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This story is a sequel to my 'Minding Matty' story published in the Gay Adult/Youth category.
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Life Gets Better (Chapter 10)
By Peter King
Matty was going to be away at his grandparents one weekend and Clare invited me over for Saturday.
I arrived and Anya opened the door. She was naked. I looked up and down her smooth brown body, admiring her taut stomach, her small but perky breasts, her trimmed bush of hair over the pubic mound. I noted that her nipples were quite prominent and wondered what she and Clare had been up to before I arrived.
It became clearer when I walked into the living room. Clare was sitting on the sofa, legs spread wide, exposing her vulva which was engorged and wet. I could see her hard clitoris protruding from its protective fold of skin. Her nipples were also upstanding and also, I noticed, wet -- I guessed Anya must have been licking or sucking them. Clare's arms were spread out on the back of the sofa.
Anya walked over to the sofa, bent over Clare and they started kissing. I quickly shed my clothes, dropping them on the floor in my haste.
Anya's backside was towards me and I walked up and started to stroke it, running my hands over her buttocks, between her legs, up and down the inside of her thighs. Anya moved her mouth down to Clare's nipples and sucked, licked and nibbled them. I moved closer to Anya and rubbed myself against her bum. My cock had started to harden when I first saw Anya naked and seeing Clare in that wide-open, inviting position had completed the process.
I pressed the length of my cock between Anya's bum cheeks and felt her squeeze them together to hold me there.
Anya resumed kissing Clare and with her hands started stroking and kneading Clare's breasts. I knelt down, pushed Anya's legs apart and, on hands and knees, crept between them towards Clare's inviting cunt. I licked it starting from the bottom and slowly up until my tongue reached her clit. She shuddered and gasped as I touched it. I moved back down, exploring the entrance to her vagina, then back up again. Clare started to writhe about. My lips concentrated on her clit and I started to finger her vagina, sliding first one finger and then two in and gently stroking and stimulating her. Clare was bucking about as Anya and I brought her towards her climax.
Clare cried out as her body started spasming. I could feel her muscles compressing my fingers inside her. I carried on nuzzling and licking her clit and she continued to writhe and cry out. Anya was sucking her nipples.
We kept this up for over a minute and Clare started crying out that we should stop. But we didn't and carried on making her cum again and again. Clare hadn't moved her arms from the back of the sofa all this time and I took that to mean that she really wanted us to continue.
After a further full minute, we did slow down and allowed Clare to to come down from her extreme sexual high.
Anya and I sat down facing each other on the rug in front of the sofa. We could see that Clare's vulva lips and clit were softening and becoming less engorged. Anya reached out and took my hand and licked the fingers that had been inside Clare, enjoying the taste of Clare's juices.
Then she leaned forward to where I was sitting cross-legged and took the tip of my cock in her mouth. I was rock hard. She sucked me and with one hand held and played with my balls, stroking the soft skin of my scrotum. I leaned back on my straight arms and just enjoyed the sensations. Clare remained unmoving on the sofa watching us.
Anya pushed her hand further under me and I felt her fingers run along my perineum to find my hole and she stroked that. I lifted my body a bit to give her better access but she told me to get on my hands and knees. At first I did it facing her, sideways on to Clare, but Anya pushed me so that I ended up with my backside towards Clare so she could watch. Anya put her thumb in her mouth and made it wet, then she moved behind me and I felt her push the tip of her thumb against my anus. She worked her way in, jiggling her thumb about as she pushed. Her fingers, in the meanwhile were stroking the area between my hole and my balls.
Her other hand stroked my bum cheeks for a while but then moved round my body and grasped my penis. Her thumb inside me was pressing on my prostate and I was dripping pre-cum. She slicked it over my cock, using it as lube to masturbate me. I started gasping as I got nearer to my climax but then Anya stopped. She let go of my cock and withdrew her thumb. I was left kneeling on the floor panting.
Anya lay down on her back and slid under me. I thought she would take my cock in her mouth but she pushed it aside and started licking and mouthing my balls. Her fingers gripped the base of my cock but avoided touching the head. I then felt another sensation on my hole. Clare had got off the sofa, kneeled down behind me and was rimming me. My state of arousal was through the roof!
I needed to cum! I moved my hand towards my cock but felt a slap on my bum and Clare told me off.
"No touching" she ordered before resuming licking me and pushing her tongue inside me.
Anya in the meanwhile released my balls and starting nibbling and sucking my nipples.
"Lie on your back" Clare instructed me. She and Anya moved aside as I did so. Clare lifted my legs and bent me double, exposing my hole. She told me to grip my legs with my arms and hold myself in that position.
Clare fetched something from the table and I heard it start buzzing. She pressed the vibrator against my arse and slid it in. Anya alternated massaging my stomach just above my cock and stroking my balls. The vibrator did its job and I started shooting cum. The first couple of spurts landed in my hair, successive ones on my face and chest. The vibrator kept me shooting and then trickling cum that dripped onto my stomach. I had been crying out while this was happening -- cumming without anyone or anything actually touching my cock was a very intense sensation.
Clare withdrew the vibrator and I released my legs and lay flat on the floor, gasping for breath. Anya and Clare both knelt over me and licked me clean, Anya starting at my cock, Clare at my face. They worked their way along my body and then kissed each other when they met over my chest.
I slowly recovered while Clare and Anya stood up and hugged each other, running their hands over each others body, kissing passionately.
Clare then announced that it was Anya's turn and told her to kneel on the floor. Anya did as told and got down onto her hands and knees. I kneeled behind her and stroked her vulva and backside. Clare pushed my hand aside and placed the vibrator she had used on me at the entrance of Anya's anus. She dripped some lube onto it and then she slowly pushed it in as far as it would reach. She hadn't turned it on.
Then she retrieved her other vibrator from the table, the big one that she had once fucked me with. She put the tip of that against Anya's cunt, added lube and, again slowly, pushed it fully in.
While she was doing that, I had draped myself over Anya's body and was fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Anya was in a state of extreme arousal.
Then Clare switched the two vibrators on.
Anya screamed as the vibrations hit her internal organs, causing her to climax. She writhed and twisted in reaction to the overwhelming feelings deep inside her body. I held her tight as she sobbed with pleasure.
Anya's climax continued and she carried on crying out and struggling. Clare let this go on for a couple of minutes before switching the vibrators off and withdrawing them from Anya's body. Anya collapsed on the floor.
I lay down beside her on my back and Clare joined me. Anya rolled over and the three of us lay there, staring at the ceiling, all of us still in recovery.
My cock had deflated and lay on my stomach but it was still very sensitive. Having cum without my cock being touched had left some tensions unresolved. I reached down and held it in my hand. It quickly stiffened and I started to jerk off, Clare and Anya watching but not joining in. I ran my hand along my erection, stroking it from base to tip and back again. I continued for a short while feeling the build up of pressure. I held out against it as long as I could but then I erupted, shooting yet more cum over my stomach and chest.
I released my cock and as I lay there recovering, Anya and Clare each reached out a hand and stroked me, dipping their fingers in the little pools of cum and spreading it over my skin. I was exhausted and drifted off, feeling someone's hand cupping my balls and another hand stroking my chest as I fell asleep.
I awoke some time later to find that I was sandwiched between two sleeping bodies. They were both lying on their backs and I rested a hand on each of their mounds. They stirred at this and each put their hands over mine and pressed downwards, rubbing themselves against my palms.
After a while, Clare sat up and slid back so that she was sitting up with her back against the sofa. Anya and I did likewise. Clare reached over to a table and lifted her tablet. She turned it on and selected a recording.
It was of Matty, lying naked on his bed, masturbating. He was jerking off with his right hand while his left hand pinched his nipples, stroked his tummy, slid over his balls, rubbed his inner thighs. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the sensations he was giving himself. I thought that, if he was anything like me, he'd be imagining that it was someone else's hands that were pleasuring him.
Matty's naked body reminded me of Anya's. They were both slim and smooth, taut with silky skin, little hair except pubic and underarm.
As we watched, I put my hands back on Clare and Anya's mounds and resumed stroking and fingering them -- finding and stimulating their clits, sliding in and out of their vaginas. They kept their eyes on Matty on the screen while I induced the same sort of feelings in them that Matty was experiencing. On screen Matty was starting to pant as he neared his climax and on the carpet by my side so did Clare and Anya. The three of them came simultaneously. Matty's cum shot out of his cock and onto his chest, Clare and Anya writhed and gasped and pressed my hands harder into themselves.
The video finished and we all just sat on the carpet, enjoying each others company in silence.
I spent the night at Clare's, the three of us in bed together. We had sex before sleep -- I fucked them both in turn -- during the small hours when they took turns sucking me and first thing in the morning when Clare used her smaller vibrator in the shower to fuck Anya and me before using it on herself.
Then we dressed and I gave Anya a lift to the airport while Clare cleared up in preparation for Matty's return.
And that became the pattern of life for us. I would come over sometimes for dinner and if Matty was away, or after he had gone to bed we'd watch the recordings of him experimenting with sex alone or with his friends or with me or with Anya. Then, thoroughly aroused, Clare and I would have sex together. Clare was highly inventive and we seemed almost never to repeat ourselves. If Matty was away for the night, I'd stay over. Anya sometimes joined us, and also stayed to mind Matty a few times, taking each opportunity to broaden Matty's experience and knowledge. I also did my bit to ensure that Matty knew all about the fun that guys can have together.
Life had been good before I first minded Matty. It was even better now.