Note from the Authoress: Amazing what you think about when you are running. Hope you enjoy the twists and please feel free to give me constructive feedback. P.S. to the snotty bitch that nearly ran me down in her big flash car......hope you are called Hilary!
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"Please tell me what you have got me," said Hilary with a slightly peeved and whiney voice as she re-read the card that said 'clue - they are a big and black and a matching pair.'
"It will spoil the surprise old girl," Henry said in his gruff voice, "and sorry I can't be there for your birthday but you know what these dam conferences are like. Anyway your presents should be there this afternoon. Will speak to you this evening."
With that Hilary found herself holding a dead telephone. 'That old bastard had better bought me something nice' Hilary thought to herself as she repositioned the phone on the cradle.
Hilary looked round the house and smiled to herself. At 45 she had it made, a 6 bed-roomed house in the middle of Surrey's exclusive stockbroker belt and a rich husband. As she moved into the elegant and richly furnished dining room she remembered the holiday villa in Portugal and opening the French doors and seeing the elegantly manicured garden bursting into May bud she also remembered her own Mercedes sports on the long sweeping gravel driveway.
The only thing that was really lacking in Hilary's life was a decent sex life. She knew she wasn't unattractive, her hair and make-up was always perfectly done and she was the perfect hostess at dinner parties. Although no longer young Hilary was proud of the fact that she had virtually no spare fat and there was hardly any sag to her 38C breasts. Saying that Henry didn't seem that interested these days and it had been months since the last time they had done the business as Henry put it
The doorbell rang, interrupting Hilary's thoughts, and opening it she found herself staring at a pair of nervous black faces. "Yes?" Hilary said in her most imperious voice.
"It's your birthday present ma'am," one of the two replied.
Hilary's brain whirled as her thoughts flashed back to last Christmas when after one too many Sherries she had admitted to Henry that she was fascinated about the rumours about the size of black men's penises. Henry had hurriedly changed the subject and shooed his wife off to bed before retiring to the study. The following morning nothing had been said over the breakfast table and Hilary had assumed the matter had been forgotten, yet he had said 'big and black and a matching pair' and these two were certainly black and looked like peas in a pod.
"Do come in," Hilary said breathlessly and the two men followed her through the hallway and into the large airy breakfast room.
"Well come on then," Hilary said in hoarse voice.
"Pardon Ma'am," one of the guys said.
"Your cocks," Hilary almost spat in frustration, "Show me your cocks lets see if they are as big as they say they are."
The two brothers looked at each other, shrugged and in unison dropped their trousers and then stepped out of them. Hilary was speechless for a few seconds then uttered slowly, "Oh my goodness."
The two men were perfectly matched and their thick black cocks hung down limp and flaccid to half way down their thighs.
"I'm Tom and he is George," said the first guy.
"Yeah, you can tell us apart because Tom is only 11 and half inches and I am the full 12," said George.
"Mind if I get a closer look," said Hilary dropping to her knees.
Hilary was like a small child at Christmas, not one but two black cocks, all for her. Slurping one into her mouth she sucked contentedly before a tug at her hair reminded her that the other needed attention. Getting to her feet Hilary grabbed the two brothers by their cocks and pulled them towards the stairs.
