Hank teases Joyce until she can't stand it

Joyce led Gary and Hank into her house, to a back corner room with a carpeted floor and heavy curtains. A folding massage table was stowed against one wall, and a sturdily built, vinyl cushioned adjustable massage chair sat in the middle.

"Bring that cushion over, Hank," Joyce said, pointing. "On the floor there, right in front of the chair. Then that basket. Gary, come help adjust the chair for me."

Gary followed Joyce's lead, setting up the left arm and leg rests to mirror the right side Joyce was putting in place. Joyce reclined the seat and moved the back rest, shortening the seat. She sat down, perching on the edge of the seat, with her knees spread and her pelvis tilted up, exposing her anus as well as the moist, swollen lips of her vulva.

Hank set the cushion down. He fetched the basket, which had boxes of medical exam gloves along with lube, massage oil, and assorted supplies. He asked Joyce what to do to get her loud.

"Hold up your hand again, Hank." Joyce inspected Gary's father's hand. "All right. Too big to go inside me. Naomi, ah, Bernie, can get her whole hand inside. That can make me loud. Hmm."

"Whoa," Gary said. His girlfriend fisted her mom?

Joyce laughed. "It's part of the standard demonstrations when I facilitate a Women's Pleasure Circle. Usually not to orgasm. But sometimes yes. If Bernie is assisting me, she will demonstrate full-hand vaginal insertion on me. Or I will on her."

Gary blinked, imagining Joyce with her hand wrist-deep inside her daughter.

"It's also a therapeutic technique during late pregnancy," Joyce added. "Perineal massage. But yes, it uses the same technique as vaginal fisting for pleasure." She cleared her throat. "Now Hank, another way to make me loud is to stimulate me for a long time, continuously, changing a little if one zone gets too sensitive. Each orgasm is louder than the last. We do have most of the afternoon if you and your son are up to it."

Hank glanced at Gary, then back to Joyce. "Let's not wear ourselves out so the girls find us all crashed out on the floor. Should I just try my best?"

Joyce smiled. "Or course we shouldn't be asleep when Veevee, Lil, and my daughter finish with their day out together. In that case, to get me loud. I suggest cunnilingus with... hmm, one or two gloved fingers stimulating my anus." Joyce held up one hand with her middle fingertip resting on the fingernail of her pointer. "Or the other way round, tonguing my anus while using your fingers in my vagina and on my clitoris. Or a dildo for penetration if you prefer."

"Vee has me dildo her ass sometimes," Hank said. "Some of our regular swinging partners like it too." Hank chuckled at Gary's surprised noises. He patted his son's shoulder. "Didn't Bernie say we shouldn't hide anything sexual, after all we've been through?"

Joyce nodded. "If you feel uncomfortable, Gary, you can wait for us outside, or lie down in my daughter's bedroom. But I would like you to stay and watch. Please feel free to masturbate."

"Oh no, no, I'm fine," Gary said. "I'll stay and watch."

Joyce helped Hank put on a pair of blue nitrile exam gloves, size large. She chose two dildos from the basket and put a condom on each. "Easy clean," she said. "For an event with no men, my Pleasure Circles go through a lot of condoms."

Hank knelt on the floor cushion as Joyce perched on her massage chair, knees spread wide and seat tilted back to expose her thick-lipped, deep-colored, hairy vulva and her crinkled brown anal star for Hank's attentions.

Gary's cock stiffened as his father went down on his girlfriend's mom.

Hank was slow and deliberate, exploring and mapping Joyce's outer and inner labia with his gloved fingertips, learning her valley of pleasure, breathing in her scent. Joyce's nipples swelled, stiffening as Hank's gentle knowing touch became more direct, firmer. Hank breathed a sigh of satisfaction when he tugged at her inner labia with finger and thumb tips, feeling the warm, swollen, slippery texture of Joyce's inner folds.

Joyce enjoyed Hank's touch, nodding, sighing, breathing faster and deeper. until things had gone on too slowly for too long. She whimpered impatiently, "Use your tongue, Hank. Lick me. LICK me for goodness' sake!"

"Mm-hm, mm-hm, getting there, mm-hm."

Joyce brought her hands down toward Hank's head, preparing to pull his face into her cunt. Hank caught her hands in his blue-gloved fingers and ducked his head to eat her out.

Joyce's clit stood stiffly out, fully erect after Hank's teasing touches. Now he licked quickly and steadily.

After a minute of firm, steady licking, Joyce's thighs jerked, her face and neck flushed pink, and she let out a deep, full-throated yell as her orgasm seized her. Hank and Joyce's interlaced knuckles popped as her hands squeezed tightly, trying to close into fists.

Hank released her hands and moved his fingers to stimulate Joyce alongside his lips and tongue.

He squeezed thick lube onto his gloved fingertips and reached under his chin, two fingers stacked the way Joyce had shown, while he kept steadily licking her clitoris.

"Yes yes yes, there, there, inside, THERE, AHHH!" Joyce cried out as Hank fingered her ass, bringing her to another, louder orgasm. Her mop of curly salt and pepper hair tossed as her neck strained forward, then tilted back to strike the padded head rest.

Powerful, Gary thought. Joyce has powerful orgasms.

And Dad just kept it rolling, keeping Joyce coming on his fingers and tongue, changing up his fingers while he kept licking Joyce's clit.

Joyce was glistening with sweat, moaning and shaking continuously when she begged Hank to stop.

"Stop, stop. stop, I need to catch my breath," Joyce said hoarsely.

"Your wish is my command," Hank said with a note of humor in his voice. He eased back, gently withdrawing his gloved hands, to kneel straight up on the floor cushion. His chin dripped with pussy juice and saliva. "You are one hot and delicious lady, Miz Joyce Bernstein."

Joyce laughed, long and loud. "You and Gary know your way around with your tongues."