. Some of us will take women too."
I was dumbstruck as I watched her black hair gleam in the light. I said intelligently, "No shit?"
Two other women had joined us, one a very cute but sexy teen and the other a busty young Latina woman. The Latina woman began to stroke my cock. "I'm Angelina, and I love everything about cocks. Shapes, size, texture, odor, girth, and balls too."
"We all do," the very fetching teen said. "You can have your pick, or even have a threesome or foursome, if you want. What'll it be? We supply condoms, unless you just want a hand job. Oh, and there is one rule: you must get us off too."
I was overwhelmed. "What's the fee?"
"There is none," Amy explained. "We fuck for free, and very often, as our service to Aphrodite. In fact, you can come back again tonight if you have the energy for it."
