Chuck laughed. “Well it’s nice to know I qualify, I suppose.”
“Oh, that you do,” Tina grinned up at him. She took his throbbing member in her hand, pointed it at her lips, and kissed the tip. “You might even be over qualified.”
Then her lips parted and she took his glans in her mouth. Chuck groaned loudly as she continued her journey down his shaft, stopping halfway. Tina was confident in her deep throat abilities, but wanted to build up to it slowly.
So instead she began a slow, teasingly torturous suck and jerk, her fist working in tandem with her mouth and tongue, slurping and tugging on his cock, already slick with her drool. Each time she bobbed her head downwards, she took him a little deeper, until finally deciding to truly demonstrate her talents.
Pulling his cock from her wet lips, she licked his tip, running her tongue in circles over it. Then, inhaling deeply, she thrust her head forward, almost violently, and swallowed his cock whole in a single gulp.
Chuck howled in surprise and pleasure. Tina held her position for several moments, her dark, watery eyes staring up at him as her throat fought her gag reflex. Finally, she came up for air, gasping for breath and leaving a long trail of spit between his cock head and her lips.
“Holy fuck,” gasped Chuck, “that was fucking intense!”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Mick called over. He’d been taking his time with Lonnie, nuzzling and sucking at her large, Hershey Kiss shaped nipples between kissing her lips, and currently had a hand down her skin tight yoga pants, but had turned his attention to his wife when he saw her move to her knees. Mick loved watching Tina give head, and knew the new guy was in for a real treat.
Lonnie stood suddenly, removing her pants along with the miniscule G-string she’d worn under them only to keep her plump pussy from standing out too obviously in the form fitting pants. Despite her initial reservations earlier at the tavern, she was loosening up and starting to enjoy herself. And as wet as she was already getting, she wanted to keep from staining her pants since she had no change of clothes.
Mick’s attention quickly returned to her, a dark, curvy vision of womanhood, now nude before him. Unlike Tina, Lonnie was completely bare, not even a shadow over her mound, nor a single razor bump.
He reached out and touched its smoothness appreciatively. “Regular waxing,” Lonnie answered his unspoken question.
Lonnie allowed him to tickle her sensitive slit for a few moments before deciding she needed some cock, too. Instead of getting on the floor, she kneeled on the couch next to Mick and started undoing his pants. Mick happily helped her along and in moments they were down around his ankles, then kicked off, along with his underwear.
Lonnie took in the cock now begging for her attention. She was no Size Queen, and while it wasn’t the biggest she’d ever had to work with, it certainly wasn’t the smallest. Sliding her hand along the shaft with an open palm, she guessed it was somewhere between five and a half to six inches long. It would do the job, as long as Mick knew what he was doing.