Passion At the Campmeeting

The Joy of Nymphomania. The revelation of Koinonia. By Loveangames69. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was an impressive country estate, twenty-some acres with an expansive board fence around much of it to keep the horses in. A long gravel driveway led through woods and pasture to a large stone house with vaulted ceilings and exposed wooden beams that could be the set for a BBC drama. Instead, it was the center of a religious camp meeting, and impressed as Kyle was by the setting, he was asking himself what the hell he was doing there. Dave, a friend, had recently become absorbed with an obscure middle eastern religion that apparently had adherents in high places, and they had opened their estate to missionary efforts designed to increase the numbers of the faithful. Doing his bit for the cause, Dave had invited several friends, including Kyle and his girlfriend Lindsay to a weekend of camping, music, social interaction, barbecue and hours of boring religious indoctrination.Kyle and Lindsay arrived early Friday afternoon and found a nice spot by a small stream to set up their small cabin tent. They joined Dave walking around a series of exhibits with religious displays, pictures and literature handed out by gurus who seemed tuned into ultimate truth on a higher spiritual plane. Most members of the order were dressed in normal casual wear, although some were decked out in saffron robes and gold-colored necklaces and amulets. There were some decent flute players and tambourine shakers, but nothing to attract agents looking for the next Springsteen. The tour led into the impressive house, where Dave introduced Lindsay and Kyle to its owners, a pleasant middle-aged couple who had serene smiles painted on their faces, and then to another of his friends, Paul, who he had known from college. Paul was rather quiet, not contributing much to the conversation. Already converted, perhaps? They all attended a lecture by one of the high preachers of the order, whose resonate voice and elaborate hand gestures failed to draw Kyle into appreciation of the doctrine being espoused. Instead, his eyes rolled and wandered around the large room serving as lecture hall, taking in its exposed beams, drapes, overstuffed leather chairs and sofas and sculpted walnut tables. The magnificence was cheapened, he mused, by rows of cheap metal chairs squeezed in to accommodate the audience. More propaganda talks followed an evening barbecue on the stone patio. Kyle tried but failed to understand the attraction this sect had for Dave. His friend had enjoyed a rather wild and libertine lifestyle in college – lots of booze and women. Perhaps Dave was looking for more in life as he got older, or maybe just for “more” from an attractive blonde adherent of the order who had introduced him to it. Anyway, by the time the evening schedule had been completed, Kyle was thinking he had made a serious mistake in accepting this invitation and was wasting a weekend. He expressed that foreboding to Lindsay and silent Paul around a campfire singalong featuring religious themes in Persian folk music. As Dave mouthed verses in harmony with the faithful, Paul revealed he was not a convert, admitting he had similar reservations about the doctrine, but added that he questioned most other doctrines as well. He was just taking in the atmosphere, he said. Lindsay nodded. “Look upon it as an introduction into a different culture,” she said. “Talk to a few people of the different persuasion. You may not convert, but you might learn a few things and have an interesting experience.” Kyle’s tall, dark haired, shapely girlfriend with the deep brown eyes was an open-minded sort, and he had learned a lot from her, both intellectual and sensual. Paul was also looking at Lindsay with a serious expression, appraising her words, or maybe appraising her. Soon, even the open-minded had enough, and they returned to the camping area. Night had set in, and Kyle held a light while Paul set up his small dome tent a short distance away, then started a fire. The three of them sat around it for a while. As earlier, Paul was not a great conversationalist, although when he did say something, it was interesting. He had been deployed with the armed forces in the Middle East, and been involved in some traumatic situations, which he was reluctant to go into detail on. Now discharged, he was readjusting to civilian life, trying to figure out what to do, he told them. Lindsay looked sympathetic Not too far away was a large cabin tent. Three males and a female of college age were milling about, throwing wood into a ring for a campfire. The girl was good looking, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes, nice body which showed off well in shorts and tight blouse. She seemed high spirited, and from what Kyle could hear, had a vocabulary that did not seem in line with staid religious doctrine. Next morning, Kyle and Lindsay invited Paul to ride with them to a nearby ...