Gary waits for Trent to do Debbie

"How about you take care of Debbie first, and then you and me," Gary told Trent. "Keep it simple this time."

"This time, dude," Trent said. "But I want to be the middle man with you, Gary. You, fucking me into Debs, or Bernie if she's game. It'll be awesome."

Bernie shrugged and smiled. Sure, whatever, as long as he brings Debbie, Gary took for her answer.

Gary laughed. "Okay," he said. "Baby steps."

"Dude," Trent said. He looked to Debbie. "Babe?" He held out a hand to his girlfriend, still kneeling in Joyce Bernstein's steel-framed massage chair.

"Thanks, cutie. I'm Debbie, fly me!" She laughed, flushed and giggly from her first orgasm, and accepted Trent's help to stand up. "Now show Gary what you can do."

Joyce smiled. "Over here," she said, gesturing to the other side of her massage studio, where a firm foam floor mattress had been unfolded. "Help me set up, Gary."

In short order, Joyce and Gary arranged a thin top pad across the folding mattress and covered it with three layers of sheets that looked like they'd been washed and used many times.

"Nicely done, Gary. You'll be a great help if you're around for one of my workshops," Joyce said.

"Mom?" Bernie said. "Your Pleasure Circles?"

"Set-up and tear-down is very important," Joyce said. "Oh, you meant participating? Betty and I have done couples and co-ed workshops. Gary would be welcome to participate, but an extra hand would be helpful for the Women's Pleasure Circles. Especially with tear-down." She laughed. "Just roll me up with the mattress, afterwards."

Debbie giggled loudly. "Ooh Trent that tickles! Wait, wait!"

"I can't wait, babe. You call, I come."

Trent stood behind Debbie, his erection resting along the groove of her buttocks. He quit tickling and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Do pardon me," Joyce said. "I talk too much. You're guests in my house, but I'm the guest at your party."

"You're cool, Miz Bernstein," Trent said. "Debs loves your book. I love your place. You've got magic fingers that pop my wood. And I want to learn that trick and use it on Stu. He'll love it. And Kevin, heh heh, it'll blow his mind."

"Yeah, I want to see you do that," Debbie said. "Haha Kevin, I'm not that into guys. Blow his top, cutie. Hey, is that mattress ready?"

Debbie slipped out of Trent's arms. She stretched out on the freshly made-up floor mattress, rolling her shoulders and hips. "I'm already feeling so good. Bernie? I want that again, you were great. Trent, cutie? In me."

"Babe, hang on," Trent said. He looked to Gary. "Menard? Make me wet for Debs."

Gary knelt in front of Trent, giving the other young man a quick oral stiffener. Trent's cock pulsed in his mouth. Gary heard a sigh of pleasure from Stuart's favorite boy toy. He sucked harder. Trent groaned.

"Ooh yeah, cutie," Debbie said. "That's so hot. I love watching guys suck you. Is he good?"

"Too good," Trent says. "I'm gonna want this, regular. Stu gets busy, and where else am I gonna go? Oh fuck that's good. Enough, I gotta save it for Debs."

Gary leaned back. It felt good having that power, to bring pleasure. If he couldn't have Pete, well, Trent was at least reliably horny and less annoying than he used to be. Debbie had been good for him.

"C'mon, cutie, I'm ready!" Debbie said. She raised her knees and spread her legs. Trent mounted her and entered with a smooth, long thrust. "Ooooh babe, yes!"

Bernie brought a floor cushion and had Gary sit down beside her. She took his hand in hers as they watched the other young couple. Joyce sat behind them on her own cushion. She leaned forward and put her hands on Gary and Bernie, a warm, flat palm resting right above their buttocks.

"Watch me, I'm going to come so hard," Debbie said. "Watch me." She looked at the other three as Trent gave her steady thrusts from above. "Oh I'm. Oh I'm." Debbie closed her eyes. Her cheeks glowed pink. "Oh, cutie, come in me, make me come!"

Bernie squeezed Gary's hands as they watched. Joyce's palms were warm against their backs. Bernie and Gary heard Joyce's breathing get faster and deeper. Her hands grew moist as she watched Trent and Debbie together.

Trent gave Debbie a flurry of hard thrusts. His shoulders tightened. He moaned and stiffened, his hips pumping by reflex, smacking into Debbie with audible slaps, then he moaned loudly and held tight, quivering against her. Debbie squealed, her pelvis grinding up against his, as his climax fired her off.