Cindy's First Bukkake GangBang Party Part 5 - Sex Stories

Cindy's First Bukkake GangBang Party Part 5

... uncountable men. When I eventually got control of myself, I sat up, trembling. Jack was sitting near, still holding the vibrator, smiling at me. He licked off the vibrator, leaned in to give me a deeply penetrating kiss. I put my arms around him and returned the passion, I really liked this guy and what he could do for me. He stood up, extended a hand to help me up, off the bed. I was very shaky, actually glad to have help just to stand. My pussy was sore, I was trembling, cum still festooned my body and leaked from everywhere. I could feel it, taste it. But I never felt better, never had a happier moment. I looked around to see all the men gathered near us. My head had been in a different place, but I guess they watched my last performance. They clapped appreciatively, at length, looking at me with admiration, showing their gratitude for my uninhibited sexual gifts that night. Jack walked me to the shower where I got my first chance to clean up, a hot, soapy private shower that felt great. When I got out, there was a stack of heated towels for me, another outstanding treat. I returned to the main room, wrapped in one of the towels, to find everyone was dressed. James helped me into a luxurious robe that I put on over the towel, then dropped the towel from inside, feeling the magnificent coziness of the robe against my clean, bare skin. James spoke, "This party is officially over, many thanks to everyone who participated. But, but, most of all, our thanks to awesome Cindy. ...

... The quick vote we took determined that she is considered the most outstanding rookie we've ever had!" Again, everyone joined in applause. I knew it was for me, but somehow I couldn't quite believe it. James faced me, holding out a little trophy, a gold metal star standing up on one of its points, mounted on an onyx base. "A small gift from all of us," he said. I smiled at everyone, gave James a hug and kiss. Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, giggles mixed with tears, I jumped up and down, clenching the trophy. I threw my arms up, waving the trophy, shouted, "You guys rock!!!" Applause, cheers, fist pumps, high fives, hooah! I never felt so appreciated. I read the wording on the engraved plate on the base. It had the date, said "Top Rookie - 81" plus what looked like a phone number. I turned to James, "What does eighty-one mean?" He laughed. That's the total from the member roster for tonight. Eighty-one men were here with you. I gasped! Then shock changed to laughter, it felt good, like success. Why not? Would it matter if it was 41 or 101? "Then, whose phone number is this?" I asked, pointing to the plate once more. "If you ever need anything, just call that number. You have a lot of new friends." Heads nodded, more applause, I threw kisses, showed them how pleased I was. John and Jack appeared, offering to take me home or anywhere I wanted. They gave me a gift bag, branded with the logo of an upscale Malibu store. Inside were a pair of Bermuda shorts with a nice casual top, ...