Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party - Sex Stories

Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party

... soft moans egged him on. He released a thigh and rubbed his thumb on her clitoris, which converted her moans into cries.

“Oh my God, yes.” She rocked her head back, then stared at him while wincing. The pace of his thrusts increased, and her face relaxed until she stared blankly through him and became slack-jawed. Cassie’s orgiastic screams pierced the air first, followed by Tara, who rocked and bucked all over the table, nearly falling over with it before Eddie lifted her onto him.

“Somebody nut deep in my pussy,” Cassie said. “Come the fuck on.” She watched Eddie deliver a powerful, standing fuck to Tara, whom she locked eyes with, and smiled. A long, thick cock replaced that expression with gritted teeth when it touched bottom and pulled all the way out, repeating this stroke pattern.

Meanwhile, Eddie clapped against Tara’s thick legs and cheeks and lowly growled that he was cumming while managing hefty handfuls of her ass. He bellowed as he came inside of her, stumbling but never dropping her or losing his balance. When the thunderous orgasm ended, he let her down on another table and fell back into a chair. Both participants dripped semen from their respective sex organs.

Tara looked at him, then over at Cassie, who was still getting fucked by multiple cocks and cumming in several waves.

“Go,” Eddie said.

“No, I don’t need to.” Tara brushed it off, panting.

“You look like you want to, and you should. You deserve it. Go.”

Tara tentatively got up ...

... and walked over to Cassie, whose eyes were shut tight and lips curled outward in an ugly snarl.

“Keep fucking me, you muthafuckas.” Cassie’s voice sounded raspier and deeper than usual. The lust transformed her into a being from Hades, but Tara wasn’t sure about partaking in that trip.

Cliff scooped a handful of Tara’s right butt cheek so she looked over and smiled at him, then bent slightly at the waist to share the space with Cassie. She held Cassie’s hand, and while she received an internal grinding from Cliff, the other youngster rutted her friend. Several loads covered Cassie’s ass, back, face and hair – after a grunt, the youngster pulled out and added his across her round backside. The metallic smell of semen had been almost foreign to Tara after her dead sex life, but within one night, her friend’s shared sluttiness revived the memory.

“I’m c-cum…” Cliff pulled out of Tara and shot a load over her lower back, which rolled into her crack. He released his penis, and as it softened, she wiggled her backside against it, smearing his mess.

“Damn, Cassie, you drained everybody.” Tara straightened and observed her friend, who remained bent over and glistening from the loads she received.

“Don’t sell yourself short; you helped me out with two.” Cassie winked, and they smiled at each other as Tara helped her up. The gentlemen all cheered the ladies, and Cassie gave them a bow for a job well done.

After the main event and a shower along with a change of clothes ...