Peter and Irene are ready to share

Dorothy asked, "Shall I close the blinds, if you're ready for a rest?"

Irene Dong looked at the front of her husband's pants, tented out with an erection.

"Dear Henry and Dorothy," Irene said. "May we pray together? And witness in the body?"

Dorothy looked to Henry, who smiled and nodded. Dorothy looked at Peter Dong, who bowed his head and raised it in a slow nod.

"Well, let's give you a proper welcome to Hope and to the Primitive Love Communion," Dorothy said.

"Reverend Dong, Mrs. Dong, will you pray with us in the state of nature?" Henry asked.

"We will," Peter said.

"Yes," Irene said with quiet eagerness. She opened her husband's pants fly and eased his slacks and underwear down his legs. Peter's erection sprang up, liberated from confinement. It was neither as long or as thick as Henry's, but respectable and very firm, with a golden-brown shaft and a round head with a drop of clear, slippery dew on the tip.

Henry lifted Dorothy's simple long dress over her head and peeled down her panties, white cotton with a print of little rainbows. Henry's nose twitched, scenting her womanhood. And with that, she was nude but for her LOVE pendant and beads. Despite her full, heavy breasts, Dorothy rarely wore a brassiere.

Dorothy undressed her husband. When she had finished, she saw Peter Dong lowering his wife's powder-blue cotton panties, revealing her coarsely haired black bush and feminine lips. Irene's breasts were medium-sized, soft and loose, with big dark-brown nipples swollen with excitement.

They stood in a little circle, bowed their heads and prayed together, feeling the warmth from one another's bare skin.

"Amen," they finished together, and raised their heads to look at each other.

"Sing that song, Dorothy," Irene said. "That song you sang when we shared over the computer."

Dorothy sang, "All God's children should love one another, love one another, love one another..."

It was a simple song with a lot of repetition, and Peter and Irene quickly followed along with Henry and Dorothy.

"Men and women should witness in the body, witness in the body, witness in the body, in a circle of loving friends," they sang.

Dorothy raised her voice higher for the last few lines. "Husbands and wives should share one another, share one another, share one another, all to the glory of love."

"All God's children should love one another, love one another, love one another, all to the glory of love," they finished together.

"Peter and Irene, would you share one another with us today?" Henry asked.

"With gladness," Peter said. "With gladness!" Irene said.

"Come on over to our bed," Dorothy said. "It's bigger." Dorothy took Peter Dong by the hand and led him toward the master bedroom.

Irene offered her hand to Henry, who clasped her small, cool in his own large, warm one. Henry squeezed her gently, feeling dampness in her palm. "Butterflies?" he asked.

"Butterflies?" Irene asked, blinking.

Henry laughed. "Oh, I meant, are you feeling nervous or worried?" he said. "Like feeling butterflies fluttering inside?"

"Oh, no," Irene said. "I am happy."

Irene led Henry by the hand, following Dorothy and Peter to the other bedroom.

Peter Dong was lying stretched out along the bed, Dorothy kneeling between his legs. She was bent forward, her heavy breasts brushing Peter's legs as she sucked on his erect penis. Peter looked down at Dorothy, smiling, watching her oral devotions.

Dorothy looked up at Peter for a second. I like Chinese noodles, she thought, carefully not saying anything, keeping her gaze soft and loving. New folks. Don't break the moment.

Henry asked Irene, "May I honor your womanhood with my mouth?"

Irene brushed her fingertips over Henry's cheeks, his chin, his upper lip. Smooth. "Yes," she said. "Yes please."

Irene lay down next to her husband, raised and parted her knees.

Henry smiled. He felt warm with excitement to taste a new woman, a new partner in Loving Community. But no novice. Irene and Peter had been running a congregation for several years in their home city in China, sharing faith, joy, and conjugal love together.

Henry knelt between Irene's legs and bowed his head to worship her womanhood. He thrilled at her taste, at her sighs and trembling. How wet she was already!

As Irene rose to her climax, calling out joy and blessings, Henry felt Dorothy and Peter shifting their weight beside him. Henry stayed with Irene, gently kissing and licking until she relaxed. When Henry raised his head, he saw Irene intently watching the others. Dorothy was on her hands and knees with Peter behind her, giving her steady strokes with his firm erection. Henry's penis pulsed and filled, quickly reaching full hardness. One of the special joys of Loving Community for Henry was watching Dorothy receive other men. The last time Dorothy had officiated at a marriage, Henry had been in seventh heaven watching Dorothy enjoy receiving the men of the wedding party. He had been on the edge of climaxing without touching himself, and had to excuse himself to breathe and calm himself before returning to share in the celebration.

"Would you receive me, Irene?" Henry asked.

"With gladness, Henry," Irene said. She rose and took a position beside Dorothy. "Please enter me."

Henry knelt behind her soft, small buttocks and entered her from behind. "Joy," he said.

"Joy," Irene said, pushing back to receive all of him. "Oh!"

Henry sighed in pleasure. Irene was tight but very wet. He started thrusting.

"Harder, Peter, faster!" Dorothy urged.

Peter Dong, flushed with his effort, did his best to honor Dorothy's request.

Dorothy called out, loud and long, as she reached her peak of joy. Peter could not resist following her up and over.

Irene sighed loudly as Henry thrust into her from behind, making other wordless sounds of pleasure as they coupled. Henry took some time to join Dorothy and Peter's climaxes, finally spurting into Mrs. Dong's womb with a cry of joy.

Henry and Dorothy gently cleansed their partners with damp wipes and soft towels and helped Irene and Peter Dong back into the guest room to rest up from their long flight.