Today was a big day for me, the biggest of my life so far, I thought to myself as I opened one eye and looked at the morning sunshine filtering into the hut. Today I not only turned sixteen but was also getting married.

“Get up, Orion,” my mother said. “Go fetch water.”

“Okay,” I replied and stepped out of the hut.

“Take this,” she said, putting a clay pitcher near me as I peed in the bush.

When I reached the well — a five-minute walk from the hut — my sister, who’s a year older than me, was taking a bath with my aunt in the lake next to the well. A man, who lived two huts away from ours, was filing water from the well.

“Ready for the big day?” my sister Hera asked me.

“He’s been ready for a long time,” Aunt said.

“Hmm,” Hera concurred, looking at me with her deep-blue eyes.

“What’s your plan?”

“Nothing,” I replied to Aunt.

“Well, now you can do whatever you want,” she said. “Enjoy.”

She got out of the lake and began walking toward her hut as water droplets glistened on her naked body.

Filing the pitcher with water, I enquired about my one-year-old nephew. “How’s Erasmus?”

“He’s fine. Mom’s making you work even today,” my sister said. “I’ll see you soon.”

She came out of the water and joined Aunt. I could see her pink nipples were erect, probably because the water was a bit chilly, and her blonde pubic hair was coiled together like sticky Chinese rice.

I was born in a tribe the world would consider unusual, exotic or even weird. The community, with a total population of around 200, lived deep in a valley surrounded by mountains on an island near Crete in Greece.

The houses, or huts to be precise, were built with only natural materials, such as wood, leaves and mud, had only one room and no bathroom, kitchen, doors or windows. We cooked our food outside the hut on wood and used water streaming down from the mountains to wash. The small lake is where we cleaned our clothes and took a bath.

We had been living in this area for generations and had never seen the world beyond the mountains. We had no idea what lay behind those mountains. That was because we considered the mountains holy so we never set foot on them. And nobody from the other side had ever crossed the mountain or seen us.

So for us the whole world started and ended with our tribe. There was no school, hospital, electricity or any other modern amenity. We ate whatever we grew or hunted and survived on subsistence farming and animal hunting.

In our tribe men and women covered only their lower part with a loincloth, leaving the top bare. Unlike the outside world, nudity for us was as normal as the sun rising in the east.

The second thing that set us apart from the world was that women ruled the whole community. They took decisions, gave orders and ran everything. While both men and women worked shoulder to shoulder on farms, hunted animals and did household chores, it was women who called the shots.

This had roots in the goddess we worshipped and whose teachings we followed. Goddess Hyacinth originally came to this land decades ago from the Netherlands with a small band of believers and decided to set up roots here.

Her beliefs were simple: protect the earth, treat trees, mountains and rivers as holy and share everything. If you want eternal happiness then don’t believe in mine or yours, but in us, in sharing whatever you have. This was the philosophy we followed.

Of course, there were few instances from time to time of people not respecting the beliefs, of people lying or stealing or cheating. But they were swiftly dealt with. Whether young or old, man or woman, girl or boy, the rule-breakers would be brought to the community square and told to bend over a wooden log and then their bare bottoms would be whipped with birch in front of others until their white skin was completely red.

How many times they were whipped depended on the nature of their crime and age. This was decided by the matriarch of the tribe. The punishment was always administered by a woman. So whether it was a tall, physically strong young man or an old woman, all were whipped by women.

The third factor that differentiated us was how we viewed sex. We treated it like any other activity, such as eating food or taking a bath, but there were certain rules around it. One was that sex with minors was forbidden. While small indiscretions like kissing were overlooked, anything major meant a march to the community square and getting such a whipping on the ass and back that the skin would come off.

The second rule was that it was the woman who decided who she wanted to marry and when. Once she attained adulthood, she became in charge of her life and in charge of her husband and children. From then on, she ran the show.

The last, and the most important factor, related to how an adult woman conducted her sex life. If a woman wanted to get married all she had to do was tell the man that she wanted to marry him and then inform the community. She was free to tie the knot with a single or married man. If a man was already married then he would have to devote equal time to all his wives. That was his duty and any complaint by any of the wives meant punishment.

On the wedding day, the bride was taken to the lake by female relatives who would apply a special mud that reportedly was good for skin all over her body and then give her a bath.

After the bath, her family members would paint different images on her body. On her back would be a picture of a tree as trees symbolized long life, on her stomach an image of a child and on her inner thigh a large phallus to symbolize fertility.

Then she would put on a new loincloth made with finest animal skin and simple jewelry like a necklace or bracelet.

Once ready, she would walk down with the women of the house to the square where the whole community would be already drinking, singing and dancing.

The groom was also prepared for the big day. He would lie down on a rug on the floor of the house and his mother, or grandmothers if the mother was not alive, would apply mud all over his naked body, including his private parts, and then the women of the house would massage his body, both front and back. Then he would be given a shower to get rid of the mud.

After that, his mother would bring a bowl of goats’ milk and dip her fingers in it and wash his penis with the milk. Then she would stand in front of him with the bowl and he would masturbate in it.

The reason behind this ritual was that washing the penis with goats’ milk and then mixing his semen in it was supposed to result in healthy and beautiful babies.

Another reason, which was never stated but made sense, was that if the groom masturbated just before consummating his marriage then he was likely to stay inside his wife for longer.

With the business taken care of, the mother would put on a shiny headgear on the groom’s head and tie a red loincloth around his groin. The red color was considered a symbol of virility. Then the women would lead him to the square. If the groom was already married then his wife would carry out all the functions with her mother and her mother-in-law helping her.

In the square, both the bride and the groom would bow in front of a stone that Goddess Hyacinth carried with her when she first made the journey from the Netherlands to Greece. Then they would sit down on a rug made of animal skin and put a necklace made of animal bones around each other’s necks.

They would stand up, toast the local liquor and the father would lead his daughter to a raised platform and the mother her son where she would give the bowl of his semen mixed with goats’ milk to her daughter-in-law and she would drink it for healthy and beautiful babies. Then she would lie down on the platform and her husband would make love to her with the whole community celebrating the wedding.

After the marriage was consummated, his mother and mother-in-law would come to the couple and shower them with flowers and wish them a happy life.

In our culture, a girl was forbidden to have a physical relationship before achieving adulthood, but once she was mature she could sleep with whoever she wanted and whenever she wanted.

Since we believed in sharing everything, a woman was completely free to share her body with whoever she wanted without any boundaries. But the decision to sleep or not was up to her. If she did not want to sleep with someone then the person could not force her.

While a woman was free to choose whoever she wanted, there were certain customs a new wife was supposed to follow on the first three nights. Her first partner would be her husband, then her own father, then her brothers if they were adult, then her father-in-law and then her brothers-in-law.

On the first night, only her husband and her father would sleep with her, then she would share herself with the others in the next two days. Since we didn’t believe in monogamy, the first husband was considered the father of the children even if he wasn’t biologically.

When my sister, who is five feet and five inches and full-figured like our mother, got married, my mother, my grandmother and other female relatives gave her a bath and then we all prepared her for the wedding. As she stood with her arms and legs spread wide, my aunt colored her blonde pubic hair bright red with her fingers with a concoction she herself had made using flowers and herbs.

I, on the other hand, drew lips around her pink nipples on her voluptuous breasts. Mom, meanwhile, created a long cock with its head reaching the pubic hair.

And this practice of doing everything without any shame or guilt wasn’t just confined to heterosexual couples. Men had sex with other men in front of their own wives and mothers, and women played with each other without any shame or guilt.

One of my uncles used to openly fuck his male friend right in front of us. So we used to share everything, from food to bed.

For instance, my mother, who is five feet and six inches tall with long blonde hair and big breasts and Amazon-like bush, told me how my grandfathers and father were always hungry for her milk.

“The moment I came of age, all three of them started chasing me. It was like they were waiting for me. But they weren’t satisfied with just having me, they wanted more. When I became pregnant with you, they wouldn’t leave my nipples alone. As soon as I would finish feeding you, they would start begging for milk. Whether I was working on the farm, taking a bath in the lake or walking in the square, they just wanted me to feed them.”

“What did you do,” I asked.

“What could I do? I would sit down and let them suckle my tits. Your grandmother and uncles used to get angry at them, but that didn’t deter them. One afternoon I was coming back after visiting your aunt when your grandfathers and father began begging for milk saying they were hungry, so I put you down on the ground and all three had their fill right in the square.”

“Did you get angry?”

“No, if somebody asks for it nicely, you give it to them. I shared it with many in the community.”

This closeness had its other benefits too. When a woman died while giving birth to her fifth child, my sister and another woman took the duty of feeding her two youngest children. So every day the father brought the two-year-old boy and the one-day-old girl to my sister’s house and she would sit cross-legged while both kids sucked her tits.

Sometimes Erasmus and the two children weren’t the only ones seeking her nipples. Our father and grandfathers and other men too enjoyed the pleasure of drinking the fresh and warm milk right from the source, her pink tits.

However, I didn’t have to stand in line like them and wait for my turn. Her big boobs were always there for me. Sometimes in the evening when all of us gathered near the lake, I would simply put my head on her lap, cup her boobs and start drinking her milk.

Just like every other community, we had our share of interesting characters. There was one man who enjoyed giving massage to women over everything else. It was said he became obsessed with massage after one day his mother asked him to massage her legs as her thighs were paining a lot. She lay down on her stomach and he knelt down near her leg.

He initially started by massaging her calf muscles but soon his hands were touching the back of her knees and then they were on her thighs. Watching her lying down in a loincloth that barely covered her private parts and the sensation of touching her bare thighs with his fingers, with the blue veins running down all the way from her crotch to her toes, was something he had never experienced before.

He found the experience so arousing that he came in his loincloth there and then. He knew he couldn’t continue the session and he didn’t want his mother to find out that he came just by touching her skin, so he quickly made some excuse and ran away. But from that day onwards massaging women was the only thing that got his juices flowing.

Since everyone in the community knew this, many times women would go to him and lie down on the ground naked and he would slowly start massaging their whole body, from neck to their toes. From grandmother to granddaughter, he was ready to serve all.

Another interesting character was one of my cousins. He was turned on only by men, never by females. I noticed it early on that he found men attractive, but his mother and sisters discovered it much later.

His sister was getting married and she wanted him to prepare her, but he instead went to her would-be husband’s house and told the groom’s mother that he wanted to apply a paste he had made on the groom’s body. Needless to say, he was thrown out of the house.

Then after marriage, his sister offered her body to him, but he ran away. The next day his siblings pinned him on the ground and his mother aroused him by taking his cock in her mouth but as soon as his sister took it inside her pussy, he went limp. Both his sister and mother took turns sucking his dick, but he simply refused to fuck either of them.

It was only later he got what he wanted. He was sitting outside the hut when his mother called him so he went inside. His brother-in-law was pounding his sister’s pussy and his mother was sitting nearby.

“It’s your turn now, Hypnos,” his mother said to him.

Before he could understand, his brother-in-law left his sister and came to him. In one sudden motion, he took off Hypnos’ loincloth and made him kneel down between his mother and sister. As soon as he was on his knees, his brother-in-law rammed his already erect cock in his mouth and pushed it as far as he could. He kept fucking his mouth until his cum was all over and inside his mouth.

Hypnos, who hungrily wrapped his arms around his brother-in-law’s thighs, discovered true happiness that day thanks to his mother, sister and brother-in-law.

Then there was a guy who found it impossible to keep it hard – he always came within seconds. Everybody in the community, even the women, called him Quickie. One day he came to meet us in our hut and Mom began talking to him.

“Why do you get so excited so fast? Why does it happen?” Mom asked him.

“I don’t know,” he replied. Although he was talking to her, he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at the floor, with his head bowed.

“Come here,” she said. She untied his loincloth and taking his hands, she placed them on her breasts. As soon as she did that, his cock went as hard as a rod.

“Play with them, but don’t think about them. Now I’m going to touch you, but don’t get excited. Think about something else.”

He gently began caressing her boobs as she wrapped her fingers around his dick and started slowly stroking him. I think she hadn’t even given it three strokes when he tilted his head back and came all over Mom’s neck and breasts. Without even looking at him, my mother squeezed his cock tightly and wiped the last drop of his cum with his loincloth and then wiped herself with it.

“Quickie, you’re useless. Get out, nobody can help you,” my sister said to him slapping his bare ass.

But this wasn’t the only time Mom tried to help someone.

There was a girl who found the first time she had sex with a guy so painful that she refused to let anyone enter her vagina. Her father, her brothers and other men had full access to her ass, but they were forbidden to even touch her vagina. Her mother and others repeatedly told her that her fear was just psychological, but failed to change her mind.

When Mom heard about it, she called her and her parents to our hut. Mom served the guests homemade liquor and after just two or three sips the girl was struggling to even sit straight. I later found out that Mom, after taking permission of the girl’s mother, had mixed something in her drink. The girl began slurring her words and her body was so hunched over that her nipples were touching the floor.

Convinced that the girl was under control, Mom signaled the girl’s dad, who immediately took off his loincloth and without even attempting any foreplay pushed his raging cock into his daughter’s pussy. She let out a soft scream, but he kept pounding her until the last drop of his cum was inside her.

As soon as he was finished, my dad shoved his dick in her and while he was fucking her, her mother went and brought the girl’s brothers who took turns in ramming their cocks.

After they were done, her father went for the second round and while he was on top of her, she regained her senses, but instead of pushing him away, she clasped her legs around his back and dug her nails into his ass as he kept fucking her.

Another situation where she lent her hand concerned a man who had slapped one of his wives in a fit of anger. As punishment, all three of his wives and other women refused to have sex with him. Initially, the man didn’t react, but slowly he became frustrated and after four months of drought, he completely broke down.

One evening all of us were sitting near the lake when he came to my mother and began begging her to resolve his problem.

The man was standing stark naked right in front of Mom, with his cock fully erect. Mom, also completely nude, was sitting cross-legged, while the guy who loved giving massages was kneeling behind Mom’s back, his hands were massaging her bare shoulders and his dick was poking her back. To me, it looked like Mom was either oblivious to his cock or so used to it that she didn’t mind it.

“So how can I help you?” Mom asked.

“Please talk to them and tell them I’m really sorry.”

“What do you think?” Mom asked the masseur.

The masseur stood up and came next to Mom; his cock was inches away from her face.

“He should it cut it off and throw it away. He doesn’t need it now,” he said pointing to the man’s dick.

“Where do you want to put it?” Mom asked as she clasped his cock in her hand. “Do you want to put it here,” she said, shoving her middle finger in her pussy. “Or here?” She took out the finger and put it in her mouth.

“Tell me,” she said, teasing him with a smile.

“I’ll do anything, but you’ve to help me,” he pleaded.

“Okay, come with me,” she said as she dragged him holding him by his cock.

She took him where his wives, mother and in-laws were sitting.

“He’s ready to repent. Aren’t you?” Mom said, cupping his balls tightly.

“Yes, I’m ... I’m really sorry.”

“We can’t let you go without punishing you,” one of his mothers-in-law said.

“I’ll do anything,” he replied.

“Of course, you’ll, otherwise it will grow rusty,” she said, referring to his cock, which my mom was still holding.

“Good. Now here’s your punishment. Every morning you’ll fetch wood from the forest for your family for one whole month,” Mom said.

Turning to the kids playing nearby, she said: “And don’t let me catch you all helping him. Okay?”

Releasing his cock from her fist, she said: “Now go unload your four-month-old reserve.”

Without hesitating for even a second, he rushed to his wives.

Then there were all kinds of dirty talks. Once we were plucking carrots from the field when I accidentally left one carrot on the ground.

“Don’t leave it there. Bring it here,” my mother said.

“Now, this is what I call good size,” she said taking the carrot from me.

“What do you think, sis?”

“Oh, this is big enough for me, but not for you,” Aunt replied.

“Don’t worry about me. For me, anything is good as long as it’s pounding me.”

One afternoon I was taking a break with a friend after working on the field whole morning when Mom and Aunt came and sat down near us after putting the wood they were carrying on the ground.

My aunt looked at my friend and said: “It has been a long time. Come here.”

With that, she got on all her fours and loosened her loincloth. Taking off his loincloth, he went behind her and tightly gripping her hips, he started pounding her bum hole.

“Good boy, you’re a good boy. Yes, that’s it, I need it,” Aunt said, as her voluptuous breasts began rocking faster and faster.

He soon filled her hole with his cum, with few drops trickling down her thighs. After he was finished, she took him to a nearby water channel and he washed her hole and legs.

Once he was gone, Mom said: “Remember when Zeus [Aunt’s husband] wanted to put it in there, but you didn’t let him, because you were scared. And you even refused Dad.”

“Yes, I remember,” Aunt said. “Your mother is smart. When she saw I was scared, she put one finger inside my behind and asked me whether it was paining. When I said no, she inserted two fingers and then she finally convinced me,” my aunt said to me.

“I had to because Mom and others were getting angry that you were breaking the rule of not sharing everything,” my mother replied, looking defensively at me.

“Yea, yea. You and mother are champions in sharing everything. Both of you are always ready, always.”

“What can I say ... I just love doing it,” Mom said, caressing her thighs. Blowing a kiss to us, she got up and began walking toward the hut with a pile of wood on her head.

While we had many festivals, the biggest one was celebrated at the end of the harvest season. The whole community would come together and prepare food and drinks. In the evening, the square would wear a festive look, with adults dancing and drinking and children running around.

The highlight of the night was sort of a contest: Every year one family was chosen by the women of the community as the best family based on how much the family helped others, how much food it contributed to the communal pool and whether it followed all the rules.

The chosen family was not only given a bigger share from the food bank, but all the adult men were supposed to serve all the women members of the family the whole night.

One year our family was selected so, after lots of drinking and naked dancing, the female members were called onto the stage. My mother, my two step-mothers, my sister and three half-sisters all went and stood on the stage.

All of them were completely nude. Just for this one night, they could not refuse any man that wanted them. So one by one the men began going up on the stage and started fucking my mother, sister and others.