The next day I woke up with Tom's hard cock pressing against my mouth. He had just showered but hadn't shaved.
"Where's Mal?" I asked sleepily.
"Right here." Mal emerged from the bathroom. He had shaved and he strode toward the bed, a gleam in his eyes. He promptly peeled back the sheet and opened my legs. "Mmm, Hilda," he said, giving my little blonde vaggie a lick.
"Right-O." I stuck put my hand around Tom's cock and inserted it in my mouth as Mal licked me.
"Oh, Hilda," Tom groaned as I sucked on the head of his ginormous penis.
"Where's Agnes?" I asked between sucks.
"Playing tennis," Tom said.
"Tennis!" I exclaimed, sitting up.
"Hilda, lie back down, " Mal grabbed my legs and put me back in a supine position.
"Quite all right," Tom said, rubbing his cock against my lips. "She's perfectly fine with it."
"Perfectly fine with it?" I attempted to sit up again.
"Down, Hilda," Mal insisted, giving my inner thigh a lick.
"Yeah, she said something about having it in a bit, after tennis."
"I had no idea she was such a fanatic."
"Oh yes," Tom's erection appeared to deflate a bit. "Absolute fanatic, but she should be back soon."
"Give him a good suck, darling," Mal admonished.
"Oh, yes, do!" Agnes exclaimed as she entered the room, sweaty in her tennis whites. "I'll be out directly." She stripped off her outfit and headed for the bathroom.
"Well. All right." I took Tom's cock back in my hand and put it back in my mouth.
"That's better," Mal said, as he continued to lick my clit.
"Oh. Yes. Much," I agreed as I ran my hand up and down the length of Tom's cock, sucking on the head as Mal licked me.
When Agnes joined us, she was still slightly damp from the shower, but no matter. Tom took it upon himself to feast upon her as Mal fucked me. It was divine.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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