Clearwater Abbey is a log building in the center or a remote Cedar forest. Walter Tucker, founder of The Church of the Universe, rents the property from the owner.
Brother Walter has a flock of about a hundred followers, a dozen of whom live in a commune at the abbey.
The Church of the Universe is an unorthodox endeavor that uses marijuana for their sacrament rather than the traditional bread and wine. Whilst not a demonic religion it does tend to flagrantly challenge customary philosophical values.
"Free love" is not only condoned but also promoted amongst the congregation. Members constantly are encouraged to couple with each other while visiting the abbey. Indeed special areas are designated for group encounters as well as more intimate one-o-one liaisons.
My husband Rick and I have been married seventeen years and have had a relatively conservative lifestyle. There was a nine-month period when my younger sister Nikki was "between jobs" and stayed with us. Nikki often shared our bed and my husband's cock during her stay.
There had been a couple of times when Rick and his friend had tag-teamed me during a visit after a night of drinking too much and smoking weed.
Our first visit to Clearwater was on a July afternoon. The property contained an old abandoned stone quarry that had filled with water and become a favorite swimming spot. Of course skinny-dipping was the rule.
At five-dollars-a-head admission the quarry was Clearwater's primary source of income. On a hot day there would be over a hundred swimmers using the quarry.
Our Buick bounced down the dirt laneway leading into Clearwater through the cedar bush. After traveling over a few hundred feet of barely passable rod we come to the gate into the abbey property.
The first thing I saw was Brother Walter reclined in a lounge chair, nude! The whiskered minister was not what had expected. Perhaps in his mid-forties Tucker appeared quite unkempt and in need of a dip in his quarry.
As we stopped to pay our entrance fee Tucker approached Rick's window. I don't know why but I expected him to have a hard on, instead his flaccid cock just hung between his legs from a bush of gray pubic hair.
Brother Walter gave me a good looking over as Rick paid his the ten bucks and we continued on into the quarry site.
The public nudity was something I was going to have to deal with. Being a bit on the heavy side with 40DD breasts I lacked confidence to parade myself naked in front of strangers.
Rick told me I could take it at my pace, gradually uncovering as I felt comfortable.
Being a hot day there was a good turn out. Thankfully they were not all men, out of the crowd of about fifty or so there were about a dozen females cavorting around naked.
One side of the quarry was grassy while the other was overgrown with shrubbery and a railway line. The grass-covered side was where the swimmers were congregated.
All eyes were on us as we drove in but soon went back to their fun when I did not disrobe immediately.
Privacy was impossible. I had worn my swimsuit under my shorts and top so when we found a spot to spread our blanket I removed my street clothes. We were less than fifteen feet from a group of five guys in their early twenties.
