Cindy The Gangbang Coach - Sex Stories

Cindy The Gangbang Coach

... 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.