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Hilde patted the edges of her mouth with the linen napkin. Looking to her husband, he smiled and placed his cutlery in a perfect line on his empty plate.

“Very good, you have certainly passed this aspect of the interview with flying colours.”

Graciously, I nodded my head, “You are welcome, I like cooking, even more so for other people.”

Noticing their wine glasses were a quarter full, I scuttled around the table to charge them. I topped up their water glasses too.

“Would you like the cheese board or a dessert? I made a tiramisu.”

Hilde purred in appreciation, “Sounds good but there is no hurry is there, Xavier?”

I awaited the warm burr of his voice, “No hurry. Please, Jack, take a seat.”

I sat and poured some wine for myself: my mouth felt dry and I needed the courage for what might come next.

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I would describe myself as an anonymous youth with an ordinary upbringing who lived in an average provincial town. The most remarkable thing about it was its insignificance, this was a place forgotten just minutes after leaving it. I was not unattractive, just awkward and full of teenage angst. I blended easily into the surroundings and I did not set the social scene at college on fire. I suppose you could say I was a taciturn soul.

Academically, I was committed to working hard for the University place I wanted. Generally, things did not come easily to me and everything was a half-chance; my successes felt just as unpredictable. Life was a mix of study, my part-time job, and occasionally I tagged along with my only friend, Paul.

My life had nothing extraordinary in it until I met Sarah Kavanagh. She was the quintessential girl-next-door, pretty enough, very cheeky, and had wandering hands. If Sarah asked you to walk her home from college, she might take you through the broken embankment fence to a secluded copse of trees for a hand job. This was such a walk home and it was the longest mile of my life. Spluttering with nervous conversation, I think Sarah giggled more in pity than amusement at my weak jokes.

Like any pubescent youth, voices broke, bodies took on hair, and we all measured our cocks. In my later teenage years, I had developed into a wiry and athletic looking creature. The most remarkable thing about me was the protuberance of my penis; it had no sense of proportion to the rest of me. Fully erect, I could hold it with both hands and still have its fat head poking through.

Before the age of the internet, I thought I was something of a freak. It was meaty thick and my chunky balls would ache terribly after a few days of abstinence. Masturbating prolifically to stop it being a complete distraction, I used to paint the bathroom tiles with huge volleys of spunk. Disturbed and fascinated by it, I used to taste the bitter mixture and feel its slippery texture in my mouth. I confided in Paul about my freakish appendage and all he could do was tell me it was bigger than his. That was an awkward conversation but it put my mind at ease.

Still, an awkward virgin at seventeen; Sarah Kavanagh swore when she saw it jutting out from me in that contemptuous manner. Fully hard after just one passionate kiss and a quick grope of her tits, I got more than a hand job. On her knees, she could barely fit it into her mouth. The silken sensations felt sublime and totally overwhelming. Caught up in the moment, I forgot to tell her I was going to blow and almost drowned her with cum. She squealed and swore violently as she hacked up globs of thick spunk. My first sexual encounter was all over in less than a minute.

Telling me to fuck off in-between choking and retching, I ran all the way home. Caught up in a mixture of shame and exhilaration, I masturbated that night and came heavier than I ever had before.

A few days later, Paul asked me what happened. Embarrassed, I regaled to him what happened. He laughed and explained that Sarah was less than discreet. Sarah had already told many of her girlfriends that I was ‘blessed’. I had Paul to thank for the encounter too; he had fucked her already. He told Sarah that I was still a virgin and it seemed this was her mission, to de-flower as many of us as possible. Crimson with toe-curling embarrassment, my only consolation was that getting laid was almost guaranteed.

He was not wrong and Sarah took me back to the copse the following day. Leaning against the trunk of a thick oak tree, she lifted her naked leg as we kissed in the way that teenagers did. Full mouthed, tongues pressed deeply into each others'. The rigid meatus of my shaft pressed firmly against the soft flare of her stomach.

Pushing me back, she handled my cock and eased me into her. The bliss on her face matched the soft exhalation of air as her eyes widened. My sharpened senses slowed time, my body poised and ready for any instruction. She pushed her hand against me, I knew what that meant and tenderly I slid in and out of her. She was broiling my cock with a tight heat as each thrust seemed to knock the wind out of her.

Chiding me playfully for my girth, I could only fuck her gently. What were a mere few minutes seared into my consciousness. The soft sinewy walls of her sex wrapped around me became the vessel that changed my life forever.

This time, there was no surprise except for me. Dutifully on her knees, she wanted my load in her mouth. Looking up at me with hopeful eyes, she took me with a hand stroking my shaft and her other squeezing my balls. She swallowed everything I gave her, long lusty belts spasmed through me. This time, there was no swearing or livid expression of anger. A small dribble leaked from her mouth as the last remnants left me. She rose, looped her arms around me and kissed me strongly. I did not flinch as I tasted my essence on her kiss, she purred as my shaft stiffened so readily for more.

I wanted to go again; Sarah said she felt a little sore. She treated me to a hand job and sucked me off to completion again. Climaxing twice, she remarked I probably had plenty left too. With that, she told me to lie on the warm leaf-strewn ground. Sitting on my face, she told me to push my tongue inside her as she wriggled a little. I followed every instruction; she tasted good as she rubbed her cunt all over my mouth and chin. I like to think I gave a good account of myself; she squirmed and shuddered as I assaulted that hard button with my tongue. Telling me she was cumming, I did not stop until she prised herself off me. I felt ten feet tall with pride at that moment as she shakily took to her feet.

Walking her home, we must have looked completely dishevelled and our skin glowed with a telltale post-coital flush. Anyone who saw us would have known we’d just fucked each other and we were ignorantly unaware. She said goodbye so matter of factly that I replied in the same way as if it was no big deal. It was a big deal because now I was a man. My awkwardness might have eased and I was under no illusion that my naiveté would diminish only through wisdom – that would take time. Still, I was no longer a virgin and a voracious appetite for more surged through me.

A friend of Sarah’s, Debbie Taylor, took a shine to me. She was a slim, petite strip of a thing with long legs and a pretty face. Leggings were the fashionable must-have item of the year. She showed off the delicious flanks of her taut athletic legs and the thigh gap to her sex. She did not try to hide the volume of her bouncy full breasts either. Boy meets girl at a party and finds himself snogging her in her bedroom, his hands all over her tits with her panties around her ankles. Manhandling her breast through her thin bra, she propped herself against the bedroom table. Opening her legs, she tried to manhandle my hard length into her.

It hurt apparently and I got only half of the way in for a few strokes. She was kind enough to wank me off, though. She wanted me to let it fly all over her trimmed mound and into the gusset of her panties. She seemed to enjoy it, and so did I. Paul got lucky too; he fucked Debbie properly later that night. I did not mind when he told me because I found it a turn on sharing her.

Debbie, Sarah, and Paul noticed the thick outline of my cock pressed rigidly against the unyielding fabric of my jeans. Sarah enjoyed poking and prodding it and being lewd. She copped off with a nervous looking seventeen-year-old and disappeared upstairs. Debbie despite being fucked twice, gave me another go. To the sounds of whatever Sarah was doing to the poor lad next door, I did Debbie justice that time and she let me spunk all over her voluminous tits too.

The following week, in the college common room, Debbie asked if I wanted to make up a foursome with Sarah and Paul. At first, I thought they meant a double date. We bunked off our half-day ‘study period’ and stole a bottle of dessert wine. Drinking it at her parents’ house, nature took its course. Sitting in the lounge, we were snogging and hands roamed as four teenage libidos began to rage. Paul had his hand up Debbie’s skirt as Sarah and I watched the blissful look on her face. Sarah was so brazen and plainly asked if she was getting fingered. Debbie’s reply was a climax, noisy and violent. Any sense of restraint completely breached as Sarah’s hand squeezed on my cock.

Looking at Paul, he had that shit-eating grin I knew well and I nodded nervously to his silent question. Racing upstairs, they could not strip off fast enough and I reluctantly did the same. Paul and Debbie wasted no time. Paul was eating her out as Sarah and I watched. I hardened to Sarah’s grip on my shaft as Debbie bucked and writhed on the bed.

An intense sense of arousal possessed me with a single thought. With my nerves forgotten, Sarah straddled me in reverse to give Paul and Debbie a show too. Even Debbie managed gingerly to take it from me for a while and enough to make me spunk all over her tits. Paul was an animal and fucked both of them hard. He had a great body with lots of stamina; I enjoyed watching him fucking.

Thanks to Sarah, there was no stopping the gossip because of her big mouth. In the local pub, Paul told me that Sarah got drunk one night and loudly blurted that I had a ‘massive dong’. I did not know whether to hide, brazen it out or what. I convinced myself that everyone in the pub was drunk and would dismiss it or forget. Yeah, silly I know.

I spent a lot of time with Debbie and so did Paul; not that I minded. As Sarah proceeded to work her way through the college males; Debbie, Paul, and I had regular repeat performances. Debbie was more discreet than Sarah and we would bunk off college ‘study periods’ to play. Paul would have her first and I would take Debbie after he had wettened her up.

Once, she had him trapped and clung to him so tightly in the throes of passion that he could not help but shoot his load deep up her. In a post-coital haze, her body all blotchy and flushed, she propped up on her elbows. I watched mesmerised as a single pearly streak of cum leaked out of her well-fucked slit. I was so horny, I did not mind when she told me to shove mine in there next. Truth be told, I was glad it just made her extra slippery to take me properly.

Now she’d taken a load inside her, she wanted that every time now. Her mum had taken her to get the pill so we were happy to cum in her. Debbie could climax through vaginal sex; I was still naïve enough to think that was how it always worked. Paul and I gave her several orgasms every time we played and usually, they tipped us over the edge. Each time, she shuddered as her strong frame bucked and writhed. We thought nothing of eating her cunt afterwards either; the mixture of her juices and our essence never deterred us.

It was shortly after this that Paul touched my cock for the first time. He guided me into Debbie when I slipped out. Debbie went nuts and demanded that we wank each other. The idea of a guy doing that did not repel me as much as I thought. I had seen Paul in action plenty of times, I liked him but I was not sure I liked him in that way. Before I had enough time to think myself out of it, Paul grabbed my cock. After a few strokes, my reticence had gone and we wanked each other for Debbie’s and our benefit. The softness of the taut skin yet the muscular strength of Paul’s cock felt so good in my hand. Adroitly, Paul kept me hard and told me that it felt so good – I felt the same way.

Debbie watched us avidly stabbing at herself with one of her slim fingers. We were both totally rigid and moaning by now. She grabbed Paul and told him to get inside her again. He was on her like an animal and she demanded that I fucked her mouth. Hovering over her, Paul leant in so much that I could feel his hot breath on my loins. I was so far gone; I could not care less who sucked my cock. Debbie held it as an offering and I groaned so loudly that they knew I wanted it. Paul was rather good at sucking cock and could take a lot of my length. Debbie was full of encouragement not that we needed it now. It felt like the most natural thing in the world and when I got close to exploding; I had to tell him.

Debbie wanked me off to finish and Paul took it all over his face. As they kissed and shared my cum; Paul was frantic and Debbie came so hard that he spewed his seed deep up her.

Lying on her parent’s bed, we tried to rest but our newfound discovery enlivened us; we were soon all over each other. I did not need any encouragement to suck Paul’s cock for the first time. Debbie helped and showed me what to do – not that she had that much more experience. He was not as thoughtful as I was and he came in my mouth without warning. I choked on it a bit but found it a huge turn on; I stiffened easily as I savoured its taste. So I was into girls and guys and I could not care less. I sucked Paul off more than he did me and I liked to swallow it down which he loved.

When Debbie’s mum, Amanda, invited me to their house my naiveté struck again; I thought it was for tea with her and Debbie. Well preserved for someone in their late thirties, she had a more womanly figure with a bigger pair of tits. Clearly, Debbie had inherited her mother’s genes. I had seen her a few times when she picked Debbie up from college; some of the lads said that for an older woman she was very fuckable. I admitted to being one of her admirers too. Defying her age with the skimpy clothes she wore, she made me hard whenever she smiled at me.

Drinking tea in her kitchen and not really talking about much, she disappeared for a while and came back in wearing a black satin housecoat. Oddly, the only thing that struck me was the beautiful gold embroidered dragon on it. She tried to chastise me as she knew we’d fucked on the marital bed. Debbie told her everything in a panic but managed to keep Paul out of it. I was searing with embarrassment spitting apology with a frantic stutter. I was the sacrificial lamb and Paul got off scot-free; I guess she did it to protect her actual boyfriend.

Like a mug, I had no idea what was going on until I watched the housecoat drop to the floor and my eyes refused to blink. Decked out in the kind of underwear I had only ever seen in my mum’s mail order catalogue; I froze to the spot.

I should have run a mile but her curvaceous body entranced me. Lacy, black, and red, it was so slutty that I stiffened easily. I’d never seen a woman in stockings either, I remember my body being paralysed in a state of arousal and shock. She did not waste any time in getting my jeans off and treated me to the best blowjob of my short life. Telling me that I had a bigger cock than her ‘pathetic husband’ almost made me cum there and then. She wanted me to eat her cunt too and I put what I knew to good use. I liked how she climaxed, first her hips with a rise and fall and then her back would arch. Finally, she would clasp my face firmly to her cunt and shudder with a growl before rising up and veering to one side.

She rode me hard in that chair and easily accommodated me almost to the hilt. It was a mind-blowing initiation in the joys of fucking older women. Thrusting her large breasts in my face, they had the longest and most sensitive nipples I’d ever played with. She dropped down on me harder and harder until her moans echoed off the tiled walls. Grinding herself hard against the base of my cock, I thought I would burst as I normally would into Debbie sinewy tight cunt. Amanda felt softer but so much wetter and hotter. She stuttered and shrieked calling me all the names under the sun as her fleshy body contorted. Her soft cunt gripped me as if a firm hand massaged my length. It was not enough to make me cum but it was an epic reward for my endurance.

Ready to burst after she had cum twice, she crouched beside me and wrapped her arm underneath me. Teasing my nipple and wanking my cock with skilful ease, she watched my reaction as I came the hardest I had ever managed. So hard, I hit her face and slashed her black hair with thick ropes of spunk. I counted seven hard volleys leaving long streaks up my body and all over Amanda.

Properly fucked for the first time, I was so grateful that I banged away at her for a second time on the kitchen table. I fucked her hard enough to make the table squeak and moan against the tiled floor. She contorted and shuddered a lot, gasping and grunting hard every few minutes. Sheened with sweat, this heart-pounding physical ordeal used almost all my stamina. Pulling out as she demanded, I sprayed another load all over her tits as she held them for me.

Fucking Debbie’s mum was a dirty, depraved thing to do but I knew that as soon as my cock was hard – I was a slave to it. Amanda taught me more in that short time than hours spent with Sarah and Debbie.

Amanda had such a thing for cum that I found myself pressed into action at least twice a week. Needing to maintain this sordid secret, she would pick me up in her car on a side road a mile away from her house. If the weather was good, we would find a field to fuck in, if not, we would fuck on the leather back seats of the family car. I shot it hard inside her once and I dived down to eat it out of her. Before she could stop me, she soon went mental and came with ease all over my face. She found it so kinky that I was soon back inside her for a repeat performance.

Now I had two women to service and I found myself having to make excuses and keep up pretences. Guilt never got the better of me as my libido was an unforgiving master; I had them both in one day too and thought nothing of it.

A year ago, my balls nagged at me with frustration, now they glowed numb with relief almost every day. Debbie and Paul would be bursting with energy and it would be a hard and fast race to the finish. We would fuck many times; it was simply quantity over quality. Not that it was bad sex, just frantic and unsophisticated. Amanda was different, slower, more considered, and much more skilful. Her masterly control of my body used to drive me wild in a different way. Debbie and Paul were keen to try anything new and broaden all our horizons. Amanda was so confident and knew what she wanted; I even fucked her in the arse, albeit slowly.

Debbie, Paul and I had few limits now and I remember when Paul showed me his shaved cock. Mesmerised by its novelty, it was all the rage and I had to do mine too. Debbie loved it and insisted on shaving us both regularly; Amanda liked my ‘clean’ look as well. Whilst Debbie was still ferociously tight, she could ride me hard without too much complaint. Paul introduced me to rimming his smooth bum hole and he returned the favour. Debbie used to enjoy fingering both of us and fucking us with her thin vibe. She asked me if I wanted a cock in there because that what bisexual men do. I always groaned when she said that and told me she wanted to see it happen. It was only a matter of time before I would have to take Paul’s cock; there was no way mine was going to go up his tight backside.

It was my eighteenth birthday and my present from them was a dirty weekend in a cheap bed and breakfast in Brighton. We had gone out and had a great time settling for one of the gay pubs on the seafront before hitting the clubs. Debbie was such a slut encouraging us to chat up guys and couples. We got quite a few offers including one from a very convincing transsexual. We politely declined all of them except one. He was cute and funny, and the three of us took him into the back alley to suck him off. Paul and I soon had him ready to blow; I was the greedy ‘birthday boy’ and let him unload in my mouth.

We partied, danced, flirted, and crashed back in our room as the watery light of dawn leeched through the curtains. Debbie was such a horny slut; she got us both in such a state that I begged Paul to do it. Bent over, my hard cock hung between my legs as I held my arse cheeks apart. He did not disappoint and stuffed his cock up my arse in slow measured thrusts. It burned at first, their fingers and the lube did little to prepare me for it.

Slowly, Paul shuffled his hips in a slow fucking rhythm as I clung to the wall. Debbie had her vibrator and sat on a chair watching. Paul was good, not too hard but enough to make me feel it. The room stank of sex as Debbie climaxed at will watching Paul stick it to me. My cock swinging hard between my legs, she got underneath and took it in her mouth.

Between them both, I came hard; it took ages to build because Paul’s cock kept holding me back. When I came, Debbie like a trooper took it all in her mouth. Sharing it with me, Paul bucked harder and said he was going to cum. It was my first time and I wanted it all so I reached back and pulled him into me. He did not need to ask, I told him over and over to spunk in me.

We even adjusted ourselves so Debbie could see the moment of ejaculation. I could certainly feel his cock throbbing as he came, he pulsed for so long that I knew it would be a big load. Debbie said she could see his tight balls and sinewy cock spasm. She came like a banshee and wailed with a series of sickening yelps.

Leaving me on the bed, Debbie led Paul away for a shower. Listening to the frothy sound of water, I felt the warmth of his seed radiate inside me. It was not long before fucking noises came from the bathroom. I had to see and I needed to get another load out.

Debbie was out of control and as it was a night of firsts, she demanded her first double penetration. Paul held her up and had her arse, with her legs wedged against the tiled wall; I had her cunt. What started out as a gentle rhythm and the odd wince from Debbie quickly degenerated into a frantic fuck. She screamed the place down so much that our neighbours banged on the walls. I’ll never forget the sight of her well-fucked holes as we deflated and our cum dripped out of her.

The remaining weeks of that long summer holiday, Paul had me a few more times, and always with Debbie as a voracious participant. We got our reward as systematically she drained us both completely. Our town might have been a nondescript, ordinary place that specialised in boredom – fucking each other added colour to our lives.

In comparison, University life was a sexual famine. Miles away in a big city, I took my half chances and found myself usually going home alone. I missed the fun with Paul and Debbie; I felt so at ease with them that a casual hook-up with a man was not something that appealed to me at all. I got lucky mostly with older women; I found them more confident and eager. Girls my own age were too fickle in comparison.

Hearing rumours of a ‘swinger’ club not far away; it sounded like a lot of fun. Swinging was something that was very underground, jokes used to be made about pampas grass in front gardens and car keys being thrown into bowls. I did not own a car and most of the houses around where I lived did not have front gardens. I was a thirsty man in a desert seeking an oasis.

Advertised in a contact magazine bought in a seedy sex shop, I found out there was a ‘social event’ at this club where the curious could mix with the experienced. As I approached the entrance, I almost turned back because of nerves. The atmosphere seemed welcoming and the staff were clearly experienced in allaying the fears of the uninitiated. It was different from the student bars, people were happy and smiley, everyone was much friendlier. It was a mix, a few people my age, mainly single guys but a few girls. There were many couples of all ages; thirties, forties and beyond. Everyone was animated and chatting, I placed the bottle of wine I brought on the bar and they gave me a glass of it.

Chatting to some of the staff, I noticed a couple move towards me. The way they carried themselves demanded my attention. Her high cheek bones and triangular face promised an exoticism not found on these shores. Toned limbs moved slowly and elegantly as she carried herself with grace and poise. Struck by the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, they creased as she smiled. Her make-up accentuated her striking features, the gloss on her lips shone off the random down-lighters. Tall and attired in a black wraparound dress; she matched me in height.

Stunned a little at the vision before me, she reminded me a little of Amanda. Curvaceous as an hourglass, from her slender neck to the fine outline of her collarbone, her generous plump décolletage held me spellbound. Smelling of fresh jasmine, I found her warm smile reassuring.

Placing her elegant fingers onto my arm, she introduced herself with one kiss to one cheek and then another. My hand rested on her hip and I felt the smouldering embers inside me being to burn.

Hilde was half-German, half-Dutch and spoke with a soft Teutonic burr. With a warm personality, I found she did a lot to keep the conversation going. Throwing up one open question after another, our conversation skirted one minute on the mundane, the next on the salacious. Still rapt by her presence, I played it only a little less safe than she did – it seemed to work.

Xavier, her husband, looked imposing and distinguished. He had a gravitas that I found difficult to empathise with but impossible to ignore. A little taller than myself, his chiselled face was a little softer with age. A furrowed brow made him look distinguished and a little rugged. Watery blue eyes sparkled as he smiled and despite his aloof persona, I thought they betrayed his motives. I liked how he looked, well built, and toned for his height. He had the kind of body I aspired to even in my early twenties and despite him being easily double my age. Whilst he was polite, it was clear he was the master of his domain. He gave Hilde the latitude to flirt with me; I thought it was a situation he could easily change with just a few words.

They smiled coolly when I replied to their question about my sexuality. Clearly, I gave the right answer and as we chatted over our second drink. They told me that all walks of life came here and that sex was a great leveller. I like how Hilde smiled; her full lips pouted a little and then curved as she bared her brilliant white teeth.

With an empty nest at home, they found themselves able to indulge their desires. Time had been kind to them and they took full advantage of all the amenities here, a spa, sauna, and small gym. As a place for ‘like-minded people’ to meet, it was a revelation. This was not a chance encounter through the broken embankment fence.

With my nerves forgotten, my body had its vengeance and I felt outrageously horny. I wanted to fuck Hilde badly and I assumed Xavier was going to be fucking me. The pretext of this gathering seemed to unlock the worst excesses of my libido. If anything was going to happen, I was ready. I was optimistic too by stashing a few condoms in my wallet. The social was in full swing if you would excuse the pun. People chatted animatedly and everyone dressed to impress. It was brazen, the motivation of all the people here was to fuck, and I liked that honesty.

We sat in a shadowy corner of the bar area and chatted. Time passed easily and mid-way through my fourth drink, Hilde and Xavier wanted to put a proposal to me.

I felt their hands move over the encased lump between my legs and they watched the look on my face as I hardened easily. Squeezing the girth of my length, Xavier commented that it felt like an impressive piece of equipment. Hilde felt it too and commented that it felt nearly as large as Xavier’s. I gulped a little at the thought of being in another bisexual threesome as my face prickled with arousal and embarrassment. They giggled at my predicament and demanded I told them more about my experiences to date.

Into the early hours, we shared stories of sexual adventure. They knew everything about me and my experience - no holds barred. It felt so easy and Hilde’s open questions simply unlocked the truth every time. She gave me their phone number and asked me to call them if I was interested. Although I did not get lucky with Hilde or Xavier that night – they easily convinced me of their proposition.

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Placing the heavy lead crystal glass down carefully, Hilde looked at Xavier and he nodded. Rising slowly from her chair, she stood and eased it back under the table. Reaching behind her, she pulled at the bow behind her neck and I watched the long strip of fabric untangle. It slipped from her body easily, raw silk would do that I suppose. She looked at me solemnly and with a soft caress along Xavier’s broad shoulders slowly walked around the table towards me.

Her heels kept time as my eyes tracked her body. Black lace underwear denied me a view of her breasts and sex; hold up sheer stockings accentuated her slender taut legs. The hypnotic gait of her hips entranced me so much; I dared not blink. Her blank expression was intensely arousing.

Holding out her slim hand, I knew what I had to do. She led me back around the table as Xavier pulled out his chair and sat facing me.

“Strip.”

Her soft Teutonic pronunciation cast its spell; the situation was the cauldron that created the magic. Standing next to Xavier, she placed her hand tenderly on his shoulder. I did not feel awkward, each item of clothing freed easily from me without any clumsiness. Maybe it was the bravado of the wine; I remember not over-analysing it.

Shifting out of my boxer briefs, I stepped from them. Profoundly erect, my cock jutted fully swollen from me contemptuously.

Impassively, they stared at me as if to award points.

“Turn around.”

I did as I was told.

“Good, bend over.”

I could touch my toes so I did with an efficiency that Hilde’s home country might have expected.

“Good, stand and face us.”

“He has a good body doesn’t he Xavier?”

Xavier looked at me up and then down again.

“He does, he needs feeding up to put on some muscle. Are you willing to do that?

My mouth might have been dry but my mind was sharp. “Yes. Of course.”

“Good,” replied Xavier, “Hilde will make sure you use the gym, she goes almost every day.”

“Xavier, he is shaved already, this is good. He does have an impressive cock too, it hardens easily.”

Xavier murmured in agreement, “Yes, I want him waxed though from the neck down, not shaved. The hairs will thin to nothing eventually.”

“Yes, Xavier.”

“And did he follow the rest of our instructions?”

“Yes Xavier, he is tested and a clean bill of health.”

“Good.”

Xavier looked me up and down one more time, “So, houseboy, it is very simple. You will attend to us by cooking our meals and helping us with more general duties.”

Xavier paused for effect, the last statement laced with innuendo, “We have a maid for the rest of our domestic arrangements. You will live here, eat here and we will provide you with monies for your upkeep. You will do what I tell you at all times. That is your duty as our houseboy, understood?”

I nodded, “Yes, understood.”

“Good, there are also some simple rules. One, you live here and you may come and go for your University studies because that is important. If you want to see friends, you must let us know in advance, a few days’ notice are sufficient. You will always have our requirements as your main priority. Second, you will make yourself available when I wish and you will keep yourself clean for us at all times. When that time comes, you will do as I say. Third, you will be discreet, not one word beyond these walls. You will not give yourself to anyone else except us. We may choose to share you but they will be people that are aware of our arrangement. Lastly, when I am away on business, you will do as Hilde wishes at all times. You are her consort.”

I was not sure what to say and my hard erect cock spoke volumes so I nodded plainly.

“Good, can you drive?”

I was flummoxed by the incongruent question, “Erm, yes but I don’t own a car.”

“We have three, Hilde will give you the use of one of ours.”

“Yes, Xavier, I will.”

“Not the Mercedes.”

“Yes, Xavier.”

“Good, so now we will begin. On to your knees.”

As his trousers fell, Xavier presented me with his semi-flaccid meat. I summoned everything I knew, every recollection of sucking Paul’s cock. It was sordid and base. I licked up his shaft as I cradled his heavy balls. It slowly grew with the draft of my mouth wrapped around it. His hand at the back of my head took control of my pace as pushed more and more of his length into me.

I did not know when it would stop, it did not feel fully hard and my mouth began to struggle at little.

Hilda purred with encouragement, “Is he good Xavier?”

A groan was his solitary compliment as he fully stiffened. Relieved I could still take him in my mouth, I used every scrap of technique I could muster. I’d accepted their proposition and felt a sense of belonging and a new couple to be a part of. I revelled at the idea of rules and the ruthless cold efficiency of how I might be used. My body crackled with excitement at the notion that I might be awoken in the night to be buggered by Xavier or fucked by Hilde. Used for sexual gratification was my purpose, my motivation to suck Paul's cock or do what Debbie commanded had prepared me for this.

Now, I was in the midst of an experienced couple as their plaything. The education I would receive here would outdo anything from University. The exhilaration I felt went through my body and into the ministrations of the large hard cock in my mouth.

“Yes, yes, good,” gasped Xavier, “suck my cock houseboy. Make me cum into your mouth."