Crystal Mountain

we do it again

“Wanna get high?”

Condescending little bitch.

“Sure."

She was allowing access to her ounce of crystal mountain cush, the ultimate sex weed…smuggled in from Amsterdam by her ex-girlfriend. I understood her coded language; how could I not?

I rolled a joint; that was the only way she smoked. As I did, she set up her little scene, several thick towels at the edge of the bed, her double dildo appropriated from the Book of Blue guitar case of sex toys, a mirror, a little stainless cup of coconut oil and one of my cum mirrors. And an identical stainless cup, left empty.

I lit the joint, took a drag, and passed it to her. She never liked the first drag; she tasted a little, then a little more, and passed it back. I took a second drag and that was enough. By this time she had stripped down to her little white sweater.

Then in her perfunctory way, she lubed the two dildos, squatted over her arrangement and said, “Mirror.” This meant to hold a (clean) mirror to her face as she penetrated herself; I held her mirror to her face as she dropped her little pelvis down onto double penetration and watched herself snarl, and moan a little, and snort a little and then growl out her relief as she dropped deeply into both penises, feet flat on the bed.

Then came time for the conversation.

“You’re sill dressed”

I stripped for her.

“Show me your disgusting mirror.”

I held it up and gazed into it. She rocked gently on her self penetration.

“Tell me what you’re choosing to do"

“I am choosing” (she insisted that I begin each statement with these words) “to surrender pussy. I am choosing not to fuck. I am choosing not to lick. I’m becoming a mirror masturbator.”

“That’s right,” she said. “I fuck myself. Now only other girls will lick me. You had your opportunity. What are you holding?”

I was holding a mirror spattered with multiple, partly licked back ejaculations, covered with my tongue streaks.

“I’m holding pussy. I’m holding my cum mirror.”

She rocked deeply on her penetration, grunting under her breath, shamelessly indulging her desire. She liked to be watched and felt masturbating as much as I did. We were twins that way.

“Mirror,” she said, by which she meant get her clean mirror.

I held it to her face so she could see herself, for her onanistic lesbian self-satisfaction. She wanted me to show her her own beauty, though she often masturbated into the mirror alone. She would do it with the door open or set up scenes were I would walk in on her.

“What are you?” she said to herself, and to me.

“I’m a selfcum licking mirror masturbator.”

“No!”

“I choose to be a selfcum licking mirror masturbator.”

“Eat it.”

I licked deep into my cummy mirror, smelling and melting back ejaculations many of which she had seen me produce, naked, as she watched fully dressed…a few times inviting a friend to see my spectacle.

“Look at your face while you do it and say your ritual. Open your eyes.”

“I choose to only eat myself. I am my cunnilingus. I am a mirror celibate self cum drinker.” I looked back up at her.

She fucked her vulva and asshole, rocking and thrusting down, and then her face melted into an expression I’ve seen many times. I knew to hold up her mirror to her so she could witness the face of her gorgeous indignity.

“Don’t let your lips touch my pussy,” she ordered.

That was her oblique invitation…to get ready. I could smell her gorgeous little cunt and wanted to suck her supple lips and slip my tongue up her snatch next to her dildo.

She fucked deeply, panted and began to spurt and invited me to lean in and drink from her…

I stayed about an inch back as her girl cum sprayed over the top of her dildo and I gulped her acrid, hot, slightly pissy amrita, swallowing pulse after pulse as I melted inside, and then showing her my wet face and my bliss of surrender into receiving her.

I paused, panting, only partly satisfied…waiting to hear her next instruction.

Would she allow me to spill and satisfy myself in her presence? My penis and peivis were pressing outward, full and ready to burst out and I wanted my thick goo in her mouth and to humiliate myself showing her.

“Now go in the other room and masturbate privately.”

My heart sank and I also knew my orgasm would be delicious to experience and to taste and even a little extra delightful for beng alone.

I picked up my mirror and walked out quietly…I knew what this was about — not just denying me, but also her need to experience her solitary pleasure and, as I knew she did but had never seen, squirt into her little silver cup and drink herself.

She assured me I would never see her do this — that was for herself alone, and as witness, for women only. I so urgently wanted to see her face give into her need and her lips swallow her bitter water…