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My role as Vicky Marshall's gangbang coach, and our extraordinary friendship, began when I got her short text asking to meet with me.

I was puzzled. Why the meeting? And how did she have my private number? We never had contact before.

Of course I had heard of her, mostly from celebrity rumors and gossip. She was a dark haired beauty with a Miss America face, athletic body, and the energy level of an NFL cheerleader. Each week the tabloids linked her romantically to a different man or woman.

Born into Boston wealth, Victoria Anne Marshall was educated at elite schools then worked for a large charitable foundation. Everyone expected an early marriage to Old Money.

But Vicky defied expectations when she became a tennis pro, traveling the world on the WTA Tour. Her rankings improved year by year until, after the death of her father, she retired from tennis to devote herself to philanthropy. Although she had accomplished a lot, she was only in her mid-thirties.

That's all I knew when we met at an unpretentious restaurant, away from the usual LA social patterns.

We talked about tennis, the touring life, and my job.

Suddenly she startled me by asking, "How much do you know?"

"Nothing. You wanted to meet, that's all."

She sat back, exhaled with a long sigh, looking directly into my eyes.

"I might marry William Wesley."

That was William Wesley, the software billionaire. I offered congratulations, but she responded oddly.

"Wes and I are well suited to each other by background, education, and interests. He wants me, I want him. But. There is a but."

She looked around nervously, checking for eavesdroppers.

"Cindy, he has a fantasy of me in a gangbang. He wants to make it real, to actually watch me have sex with dozens of strangers. If I accept his desires and agree to do it, then we'll marry. If not, he doesn't think marriage will work."

I had to ask, "Have you ever done anything like that?"

She shook her head.

"Are you willing to?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure." She hesitated. "I surprised myself when I realized the fantasy does, um, you know, arouse me. But I'm afraid."

"Afraid? Afraid of what?"

She said, slowly, "I don't know."

"Okay, how can I help?"

"Well, forgive me, but someone told me about you."

"Meaning?" I really wondered.

"That you have an amazing ability to please men, many at once. Just what Wes wants from me."

"Well, yes. I have done a few things," I admitted.

She smiled knowingly at me, drummed her fingers, and finally blurted, "I need a coach."

"A coach was essential to make it in tennis," she elaborated. "Now I need a gangbang coach."

Leaning forward, she pleaded, "Cindy, I want to become the woman Wes imagines. Are you willing to help me?"

I sat back, silent while my thoughts raced. She seemed clueless about what a gangbang would involve. On the other hand, as an athlete she was a competitor, a winner who didn't give up. If doing a gangbang was her goal, she could do it.

And, there was chemistry. I already liked her.

I lifted my glass. "I'm in. I'll be your coach."

Vicky looked so happy as we clinked glasses, two conspirators grinning across the table.

I was already thinking about what to do, getting excited by the challenge. I told her, "Give me a few days. I'll get organized."

There was one more thing. She suggested very generous terms for a coaching fee, but I declined.

"No need for that. I'm just helping you as a friend."

We stood to leave. She squeezed my hand, looking very pleased, then pulled me in for a hug.

The following week, we met for the first training session, at a modest furnished house rented for the purpose in an obscure suburb.

In the living room, she poured wine and then gave me some news. "Wes has been very patient, but he's reaching his limit. He asked me, very nicely, to decide by the end of next month when he gets back from China."

"Hmm, five weeks. I think that's enough. Your decision should be clear before then. You have a lot to learn, but you're motivated. You can do it."

We high fived to seal our commitment.

"Here's my plan. I'll introduce you to gangbang activity in stages, building up your knowledge, breaking down inhibitions, and desensitizing you step by step."

A click on the remote woke up the large screen. "Let's start with this video. It's me at a major gangbang."

As we sat together, the video revealed my gangbang world to Vicky. I was fucked by multiple men at once. Cumshots hit my face and body. I eagerly sucked cocks until they came while men plunged my ass and pussy. I dripped cum from everywhere. I was also undeniably enjoying myself, joking and laughing with the men, moaning with pleasure, or squealing and gasping during an on-camera climax.

It was just a fifteen minute sample of one gangbang party. Vicky didn't see everything, but she saw plenty. By the end, she was clearly shocked, trembling. She couldn't look at me.

"Oh my God, how could you?" she demanded. "You, you, oh! I don't know what to say." She just stopped, speechless, and buried her face in her hands.

I reversed the video, stopping at a single frame of naked me on my knees surrounded by five men. Cum was smeared on my face, mixed in my hair, and coating my breasts. The men were shaking drips from their cocks into my open mouth. Cum hung from my lower lip.

I looked happy.

"Reality check, Vicky. You had to see this to answer one fundamental question: Could you do it? Could you be that cumslut?"

Without a word, she got up and went into the bathroom, remaining there for more than ten minutes.

I went and got her. She sat next to me on the couch again, but avoided eye contact, shaking her head negatively.

She finally asked, "Don't the men line up for sex, sort of one at a time?"

I answered her, "Well, maybe, but that's boring for the guys. It's a lot more fun my way."

"But, but, oh, I don't know. I didn't expect so much energy. I didn't know there would be so much, ah, ah--" She couldn't say it.

"So much cum?"

She nodded.

"Cum is part of it. Men want to come in you, on you, everyplace. They like to see you glazed, the more the better."

After waiting for her to regroup, I added, "Vicky, I totally enjoyed that party and many others. For me, it has become a very fulfilling way of life."

She listened, thoughtful.

I tried to be very clear. "The guys aren't doing anything I don't want. I beg for it, then beg for more. I coax them. I thank them for the cum. If they have a request, I'll try almost anything. I think that's why they like me, but I do it for my own enjoyment. I don't just endure or tolerate the experience, I love it."

"So, feedback? Can you do it?"

She answered quickly, "I see there's a lot I don't know. But, I'm committed to do it."

Vicky refilled the wine. She gulped hers down.

"Okay, what's next?" she asked.

I ambushed her, "Take off your clothes."

She looked alarmed. "What? You're serious? Why?"

"We can't just talk for five weeks. Lose the clothes."

She stood up, but froze.

"Look, Vicky, if you can't strip in front of me, how will you ever do it in a room full of naked men with erections?"

She blushed scarlet.

After a few more moments of stalling, she finally revealed herself, tanned and toned, wearing only bra and panties.

"Awesome," I said. "Now, let your boobs out to play."

Looking away from me, Vicky unhooked her bra. At first she held it in front, trying to stay covered, but relented and let it fall. I was pleased to see her full breasts, with high perky nipples surrounded by pink areolas, all framed by bikini triangles, white within the surrounding tan.

I stood for an embrace, caressing her bare back, squeezing her ass, trying to ease her obvious discomfort.

There was little response, but I stripped off my clothes and pressed against her. She seemed afraid to move, maybe confused.

Rubbing against her, increasingly erotic, I finally got her attention. She looked in my eyes. I cupped her breasts and softly kissed her lips.

Right then, Vicky gave in to her arousal. She began breathing hard and feeling me up, touching my nipples while her tongue actively explored my mouth. I happily accepted everything from her, kissing deeply in return.

I knelt to remove her panties, then nuzzled her pussy through the dark bush. My tongue explored her moist crack and hard little clit.

Her fingers were running through my hair when she asked, mixed with a moan, "Are you a lesbian?"

I paused, "No, bi. You?"

She squirmed and sighed, "Um, mostly men. One girlfriend."

My hands kept busy, caressing and fingering.

"But I like what's happening," she added.

"Perfect. I want you to be open to anything, even if it's unfamiliar."

Vicky looked at me, blushing, with a girlish giggle. "Cindy, whatever I thought before, with you it's all okay."

"Well, making it 'all okay' is why we're here. At a gangbang lots will happen with men, other women, whatever. You have to go with the natural momentum, drop your defenses, and just enjoy."

"Okay, I'll try."

I liked her attitude.

We moved to the couch where Vicky lay on her back. To slowly overcome her inhibitions, I took my time, using my lips and tongue delicately on her pussy. She was stiff at first, but settled in, purring with pleasure, moving around, squeezing her own breasts. Her orgasm arrived with whimpers, gasps, and cries. She arched and bucked but I held on until the waves subsided.

She was different post-orgasm. Her modesty had evaporated. She was spread out nude on the couch, with one leg dangling off while a finger slowly circled on her clit.

She was irresistible; I competed with the finger to lick her some more. From that position I told her what I thought, "You look delicious, taste delicious, smell delicious."

She smiled.

"Right now you are unashamed, relaxed, open, composed, at peace with yourself. The goal is to feel all that, plus enjoy the sex, while a hundred guys are trying to fuck you and jerk off on your face."

After a quiet period, she shared, "You're shocking but warm and loving at the same time. I think I'm starting to get it. I feel different already, more confident that I can do what Wes wants."

"Wes wants?" I prompted.

"Okay, I want it too. I know that now."

We agreed to meet again two nights later.

Vicky arrived for session number two in a cheerful mood. "What's up, Coach?" she asked.

I showed her a collection of sex toys I brought to broaden her horizons. She got wide-eyed as she sorted through them.

Over the next few hours, I demonstrated how to use vibrators and dildos for personal pleasure and group entertainment. I used larger sizes than she had ever seen. I fucked her myself with a strap-on, stretching her and her imagination. We shared a double-dong while I probed her mouth with a big, black silicone rubber cock. I let Vicky ream me with it, then used it on her. All her holes were filled, separately or at once. We tried dozens of combinations until nothing would surprise or scare her.

I was enjoying the fun with Vicky and pleased by her progress. She was wonderful to work with and to play with.

At our third meeting, I accelerated the training.

"Okay, cumslut, on the bed, naked," I commanded Vicky, while taking off my clothes.

She stripped and hopped in, no longer inhibited, at least not with me.

I joined her in bed, saying, "Now make yourself come. I'll be the crowd, watching every move."

Vicky appeared very uncertain, processing this new twist.

"Just do it," I insisted.

She lay flat and spread her legs, slipping into the mood. As she rubbed her favorite pussy parts I teased, fondled and fingered her. I played with her boobs and pinched her nipples. Upping the ante, I fucked her mouth and twat with a dildo. No matter what, she kept going.

When I thought the time was right, I covertly texted 'NOW' to Carlos and Jeremy, two friends waiting in their car. They entered the bedroom minutes later.

Totally surprised, Vicky shrieked, then tried to hide against the headboard, folded up as small as possible. She glared at me.

The guys laughed but I scolded them, "Be nice, give the new girl a break."

I sat by her, purposely embarrassing her with fondling and fingering.

"Come on, start again," I urged. "I promised the boys a show."

I pushed deeper into her pussy. One thing led to another.

She was soon back into it, diddling herself. I kept her mouth busy with my fingers and tongue; her hands went faster and faster on her clit. She was breathing rapidly, squirming from side to side, muttering incoherently.

Carlos and Jeremy sat on opposite edges of the bed. cheering, "Go Vicky!" When she climaxed, they praised her lavishly while she was bucking and arching, making strangled noises, sweating.

I immediately shifted to a sixty-nine. My tongue and fingers probed and flicked. She screeched at the unbearable over-stimulation, but I wouldn't lighten up.

Vicky entered a new phase, rose red from excitement, twitching, shaking, moaning and panting as pleasure carried her away again. With her hands on my hips, she pulled my pussy to her face, her arousal overcoming any resistance to going down on me.

She used her tongue to probe deep, lap my juices and circle my clit. She bore down, taking over my senses. Feelings swelled as the welcome orgasm overtook me. Vicky was perfect, keeping up the clit thrashing until I couldn't take it.

From the sidelines, the men noisily praised our performance.

Vicky's progress was encouraging, but I was far from done with her. The men undressed, getting ready for their part.

"Hands and knees," I ordered.

She positioned herself for Carlos who slipped his oversize erection into her sopping twat. He began to thrust deeply. Her breasts bounced wildly under her as she pushed back and forth, matching Carlos' moves. I playfully held her tits, whispering encouragement as she was fucked.

She was gasping, murmuring, dazed from Carlos' pounding.

I nodded to Jeremy who had been watching, stroking himself. He moved in to give Vicky a facial, on the left cheek.

As the cum dripped, she paused, not sure what to do.

Carlos continued fucking her. I scraped cum from her cheek and fingered it past her lips to her tongue.

"Just keep going," I told her.

She resumed. Carlos was grunting, smacking into her ass, getting close. He quickly moved forward, shoving his cock into her mouth where, without warning, he came.

Vicky jumped up, yelping, spraying cum. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.

I shrugged, then licked off Carlos, barely fitting his dick into my mouth. I wanted to make sure he got a good finish.

"She's a little inexperienced," I told them, licking my lips.

At the bathroom door, I could hear Vicky crying as I knocked. She let me in.

"I'm such a loser," she sobbed, humiliated by her retreat.

"No, just panic."

I comforted her for a few minutes until she was ready to return.

Jeremy said he had another shot in him, but wanted some help. I sucked his dick until he got to the crucial moment, then switched Vicky in to finish. She calmly took the load.

I milked Jeremy's dick into her mouth, then asked her to snowball it to my hands. I totally smeared the cum over her entire face and boobs. We wriggled together, spreading the cum over our bodies. I licked and kissed her, making it as sloppy as possible. I wet my hands from both of our twats, using my fingers to mix those juices with the cum in her mouth.

She squirmed around with me, making happy noises, clearly having fun. She started to laugh, like she just figured out what was happening.

"Do you feel it?" I asked, full of smiles.

"Oh yeah," she assured me while finger painting cum in circles around my nipples, making me tingle.

"Vicky, you slut. Keep that up and I'll want to marry you myself."

She grinned and wiped one slippery hand slowly across my lips. I laughed with her, feeling unexpected emotions about my cumslut student.

After that night, we met five more times, making rapid progress teaching and conditioning Vicky for her gangbang debut. I had to make sure she knew what to expect so she would react well no matter what happened.

I instructed her in anal techniques, using increasingly large dildos. I put her on a schedule for butt plugs to stretch her until anal sex was easy. We reviewed double penetration, throat-fucking, fisting, bukkake, gokkun, and much more.

However, while I loved playing with her myself, we had to improve Vicky's skills with men. When Carlos and Jeremy joined us, I showed her again what we had practiced with dildos, but this time with Jeremy attached. Then it was her turn.

Vicky bent down and took him in her mouth. She began to bob up and down.

"Use your hands," I reminded her.

I could see he wasn't feeling much. "Tighten up," I insisted.

She did. Jeremy gave a thumbs up.

"That's better. Now go faster. Maintain the pressure."

I was relentless, "Come on, cumslut, drool on him, spit on him. Keep it wet. Use your hands."

She followed my suggestions, starting to look like a pro. She was moving fast, leaking spit and making excited sounds while he was noticeably enjoying her work.

Jeremy came in her mouth without fazing her. She completed sucking him dry, licked him off, and swallowed it.

Then, for the first time, Vicky took command, "Carlos, your turn."

She sat on her haunches in front of him.

Everyone chuckled as Carlos stuffed her with his barely fitting cock. She put a lot of energy and all her recent training into the blow job. She was active, noisy, wet, sloppy, and sexy as hell.

The difference showed in Carlos' reaction. He arched his back, groaning as he pushed his cock deeper into Vicky's willing mouth and throat. She didn't waver, keeping up the pace until he grunted, gasped and visibly pumped his load into her. She stayed with it, sucking, licking, then sucking more until he was completely done.

She looked up, pulled away. We all cheerfully applauded her great effort.

With her mouth full, she managed to mumble, "Cindy, I need you."

Laughing, I asked, "What for?"

She sprang up and seized me in her well developed grip. She bent me over and kissed me, forcing the cum into my mouth with her tongue. I recovered my balance, pushed her down on the couch with me on top, and gave all the cum back, into her mouth. The men were shouting and laughing while we kept the snowball volley going, rolling, struggling, hysterically giggling until she finally swallowed it.

I held her hands, looked at her with a beaming smile. "Stellar, Vicky. You may be more ready for this than you ever imagined."

She excitedly explained, "I finally get it. It's a sport!"

Everyone laughed and nodded. She had crossed another threshold. Everything went very smoothly after that.

For the last training session, I invited Carlos, Jeremy and six other reliable men to gangbang Vicky. This was her final exam and rehearsal.

In the living room, the men sat in a semicircle, facing the TV. For mood, I put on one of my cumslut videos with a music track.

While Vicky and I danced an erotic double strip, the guys provided the gangbang atmosphere with their comments and jokes.

As our clothes came off, we expanded into kissing and mutual body explorations until we were aroused, wet, and hot for the night's activities.

I dipped my right hand into her juicy pussy, tasted my slimy fingers, then held them in the air.

"She's good to go," I announced, drawing cheers and applause as I wiped the fingers across her amused lips.

I led Vicky to the bedroom where I helped her into the middle of the mattress. The men undressed and joined us.

With Vicky on her back, I folded her legs, pushing her knees almost to her breasts. When I put my face in her pussy, she moaned and gasped with pleasure. I licked her and sucked her clit. She squirmed and panted, responding passionately to everything I did.

She reached out to hold two cocks while I licked her. I knew she was ready to be fucked.

"Head over the edge, face up," I directed.

I stayed close as the guys fucked her face and cunt. Vicky's throat received the first man's cum, then more. The guys using her pussy didn't finish there; when they got close, they brought their cumshot to her mouth. I kissed her between men, when I could.

After she swallowed everything from the first round, I used a vibrator on her as the men gathered around her head to jerk off above her face, into her open mouth, creaming her thoroughly, splashing and dripping.

Vicky was fully involved. While squirming from the vibrator, she used her hands to pump extra drops from the cocks. Her fingers brought more cum into her mouth. She looked excited and happy as she did it, having a delighted romp. When the vibrator got to her, she climaxed raucously as the cum rained down.

When the men were finished, I licked off Vicky's face and lapped up all the other places where she had been jizzed. I slowly drooled it to her mouth. We rolled over, she gave it back, then we changed places once more. This time she swallowed and showed her mouth was empty. We all cheered and clapped for her.

Our show stimulated fresh erections.

"Where do you want it?" I asked her.

She sat up and arched her back to push out her tits. She squeezed them together for the first man to come in her cleavage.

As she rubbed it in, she casually said to the others, "Now come on my face."

The men were delighted by her invitation, dumping warm lines across her nose, down her cheeks, and onto her extended tongue.

Vicky's fingers directed the cum into her mouth. When she had it all, she straightened up, relaxed, and let it drool out over her lips, dropping to decorate her tits.

She was still having a good time and the men wanted more. Without comment, she lay down with her arms and legs wide open.

They took turns using all her holes again, producing more cum everywhere including directly into her mouth. She fingered herself to take more from her lower areas. She rubbed it on her belly and boobs then licked off her fingers. She rolled over to erotically squeeze and fondle her own ass, smearing cum there too. The guys were totally delighted, fucking her repeatedly, coming in and on her. She had more orgasms. I was thoroughly turned on just watching.

Above all, Vicky was the perfect cumslut the whole time, completing the night with high marks.

I congratulated her. We hugged, sliding in the goo on our bodies. We kissed and caught the giggles. The men circled the bed and applauded.

After the others left, Vicky and I stayed to talk. We discussed the big gangbang for Wes, the whole reason for this training.

I assured her, "No question, you're ready. Any gangbang he wants to see, you can do it."

She looked very happy. "When he gets home Saturday, I'll tell him I want to do it. We'll set a date."

"Can I share something?" she asked.

"Sure, anything."

"Tonight was different. I never had feelings like that, so out of control. One man after another, inside me, filling me up. The more cum I got the more I wanted. My head was spinning."

"Vicky, honey, you are definitely getting it."

We were still naked; I was horny. As we talked, it seemed natural to snuggle into her arms with my head on her breasts. She was sticky, but so was I. Then, I took her hand and put it between my legs. She casually stroked me with one finger.

I couldn't stand it. I turned to suck her nipples while she entertained my clit.

"Want to try the shower?" I suggested.

The big master bathroom enclosure had one of those hand held massager units on a long hose. Perfect. With that and a dildo, I gave Vicky a world class orgasm; she did the same for me. We eventually had enough, but only after several more orgasms each.

We slept together in the bedroom for a few hours, then went home.

On Sunday, Vicky called, eagerly bubbling over to tell me about her talk with Wes.

"He's thrilled. He wants the party at his totally private Caribbean island. I love the idea."

"Wow, a private island? How cool is that!"

Vicky continued, "He'll arrange everything. All I have to do is be there."

"When?"

"Next Saturday night, at nine."

She hesitated, "Cindy, one thing. Will you go with me?"

"Travel with you or do the party with you?"

"Both. I cleared it with Wes. Okay?"

I was excited. "Yes, of course. This is fantastic, wonderful."

Over the next few days, I helped her shop and prepare. We bought Vicky's dress for her entrance and rehearsed things to say, like how to answer questions Wes might have.

Thursday morning I met Vicky at LAX. Wes had a private jet waiting, one capable of the 3,500 mile flight to the Virgin Islands. Since Wes was coming from New York on Saturday, Vicky and I were the only passengers on the twenty-four seat plane. The crew served us with lavish luxury, the best I ever experienced.

On arrival at St. Thomas, we transferred to a helicopter that took off as soon as we boarded. It flew a wide arc out over the Caribbean Sea.

Thirty-five minutes later we descended to a landing pad on Wes' island. The aerial view of the tropical paradise was breathtaking: the bright colors, the contrast of water, beach and jungle. An elaborate villa was visible at the island's highest point. Smaller buildings poked through the foliage. I could see a yacht moored at the dock.

Golf carts took us to our personal bungalow, a two bedroom suite with a huge deck facing the Caribbean sunset. Elaborate amenities were explained by the staff. There were flowers everywhere. Nothing was overlooked.

We used Friday to decompress and adjust for the time change, then it was Saturday, party day.

Vicky asked to see the location, an open mowed field nearby. At one end of the clearing there was a spacious stage, a platform covered with soft carpeting over thick foam padding. A throne for Wes was placed on a higher level. There were upholstered benches, chairs, and couches to accommodate various positions, plus stacks of pillows, light blankets, and towels. All was ready.

Around seven, Wes paid us a visit. He and Vicky had a warm hug and kiss.

Vicky introduced me, saying, "Cindy's why I'm able to be here."

Wes was attractive, in shape, obviously very successful. He looked me over, openly weighing my sexual potential. We smiled at each other, mutually respectful.

He took my hand, "Very pleased to meet you, Cindy. Very pleased." He opened his arms for a hug.

He asked Vicky, "Any doubts? You can call this off, you know."

She scoffed. "Call it off? Cindy, let's go. We'll find a real party in St. Thomas."

Wes didn't expect that. He laughed, turning to me, "You've certainly had an impact."

He hugged Vicky again and left us.

I asked, "Are you really that confident?"

"Totally!"

At nine, we walked to the party. Vicky wore the mock wedding dress we had purchased from a Hollywood erotic costume shop. It was white lace but short, with a deep plunge V-front. The revealing dress did nothing to constrain her breasts while barely covering the matching panties and garter belt. An ankle length veil, white stockings, and pumps completed the outfit.

She looked spectacular.

I was merely an accessory to Vicky's beauty as I accompanied her in my slutty bridesmaid's dress that fit like a wet tee shirt.

The path passed through a thicket of huge tropical plants into the party area where a crowd of men waited. The sun had set, its light fading, replaced by glowing torches. The night was warm, sultry.

Wes saw us from his throne seat. He stood, extending a hand in our direction. Everyone applauded or whistled as we advanced up a ramp onto the padded central platform. I held Vicky's hand, walking one step ahead, leading her to Wes.

Standing in front of him, we performed a dual curtsy.

I said, "May I present fabulous Victoria, tonight's entertainment."

He smiled. "Welcome, Victoria."

Looking at me he added, "And you, Cindy."

Wes made a sweeping motion with his arm. Music came from a hidden sound system.

We took the cue, dancing to the rapid tempo, whirling around our stage. Vicky looked happy and calm.

I said quietly, "Here we go." She nodded.

Without fanfare, I unzipped the gown and stripped it off, leaving Vicky topless.

"Ahhhh," came from the audience. She smiled, blew kisses, then, still dancing, discarded everything except panties under her veil. I peeled my dress off, receiving wolf whistles, applause, and shouts.

We spun around the platform hearing growing appreciative calls and cheers.

Returning to Wes, I twirled Vicky around, then removed her veil and handed it to him. We walked to a padded bench where she lay down and lifted her legs straight up. I removed her panties, then pressed them to my face, sniffing with a look of ecstasy. Wild applause erupted as I tossed the panties into the crowd.

I spread Vicky's legs, knelt down and began to lick her. She was responding to my tongue as at least a dozen men gathered around us. I stepped away, leaving her open, wet, and available.

Cocks disappeared into her cunt, one after another. Her head was relocated to the edge of the bench where her mouth was immediately stuffed with a sequence of dicks.

Hands groped her tits while she was fucked in both ends. I sat near her head, steering cocks to fuck her mouth, or jerking them off on her face. I wondered if it was too much, but then she briefly smiled at me.

The men were clearly turned on by this opportunity to go wild with two attractive, willing women. Most fucked Vicky directly, but some had other requests, like wanting me to suck them off, then share the cum with her. I did what they asked. She was fine with everything, encouraging guys to come while gasping and squirming with pleasure as the pace increased.

Vicky's great tits were constantly fondled, by men waiting to fuck her or men who followed the touching with shooting their cum on her. When no one else was playing, she fondled herself, offering a target to the surrounding men. They soaked her with cum.

Between her legs, a steady sequence of men probed her, pussy and ass, sometimes doubling up. Cum seeped from her holes, a creampie growing as men left their deposit.

I was interrupted by a team who lifted and turned my body so they could do me together, reaming my ass while my face was fucked. I squealed and shuddered as I swung back and forth, held aloft by the guys. When a man came, a new one took over, a replacement with a fresh hard on. Ummm, that felt really good.

Vicky was still on her back, totally glazed, looking like the video that had freaked her out at our first training session. Not anymore. When guys jerked off on her face and boobs, she squirmed with delight and demanded more.

First chance, I pushed into the crowd around Vicky to straddle her head, placing my cummy twat over her mouth. I gyrated to the music with my arms in the air while cum from my pussy smeared her thoroughly. Vicky kept her mouth open, stimulating me with her tongue the whole time.

Excited men sprayed their cum on my dancing body, my jiggling boobs, and anything else they could reach. Vicky seemed totally aroused, reaching up to wet her hands in the fresh cum on me so she could transfer it to her busy mouth.

Meanwhile, as my twat slathered her face, her pussy was kept full of cock. She humped and rocked, actively fucking them, to get them to come inside her.

I went there to suck cum from her creampie. I returned to her head to release cum into her mouth in the sloppiest, most visible way as our tongues intertwined. Cocks intruded, pushing into our mouths as we kissed, delivering additional cum. We took it all with pleasure.

The cheering from the noisy crowd got even louder as they watched and participated. We were a hit.

I grinned st Vicky; she stuck out her tongue through globs of cum.

For a change of pace, we went to one of the cushioned chairs.

"Kneel on the seat, facing the chair. Put your head on the top of the back," I instructed.

In that position, a line of men got into her ass and pussy while I treated her face like a glory hole. On my knees near her head, I helped the men who wanted to cream her cheeks or come in her mouth. She coaxed each man until his cock spurted cum, then licked or sucked it all down.

Vicky was the center of attention, but men found multiple ways to use me to get off. My hair was pulled to turn me in the right direction, then a cock was pushed into my mouth. I used my boobs to tit fuck anyone who requested it. Men got in from behind me. Men just jacked off on me or both of us. I was properly glazed, sticky wet inside and out.

I thought Vicky looked glorious as she bounced against the hard cocks and played cum dump for the men. She was a dripping mess, but alluring and beautiful at the same time. No question, she had talent and seemed to be having fun.

More and more guys emerged from the endless crowd. Vicky and I took cum as long as they offered it. She handled the gangbang/blowbang/bukkake like it was her life's work.

During the free-for-all, we found ourselves on our knees in the center area, already cum soaked but ready for more. We kissed and fondled to stimulate the watching men to give us their cum.

Three men approached looking to get off. I started a hand job on the first one, then reached for Vicky to target her mouth.

"Do it," she encouraged, leaning her head back, tongue out.

I filled her mouth from their dicks, one-two-three, but instead of swallowing or snowballing, she explosively spit it all in my face, then broke up laughing. Her sloppy blast drew laughs, shouts, whoops, and hoots from the crowd. I was flustered for a moment, then joined the merriment.

I thought, "If that's what they want, I can play."

I sucked off three more, then spit it all on Vicky. She looked surprised, then amused. We sped up the cycle, sucking off multiple guys each, then spitting what we had on each other as fast as possible. A good hit was celebrated with enthusiastic high fives and fist bumps from the men. Everyone was laughing, cheering, or applauding.

Again and again, we sucked men off then spit the mouthful on each other. We were covered from hair to feet, having so much fun. The men pressed in to offer their erect dicks. They yelled directions and laughed with us.

It was exciting fun to spit cum on Vicky, although I don't know why. Something primal. I whispered to her, "This is so hot." She agreed.

We changed it up. I lay on one of the benches yelling "Fuck me!" until I was loaded up with cum again. Vicky sucked me out, holding all the cum in her mouth, then spit it on my face and boobs. I called her skanky names; she spit more on me and took her turn on the bottom. We repeated the sequence many times with different numbers of guys; we couldn't get enough.

I was close to orgasm any time Vicky got near my clit. In several rounds, she did get me off just by briefly focusing her tongue there while scavenging cum. Then, a few minutes later, while I spit and played with the cum on her, she used her hands to get herself off. Everything we did delighted the audience.

We were completely coated with cum, but it was never enough. The men continued to arrive and we kept taking them on, any way they wanted, adding to the slime.

By the time we ran out of guys, I was crazy hot for Vicky. I embraced her, panting and gasping, kissed her violently, tongues active, igniting a passionate frenzy. We rolled on the mat, deeply kissing, licking cum off each other, sucking tits, fingers inside, using our hands to scoop cum, smear it and feed it.

We shifted to a sixty-nine position as we slopped together like complete pigs. Our audience was screaming praise, compliments, insults and all manner of sexual suggestions. I sucked her to an orgasm, then sat up and squished my cunt on her face until she made me come. I let out a long wailing cry as I released, very loud.

The men had a big reaction to that, mimicking my cry. Our passion drew a crop of refreshed men to stand over us, jerking off, pouring on the cum. Men climaxed, watched our erotic performance, then came again. In our blissed out buzz we thrashed together, having cum soaked orgasms one after another, nearly oblivious to our surroundings.

Eventually every dick was drained; we were all done. To a rising chorus of cheers, we stood, kissed shamelessly, and licked faces. As the crowd roared, I fondled Vicky's boobs and slipped fingers into her pussy. She spanked my ass while I did it. The kissing continued, and continued.

Ultimately, we both bowed to the audience, earning a final enormously loud outpouring of approval.

When we walked to Wes' throne, Vicky squeezed my hand, ready for the big moment.

She stood before him, with her brilliant smile and naked body, cum glazed top to bottom, still oozing from every hole. He looked at her, happily astonished.

He stood up, took her hand. "Vicky darling, unbelievable! You've exceeded my fantasies."

She replied, "Thank you for the gift of tonight. It was incredible. Whenever you want me to do it again, I'm ready."

Wes was all smiles, "Again?" He shook his head, "You amaze me, that's for sure."

Vicky looked at him impishly, "Just wait. I'm planning to work with Cindy to create new memories for you, better than your fantasies."

He grinned widely, reaching out to touch both of us. "Perfect!"

He said to me, "Cindy, you have multiplied my pleasure."

Then, only for Vicky, his face full of love, "You are the sexiest, most desirable woman on earth. I want you as my bride, to be with you always."

She beamed at him in return, so happy, nodding yes, yes, yes.

Wes put a blanket on Vicky's shoulders, then hugged her to him.

To me he said, "Cindy, I can't thank you enough. Now please excuse us. My future bride and I need to catch up."

Vicky embraced me once more, whispering, "You were right about everything."

Arm in arm, they walked toward the main house, disappearing into the night.

The next day, we flew home. During the trip, Vicky asked me to be the Maid of Honor at her wedding.

"Wes agreed with me, you are the best possible choice."

I was so moved and thrilled, I cried.

On the second weekend after the party, I got a call from Vicky.

"Can I come over with a little surprise for you?"

When she arrived, she asked me to come outside. In the driveway was a shiny new Porsche 911 Turbo S Cabriolet, in red, my favorite color.

"Cool car, Vicky. Is it a wedding gift from Wes?"

I was shocked when she said, "It's a gift, but for you, from Wes and me."

I couldn't comprehend. "What? Are you crazy? That's a two hundred thousand dollar ride."

"You revolutionized my life. You liberated me to be Wes' fantasy, creating our future. There is no gift immense enough for that. The Porsche is a small symbol of our appreciation."

She tossed me the keys.

I stared at the car as the reality sunk in. Then I took her hand and we ran around it several times, skipping and giggling like schoolgirls.

Overcome, I clasped her in my arms for a hug that morphed into a deep kiss.

After a test drive, we transferred our happy excitement to the bedroom.