Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party - Sex Stories

Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party

... when y’all go out?”

“As I said,” Eddie replied, “I’m not their friend. You wanna help ya girl out?”

“No way. That looks too intimidating.”

“It does, I’ll give ya that.” He finished his beer, set the bottle on top of the table and walked until he stood in front of her, leaving his crotch at face level. “Maybe we could get something started, too.”

“Whoa wait, Eddie, you seem nice, but w-we just met.” Tara smoothed out her dress over her thighs and hunched her back.

“Understood.” Eddie raised his hands in surrender. “No pressure.” He sat on the table, and Tara flashed a quick close-mouthed smile.

“Hey!” Cliff yelled in their direction, “No sitting on the tablesss… Jeeesus Chriiist.”

Cassie’s thick lips and caved-in cheeks were the reason for the owner’s stretched syllables. She then backed her head off of his thick cock and said, “Cliff, re-fucking-lax. I’m sucking all this dick and about to get fucked up in here.” She continued stroking two other cocks. “Nut gonna be spraying all over the place soon, and you worried about a muthafucka sitting on a table talking to somebody?”

Cliff shrugged and winced. “Well, when ya put it like that.”

The group of youngsters laughed, but that settled down when Cassie continued to play puff-puff-pass with their engorged members. Tara watched her friend multi-task and felt out of place just sitting there. Hands reached toward Cassie and pulled her dress below breasts, which didn’t stay naked for too long before more ...

... hands kneaded the soft, mammary flesh. The crouching youngsters pulled her dress’s lower half to her waist, then took turns slapping her ass, grabbing it and fingering her cunt while she sucked the other cocks. Did Tara wish to be crouched in the centre of those young, virile men? A carousel of cocks bobbing and flexing at her sounded delicious – fun even. But something so outlandish felt beyond her. No surprise she felt that way, given her being vanilla was just a pinch of the excuses her ex-husband plucked from his salt jar to justify stepping out.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, pointing at her erect nipples.

“Oh, wow.” Tara looked into her lap, inhaled deep and sat upright, jutting her cranium-sized melons toward Eddie. “I want to…I.”

“What? What do you wanna do?”

“I… God, I don’t know.” Loud groaning from Cassie’s group made Tara look around, and right at that moment, four successive blasts of semen hit Cassie’s face, with the remaining dribbles dripping onto her thighs.

“Damn, that was a lotta fuckin’ nut. Wooo!” Cassie shot her arms high overhead, and the other gentlemen chuckled. “Who wanna hit it from the back?” Everyone’s hands went up simultaneously.

“Tara,” Eddie said, breaking her out of her voyeuristic consumption of Cassie’s live adventure, “you just got out of a marriage, so I understand you don’t wanna jump into fucking any and everybody. I think you’re cool, but don’t think I’m looking to date either. As I said, no pressure, but watching what’s ...