Mary held Royce's shaft steady with both hands as she turned her head around, lapping and sucking his swollen cock-head. His cock felt like a ripe, warm plum in her mouth. It was throbbing, swelling even larger. Breathless with anticipation, she began to jack Royce's foreskin up and down to hurry things along. The suspense was killing her. She wanted to have it happen, to finish him off. But she couldn't forget that her cunt was dripping juice as she sucked him. Did a girl's body respond like that any time something was poked into one of her holes?
"Uh, uhhh, uhhhhh," Royce grunted, his hips rising and falling. The head of his cock seemed huge. The skin was taut and silky in texture. Mary smeared hot saliva across it again and again, letting the underside of her tongue caress him, too.
Suddenly, Royce seemed to stop breathing. He was very tense, his belly hard and trembling. She could feel his thighs harden, and as she worked his cock-skin up and down, a thumping, throbbing pulse began up inside his groin.
The first hot spurt shocked her and Mary nearly pulled her lips away. But when the taste didn't turn her off, she continued to stroke Royce's tip with her tongue, milking the hot sap out of him. Each jet of it spattered against the roof of her mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft and slid them up and down. Her tongue did a frenzied dance against his stiffness.
"Mary, baby," Royce gasped, somehow managing to speak through Teresa's thrashing, dripping pussy. She squealed then as she came. The sound excited Mary in a surprising way. She dropped her mouth down over Royce's cock, nearly choking herself with his tip.
Hot cum boiled into her throat. She couldn't stop to think about what she was doing. It was all too carnal, too blatantly wicked. But the effect upon her body was exhilarating.
"Mhhhhuuuuhhh," she moaned through her nose, drinking throatfuls of Royce's cum. It fountained powerfully from his cock-tip and she tried to get it all down. But by now, two white strews had begun to leak from the corners of her mouth. The sucky sound of her lips sliding up and down him grew even slicker.
"Ohhhh, yess!" Teresa sighed. "Ohhhh, wow! Ohhhh, God damn!" Her thrashing hips had slowed some, but she continued to rub her clit against the tip of Royce's tongue. His hot seed wasn't spurting quite so powerfully now. Mary licked him until she knew he was finished and popped her mouth free.
The light in the roam wasn't very bright. She watched as Teresa slid down to rest her body against Royce's chest. He was breathing steadily, his eyes closed. Mary swung her legs off the bed and eyed the chair where the big man had folded his pants.
"I've got to go brush my teeth now," she said, pretending to be turned off by the taste of male jism. It seemed strange that she had been able to take care of him so easily. But now she could think of only one thing. Escape! As she went past the chair, she quickly reached into the pocket of Royce's pants. Luck was with her. She clenched the keys tightly to keep them from jingling.
In the bathroom, she slid the key she wanted from the ring and put it on the edge of the basin. She had to think of a way to smuggle it back through the room in case Royce suspected something was up her cunt. Surely it was tight enough to hold the key. But how would she get it out again?
Rummaging in her beach bag, she came upon her shirt and tore a strip from the tail. Tying that through the key, she oiled it and gently inserted it into her pussy. Now she donned her nightie again. It was the only thing she could wear that wouldn't arouse Royce's suspicions.
"Where you been?" he asked, when she came back in the room.
"I'm back again, isn't that enough?" Mary gave him a big smile and he closed his eyes again. Teresa was squirming around on top of him, her hands busy with his cock. That was just what Mary wanted. To get him going again so she'd have time to return the key ring to his pants pocket.
"Kiss me!" Teresa moaned, hugging him. "Fuck me!"
"I want fuck Mary," Royce panted, trying to grab for Mary's wrist. She was in a panic. If he fucked her, he'd know in a second that she'd swiped a key from his pants.
"Why don't you fuck Teresa first so I can watch."
"Yeah, okay." Royce rolled the black-haired beauty onto her back and spread her long legs. She tossed her head and worked her hips around, inviting him to stick her with his cock. As Royce pushed the tip of his tongue around Teresa's tits, she dug her nails into the nape of his neck. For an instant, Royce buried his face in the pillow as he worked his cock-skin in an effort to regain his erection. Mary stuffed the keyring back in his pocket and got in bed.
"Here, let me get it hard," she cooed, letting her fingers go to work on him. She stretched his cock-skin back and licked his tip until he was firm enough to rub it against Teresa's open pussy. By now Teresa was going mad. She wanted to come again and didn't want to wait.