Circle of Self
The women hold space for the men
“Your cum mirror is especially disgusting today,” Simone said with a sly smile, holding it as I photographed it in her hands. “You’ve been a nasty boy.”
We had, in our relationship, the ability to talk about this openly. And we had a tradition, following many sessions, of me stripping, spilling onto the mirror, and licking myself back as she held it in front of me. And when I was naked, horny and horny for her, she sometimes asked me to confess my desires. Often this was something about my desire for her.
She had offered me any kind of sex I wanted. She reminded me that my option to fuck her or lick her out was always open. Early in our friendship, many months earlier I asked her to help me hold the space of no pussy; to help train me in chastity. She looked me with her seductive warmth and said, “I understand.”
Simone was about everyone’s pleasure. Some of the models were repelled at the thought of men masturbating to them. Simone nourished herself on the idea. I knew she fucked a lot of men, and also her best friend, with whom she had been casual lovers since childhood. For me, she was happy to hold my cum mirrors, be photographed with them, and feel my longing for her which we agreed was my own creation by denying myself the privilege of fucking her Pisces beauty.
On this particular afternoon, I stripped and knelt before her. She reached for her purse, took out a joint and a book of matches, struck one with a burst of sulfury smoke, and lit it up. She didn’t like lighters. She took a drag and passed it to me, sitting naked before her, knowing what it would do to me.
“Look at this mess you’ve made,” she said with a casual tone that was soul crushing. “You’ll need to clean this up.” As the weed took hold, I was gazing into my spattered, partly licked-back mirror that was the only thing between me and her pretty pussy, which she had just been spreading for me. “I think you should confess.”
I told her about another Blue girl, Star, a mutual friend, and how I had masturbated today thinking of she and her boyfriend fucking.
“I get to see that,” she said. “I watched them fuck this morning.”
I was now openly masturbating and very high. “What else,” she asked.
“I want to smell and suck your twat.”
“Poor boy. I know all about it. You’ve asked me to deny you. I’m your friend and I’ll do what you asked.”
“May I lick your ass?”
“You know the answer that.”
But she leaned in and let me suck her thick, pierced nipple for a few moments. I was spinning in the most delicious agony. She held my mirror to my face to lick. And I did. Then she pulled it away, parted her knees her and spread her pussy, which was soaked.
“You could have my wet snatch to yourself, but instead you lick your dry, crusty cum mirror.” She held her fingers to my upper lip to sniff. I did, taking a little whiff of her cunty delight. Then she put my mirror back in front of me.
I was edging closer to my release. I wanted her to watch my face. She always did. She looked at me in the eyes and I said, “I want to do this with other men. I want to be with other men who thirst for themselves and drink.”
“Ohh, that’s pretty. Of course you do. I bet I can make that happen.”
I groaned. “Star and her boyfriend might be into that. And I know two pervy bisexual boys who will try almost anything.” She was staring deep into my eyes. Then she held my cum mirror right up to me, where I could see my streaked and spattered reflection.
“Watch yourself as you cum, your face. I’ll catch your semen.”
And that was it. I gazed at my face in the streaks and crusts and tongue marks, trying to keep my eyes open as orgasm rocked through me and my body began to pulse. I could feel her thumb aiming the tip of my penis catching a profound gush of my seed in her palm. I gasped with release with each pulse as she collected my cum.
Then she set the mirror down on the bed and hand fed myself to me as I licked her sweaty, cummy, pussy-scented hand, hungrily, helpless, loving her in my state of gorgeous submission. Then she picked up the dry mirror.
“Spit,” she said, and I dropped what was left of my load fro my mouth onto the spattered surface. Then she said, “Now lick.” As I licked up the mixture of saliva and cum and swallowed, she said, “You’re so dirty. Especially because you want this more than my pussy.”
The big day was the following Sunday. Simone arrived early, with coffee and a little flask that I knew contained rum and ice. “We should do this on the bed between the mirrors,” she decided — where she had masturbated to herself so many times as I photographed her.
The young guys she described as her pervy bisexual friends showed up and she introduced them as Kai and Benjamin. They had the look of skate rats and seemed friendly and polite. They seemed about 20 or 21. Last, Star and her boyfriend Morgan arrived.
We all squeezed into the area with two queen futons surrounded by mirrors. There was not going to be any therapy session or teased out situation. “Eric wants to drink his cum with other men and wants to watch them do it, too.”
Star spoke. “Morgan always wants to do that but he chickens out. When I blow him I try to kiss him into his mouth but he always seems disgusted. So I swallow him, um, I swallow you. This time we’re doing it,” she added with sidelong glance.
Simone said to Kai and Benjamin: “You guys jerk off together all the time but do you ever drink yourself?” They were a young and a bit shy for this kind of direct talk. They both shook no. “But I’ve seen you suck off one another,” Simone said. “That was good. Drinking yourself will be fun. I feed Eric his cum after every time he photographs me naked. He thinks he’s giving up pussy, starting with me.”
It was shocking how embarrassing this was, coming from the mouth of a pretty young woman who had, after our first photo session a year ago, offered me anything I wanted. As she said this, she wriggled out of her clothes. She glanced at the men. “Get naked,” she said. “Let’s do this now.”
My heart and neck were thumping. Star stared at me, pinning me to myself. She was the kind of model who was all sexual and no sex — though we had an interesting first session, a story for another time.
She elbowed her boyfriend gently and he slipped out of his jeans and tee shirt. I undressed as did Kai and Ben. The large futon was a cascade of clothing and naked bodies, reflected infinitely between two large sheets of mirror. Star was, as always, dressed to make you want to eat her pussy without an invitation, in tiny shorts, ripped up leggings and a wife beater worn thin from a hundred washings that revealed her plump nipples.
Simone faced into the mirror and stretched her little pussy open, and then plucked her clit like a guitar string, her face snarling and relaxing until she tossed herself into a fierce, immediate orgasm...for us as much as for her. Simone lived on the brink of orgasm at all times. She leaned toward her reflection and kissed her mouth in the mirror. She looked at Kai and Ben in the reflection. She chose them to masturbate first.
“Come over and face Eric. You’re doing this for him.” They squirmed over and knelt up near me. Morgan and the two women watched. Simone had a little bowl of coconut oil from our last session. She lubed their now stiff cocks for them with it. Then she retrieved my round cum mirror from the windowsill.
“Eric licks his orgasm from here, or from my hand.” Kai looked like he was going to orgasm on the spot. “Your have your choice of Eric’s cum platter, or Eric’s hand.”
I was not expecting this but…I was happy Simone was taking charge, seeming to live out some fantasy that suited me fine. The two younger men were masturbating in my direction. My cock was stiff and tense and wanting attention. I did not touch myself for fear I would trigger an uncontrollable release. Simone snuggled up next to me. Star and her boyfriend watched this little. Kai was close to his orgasm; his breath was heavy and his face melting. Simone reached under his balls and stroked him in that sensitive spot.
“Eric,” she said, and I knew what she meant. I cupped my hands under the tip of Kai’s penis as he started to grunt and spurt a little fountain of semen that I wanted to lean in and swallow. I glanced at his face and then saw myself in front of him offering myself as a receptacle, and filled my right hands with some random cords of sperm on my wrists.
“Do it now,” she said, and I raised my hands to Kai’s mouth as he reluctantly started to lick. That is when Simone pressed his face into my hand and he had no choice. I felt his tongue drag back his fresh, slippery ejaculate and his lips sucked and he took himself in and he swallowed in one gulp and then raised his head and showed everyone his wet face.
His face was precious, the mix of raging embarrassment and delight. His friend Ben studied him, wondering what fate awaited.
“I’m gonna do that for Ben,” Star declared.
This seemed designed to get her boyfriend worked up.
She stripped off her tank top and presented her breasts to Ben. Simone lubed his penis with a thick gob of coconut oil. Star knelt face to face with him, knees apart. He was suddenly out of his mind horny looking into her intense gaze and unbearably gorgeous breasts. Everything about him begged for relief. Star provided this, saving him the indignity of masturbating himself.
She was efficient and sexually skilled; with one hand she milked him into her other. There was not going to be much holding back. She watched the facial details of his orgasm as he heaved and she collected his cum in her hand — right in front of Morgan. She then drizzled some of his semen onto one of her breasts and invited him to suck. He did. She tried to show no pleasure from this act, but I could tell her heart was hot and there was a wet spot in the crotch of her shorts.
Then she said: “Open your mouth. Lean back” He did, and she spilled his cum down his throat as he swallowed helplessly.
She then turned her attention to her boyfriend, whose naked and beautiful penis was up and at attention. She leaned in and sucked him. Deeply, almost to his hilt. What a gorgeous little slut she was.
Then she sucked the tip of his penis while she cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his belly with the other. That did it. He groaned, and snorted just a little, and I could, we all could, see his penis twitch as his semen filled her mouth. She held that position for a long time, holding his living liquid in her mouth. She then raised her head as his penis was still drooling cum.
Then she kissed him aggressively, dumping his load into his own mouth and ensuring that he had no choice but to swallow.
Then to my shock she turned around and kissed me, offering me the last of his ejaculation, mixed with her spit, slipping her tongue into my mouth for a moment. I licked the inside of my mouth to make it last longer as I drank them, now, melting, urgently needing to release myself in their presence.
Star cleaned up the spilled remnants of orgasm from Morgan’s belly, dick and balls and fed him meticulously as we all watched. “There, you’ve done it,” she said to him. “Finally.”
“Eric’s turn!” Simone said gleefully.
“Eric fantasizes about you two fucking,” she announced.
“I’m not surprised,” Star said. Morgan had that look of not knowing what to think.
“He also wants to fuck you. You should tell her that yourself.”
I looked at Star. “I want to fuck you. I want to smell your pussy.”
She shook her head. Her expression was a little disgusted.
“Eric Francis, face the mirror. Show us how you mirror masturbate. Just like you always show me.”
I did as she said. She sat down next to me as I knelt up, legs akimbo. On the window sill was the cup of coconut oil and a little purple dildo. She lubed it, lubed my ass and pushed it in aggressively. Again I submitted to having no control. With her other hand she held up my little round mirror.
“What is this?”
“It’s my cum mirror.”
“It’s your mess. Lick your mess.” She handed it to me. “He likes to beg for pussy while he does this.” I was now on full display in front of three naked men and two sex goddesses. She sat down facing the mirror and spread her pierced twat wide. She dipped her fingers deep in herself and sucked them.
Ben and Kai were both erect masturbating again. Star was stroking Morgan’s cock. I mirror masturbated with this whole scene unfolding behind me.
“Eric’s his own cumslut.” The voice was one of the men. I was too self-involved to know whose.
“Lick your mirror. Lick up your dry cum. Show us.” The voice was Simone’s.
“That’s pretty disgusting.” The voice was Star’s.
“When you’re ready, orgasm into your eyes,” Simone said, taking the spattered little mirror from my hands and letting me sniff her fingers. “Everyone, watch Eric cum watching his face.” That did it; I slipped into oblivion. I did not recognize the person I was looking at, the melting desperation and delight and agony. A voice in my mind said “forgive.” Everything went to bliss-white light-pure breath.
My orgasm threw me around the universe. I lost consciousness out for a moment and Simone steadied me. She displayed my crusted mirror covered with cords of fresh white semen for everyone to see and know about.
Then she raised it to my face and pushed the back of my head so that my mouth and nose submerged in the layer of semen. “Suck it in. Eat your humble pie,” she said. “All the other men did it today and so will you. Open your mouth before you swallow.”
Simone understood the embarrassment factor. That special urgency as the way to becoming unfettered. She did not need to read it in a book.
I dropped open my jaw and tongue, not daring to look at myself for more than a fleeting moment…but enough to have the image impressed into my consciousness forever. I can still see my face, wet and messy, my lips slick and coated. Ben and Kai were gathered close to Simone to watch this spectacle of my self-submission.
I must have drifted off. The next thing I was aware of was the sound of a man moaning. I opened my eyes and looking in the mirror could see Kai sucking off Ben, slowly bringing him to release himself. He whimpered quietly, and then all at once he was panting out his climax.
They reversed places. I watched as Ben took Kai into his mouth and, with some tease and licking under his balls — held up by Simone — sucked him to orgasm and swallowed his semen. Beyond my own experiments, I had never witnessed other men having sex.
Simone leaned into my ear and whispered, “Let’s get together with them again some time.” I knew what she meant. Simone was one person with whom it was delicious to be totally honest about my sexuality with; she was all about the pleasure of every living creature, and a true sexual instigator.
I whispered back, Mmm hmmm…
The final act in the afternoon’s drama involved Star inviting Morgan to fuck her. She was fully in her manifestation of sex in a body. Now that her boyfriend was initiated, it was time for Star to fulfill her fantasy. We gathered around them as she spread her vulva lips and Morgan’s cock slipped into her, his ass floating above her. This seemingly private act was to be collective property. We were all involved.
She relaxed and dropped her legs apart; Simone assisted in this, pushing her knees open for that delightful feeling of stretched penetration. Women love to help women enjoy sex. She guided Morgan’s hips deeper in this ritual of love and pleasure.
And a ritual it was, set in the mirror chamber where so many had made love to themselves: the conjugal couple witnessed by three men and a woman…men who had all been initiated into receiving their own semen that day…the essence of contacting our receptive feminine.
We all knew what this would be about, but not how it would play out. There was no need for long elaborate fucking; the intent was for him to deposit his semen into her body. Simone, a master of the testicles, played with Morgans balls from behind as he thrust into her. He started to lose his control.
Star said to him: “Look at my face when you come.”
He lifted his cheek from her shoulder and their eye contact spilled the cup of his passion; he panted and heaved his life force helplessly into his lover.
Simone then guided his hips away from her. Star lay back and pulled her knees up, her gorgeous flower blossoming wet and plump.
Simone guided his face to her vulva and whispered something in his ear. He was reluctant to drink himself from her and needed some guidance. Finally his mouth made contact with her and he delicately licked her labia. He was showing no sign of getting into it. Star wanted to be licked out deeply and she wanted her lover to imbibe the mixture of them.
Simone guided him to lay back onto some pillows. Star swung her leg over him and mounted his face with her pussy, facing toward his feet. He could not resist this. She pressed her yoni onto his mouth with a full genital kiss and began to masturbate onto his face. Finally — I saw this — he reached into her with his tongue, surrendering to the experience, part from necessity and part from desire.
Then Star cut loose and crushed her vagina into him and masturbated aggressively. Simone had slipped herself under Morgan’s head, replacing the pillows, and said out loud that he would be happy if he relaxed fully and let himself drink from her.
He finally began to swallow honestly, like he was truly thirsty, and then his deeper need come forth. He began to suck her into his mouth. This set Star off. She arched her back and orgasmed and ejaculated gushes of her amrita, spilling over his face and into his mouth, and onto Simone’s lap, flooding the room with her scent as Morgan swallowed his lover deeply and without compromise.
