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Bukkake Box of Infinite Glory
By FastandSloppy (fastandsloppy@yahoo.com)

***

He showed us into a largish room where only the base 
track from the music out front penetrated. The room 
was dimly lit, painted red and floored in scuffed and 
faded red linoleum. There were a few chairs scattered 
about but on one side of the room stood a glass box; 
seven feet tall and a yard square at the base. It was 
dark, like a monolith. (M+/F, exh, oral, glory, orgy)

***

It was weird. I used to hate those women who were 
always checking themselves in the mirror; inspecting 
their hair; reviewing their make-up; examining their 
curves and cleavage. Get the fuck over yourself, I'd 
think. But on the day after we got back from vacation 
I found myself doing the exactly same thing. Well, not 
exactly the same thing. I was worse. 

I had opened the closet door where Rick had mounted a 
full length mirror so that it faced the big mirror by 
the sink. Then I'd stripped down to my birthday suit 
and stood between them, studying my bod from front and 
back. 

Holy shit I looked good; my skin radiated the rich, 
deep, copper splendor of the best tan I'd ever had, my 
usually blandly brown hair was alive with natural 
sunny highlights and my body was firm and tight from a 
week of dancing, swimming and fucking. 

It was a weird sensation, feeling good about my 
appearance. I'd been such a frumpy dork as a teenager. 
All through school I had awful braces, ugly glasses, 
bad skin, lank hair and a wardrobe of oversized hand-
me-down sweaters and thrift store skirts my 
obsessively thrifty mother foisted on me. I had gotten 
my act together since then, but that kind of self-
doubt puts down deep roots. 

Rick was always pushing me to wear skimpier, slinkier 
outfits when we went out, but I just didn't feel 
comfortable in that slutty shit. So you can imagine 
the fit I threw when I found out he had booked us in a 
"clothing optional" resort in Mexico for our vacation. 

Oh it was bad. Especially since I didn't discover his 
little trick until we were being shown to our room. I 
demanded we leave immediately, but we were already 
checked in so I agreed to stay one day. Then that 
afternoon we were lounging by the salt water pool and 
I saw a fat couple lolling around in the buff so I 
worked up my courage and took off my top. Rick kept 
bringing me daiquiris and my mood kept improving.  
Pretty soon I was hanging out bare ass naked. Me! 

It got really weird when this Canadian lawyer swam up 
and started hitting on me. I was flattered, he was 
pretty handsome, but I turned him away of course. When 
I looked around to see where the hell Rick was, I saw 
him lurking by the bar: watching. He immediately 
brought me back to the room for some energetic, and 
very imaginative, lovemaking.  As we lay holding each 
other afterwards, Rick admitted he gets really turned 
on when other guys ogle me. 

Now don't get the impression that Rick is some 
cuckold-wannabe. He's a big, manly, good-ole-boy who 
runs his dad's successful custom glass and mirror 
company. But for some reason he just likes it when 
guys check me out. So, I spent the entire vacation 
undressed or barely dressed as I strutted around and 
flirted while Rick hung back and got hornier and 
hornier. We'd fuck two or three times a day and I got 
to feeling like quite a hot piece of ass. 

And you know what? If felt frickin' awesome. 

So there I was, back at home, between those two 
mirrors, checking out my body. I was lifting my boobs 
up to check if my tan extended to the girls' under-
crease when Rick walked in. 

"Oh, that's what a man likes to see when he comes home 
from work," he said. 

"Hey studly," I said with a big smile as I struck a 
centerfold pose.

"How was your first day back?" 

"It sucked," he said glumly as he came over to take me 
in his big powerful hands and lean in to kiss me. 

"You should've taken an extra rest day like I did." 

"They knew I was back in town. They'd have been 
calling me all day anyway." 

"Why, was the place a smoking ruin when you got back?" 

"Not quite. We had an emergency with a weird custom 
job. You know that place on the east side of town 
called Swankies?" 

"What, the nudie bar everyone calls Skankies?" 

"Yeah. They had ordered a big box made of two way 
mirrors with the mirror surfaces facing in, but 
Murray, the stupid fuck, build it wrong way out. So 
they had to rebuild it over the weekend and we were 
late with the order. I had to go out there to smooth 
things over." 

"My poor studly, he had to go to a strip club for work 
today," I said with more than a little sarcasm. 

"Hey, the Monday afternoon talent isn't exactly the 
cream of womanhood.

I feel like my eyes got crabs looking at that bunch." 

I laughed, but a detail of his story was bugging me. 
"Why would they need a two way mirror box with the 
mirrors facing in?" 

"'Cause the guys can see in and from the outside it 
looks like there are a zillion girls dancing. But it's 
real freaky from the inside. I got in there to test 
the joins and it's like being in a huge room full of 
your own duplicates." He looked at the two mirrors 
facing each other in the bathroom, displaying a lined 
up army of me-clones. "Like with these two mirrors, 
but closer and on all four sides." 

"Wow," I said, thinking it over. "So the girl in there 
wouldn't see the audience I guess." 

"Nope, just herself; lots and lots of herself." 

The idea of dancing nude in a small box among a sea of 
my own duplicates while being watched by men I 
couldn't see caught in my brain like a barb. It would 
certainly make it easier to do something like that if 
you couldn't see the perverts leering at you and you 
knew they couldn't lurch up and touch you. 

"Hey, doesn't Swankies have an amateur night?" I 
asked. 

"Yeah, their sign said every Monday nigh..." Rick's 
mouth dropped open as I stood grinning at him. 

*** 

So there we were, in the parking lot of Swankies. We'd 
decided to go after ten so there would be a bigger 
crowd. The anticipation had been driving Rick nuts. 
Rick kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to do this 
in a tone of voice that left no doubt that he hoped I 
was. I confirmed I was still willing, but I was 
feeling really nervous.  Swankies is in an iffy part 
of town and the clientele I saw entering the place was 
noticeably rough looking and "ethnic", if you know 
what I mean. I was glad I had a big guy like Rick with 
me. 

"You seem nervous," he said. 

"Of course I am. It wouldn't be a thrill if I wasn't." 

"I got something that might help that," he said and 
pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket. 

I'm not as fond of weed as Rick and his buddies, but I 
like it for special occasions and I certainly 
considered this occasion more special than most. We 
smoked it down to a uselessly tiny roach and 
unsteadily pulled ourselves from the acrid fog of the 
car. As we moved in slow motion towards the entrance I 
felt distinctly groovy and light headed. 

Swankies was a cool place to be stoned. Neon lights, 
strobes, mirrors and loud, loud music flooded through 
me. I looked at the stage but didn't see the mirror 
box. I briefly wondered if the alleged box was one of 
Rick's tricks to get me there to strip; like his 
little nudist resort stunt. But I just laughed at the 
thought, mostly because I was so frickin' high. 

Rick guided me to the bar and started talking to the 
bartender but I didn't hear, or care about, a thing he 
said. I was watching some Latina chick with a big ass, 
droopy tits and a collection of homemade tattoos 
strutting around on runway to an extra base-heavy 
version of "Poker Face". When I looked down at the 
crowd I saw a lot of guys looking at me hopefully. 

A slick looking white guy in a shiny suit came out and 
spoke to Rick for a bit before escorting us through 
the crowd to a hallway in back. A neon sign said "VIP 
Rooms". He showed us into a largish room where only 
the base track from the music out front penetrated. 
The room was dimly lit, painted red and floored in 
scuffed and faded red linoleum. There were a few 
chairs scattered about but on one side of the room 
stood a glass box; seven feet tall and a yard square 
at the base. It was dark, like a monolith. 

"So your girl wants to do the Infinite Glory huh?" he 
asked with a leer.

"Wow, Infinite Glory?" I asked, laughing like a stupid 
stoner chick.

"Cool." 

"We've discovered a... um, exhibitionist streak in our 
relationship," said Rick. 

"Gettin' hard core, huh?" said the manager gesturing 
towards the box.  "But I don't judge. Just get her in 
there and I'll announce that we're having a special 
show." Then he left. 

"This is gonna be awesome," I said with a spacey 
giggle. 

"So you're still into it?" Rick asked. 

"Heck yeah. How do I get in there?" 

Rick showed me how the back opened and how the colored 
neon lights mounted into the corners worked. It blew 
my mind. Standing in there with a multitude of me 
stretching off in every direction lit in yellow, pink, 
purple and blue, I felt like I was in a crazy dream. I 
tried dancing, but it was a little tight for anything 
more than just wiggling in place. 

"Hey, what are these things?" I asked, indicating 
three clear Lucite knobs inside the box. They were 
attached to the inner mirror surfaces on either side 
of the door as well as on the door itself. They were 
about three feet off the ground and attached at the 
center to three inch circular plugs of mirror mounted 
to their panel in clear plastic flanges. 

"I don't know," said Rick. "I know they pull out. I 
think they must be for ventilation or something." 

"Oh, I have such a smart, studly man," I said throwing 
myself at him and kissing him deeply. I felt his hard-
on already uncoiling in his jeans.  We made out for a 
while. We probably would have ended up having sex 
right there if the manager didn't come back in. 

"OK love-birds, break it up, it's show time. Get in 
there honey and I'll let the guys in." He was rushing 
me like he was worried I'd change my mind. 

I felt my knees go weak. I thought, Holy shit, I'm 
actually doing this as I climbed inside. 

"Hey, sweetie: ain't room in that thing to strip. Just 
take your clothes off now," said the manager. 

I looked at Rick who had that goggle-eyed, horny look 
I'd gotten to know so well in Mexico. Taking that as 
his final acquiescence I pulled off my tight yellow 
dress and shed my bra and panties as they both 
watched.  Winking once at Rick, I climbed into the 
box. 

The manager poked his head inside just before shutting 
the door. "Just dance around in there until you get 
good and hot. When you're ready just open the holes 
there and get to work," he said before closing the 
door and turning off the lights. 

Perhaps it was because I was stoned; perhaps it was 
because I was nervous and horny; but It didn't occur 
to me that the box had an odd ventilation system. Nor 
did it occur to me what he meant by "get to work" 
after I had opened the vents. I didn't really have 
time to consider it because within a few seconds the 
neon lights came on and began flashing through blue, 
pink, purple and yellow while music started up and 
flooded the box with pulsing, thumping sound. 

I started dancing. 

As I said, there wasn't a whole lot of room in there 
so I didn't really dance so much as writhe around in 
time to the music. I twisted and stretched, ran my 
hands all over my body, pushed my tits and ass up 
against the glass and even played with my pussy and 
boobs a little. All the while I watched a multitude of 
me reflected off into the four corners of infinity; 
looking sexy and awesome in the shifting colors of the 
pulsating neon lights. I almost wished I could see the 
guys out there looking in and lusting over me so I 
could get confirmation I was looking as hot as I 
thought I did. 

And speaking of hot, it got really hot in there really 
quickly as I danced around in that confined space. 
Soon my skin was covered with a gloss of sweat that 
started to run down my body and soak my hair. When the 
second song ended, I decided it was time to get some 
fresh air so I reached behind me, took hold of the 
little Lucite knob in the door panel and popped out 
the circular piece of mirror. 

I thought I heard a noise over the start of the next 
song but I ignored it as I popped the other two 
circular plugs out of the holes in the side panels. I 
was certain I heard a noise then; like a cheer or 
something. 

These guys must really be into proper ventilation, I 
thought to myself. 

So, I started dancing again. Since I was so wet with 
sweat I thought it would look awesome to my anonymous 
audience if I slapped my tits against the front of the 
booth and slid them down the glass. I was pushing back 
from this move when I ran right into a dick. It was 
poking through the hole in the back and aimed right at 
my pussy. It actually slipped in a little before I 
jumped up in surprise and looked down at my 
ventilation holes. Plump, veiny cocks were sprouting 
from each one.  Those weren't ventilation holes, they 
were gloryholes. 

Have you ever not gotten a really obvious joke and 
then feel stupid when the punch line belatedly makes 
sense to you? That's how I felt when the phrase 
"Infinite Glory" suddenly popped into my head as I 
looked down at those proud penises reflected over and 
over and over in the collection of parallel mirrors. I 
turned around to stare into the front panel of the box 
as if the power of my glare could melt through and set 
Rick on fire. Damn it Rick, I thought. This is going 
way too fucking far!  He had tricked me again. 

I turned back towards the door panel but those pricks 
were still there pointing at me; two black, one white. 
They sure looked eager; so hard; so enticing. I was 
pissed at Rick for popping this crap on me 
unexpectedly, but... If this kind of thing turned him 
on... Well, I couldn't deny being curious. Besides, I 
was so fucking horny and that big, dusky center dick 
was so long, thick and tempting. I mean, it was what 
Rick wanted, right? 

I turned around and pushed my ass towards the big 
ebony shaft. I felt it slip up along the wet crease of 
my pussy so I reached under and pushed it back towards 
my vag. Good God, it was fat. I felt my lips get split 
wide and my insides get stretched tight as it pushed 
into me. I slid by ass back until I couldn't take any 
more cock and it started working in and out, fucking 
me deep. I reached to each side and started stroking 
the other two cocks. 

When I looked at myself in the front mirror I saw a 
sweaty, wild eyed slut with disembodied cocks in both 
hands. When I turned towards the side I saw the same 
slut with a big black dick fucking her from behind, 
seemingly from out of nowhere. That's when I came; the 
first time anyway. 

I started "dancing" again; moving back and forth on 
that monster prick as I ran my fingers along the 
underside of the other two in time with the music. My 
left hand popped the first one off pretty quick and 
long streamers of cum shot out to splat onto my feet. 
It felt hot and slick.  Soon after that, the huge 
shaft inside me began to pump and I settled back onto 
it to let it fill me. 

When it withdrew I turned around to show off my 
stretched out, gaping pussy to the front panel as 
gooey torrents of white slime flowed from my hole to 
run down my thighs and drip to the floor in long 
strands. Watching in the mirrors, I felt my lust jump 
to near feral intensity. Looking down I saw all of the 
glory holes were full again. I sank to my knees and 
eagerly got to work. 

It wasn't hard managing three gloryholes at once. I'd 
suck one and jerk two, making sure to cycle around so 
everyone got some mouth time. Some tasted nasty, some 
were fresh, some where cut, some where not; but I was 
in such a state of heat that I eagerly took them all. 
I could tell when one was about to shoot because 
slick, slimy flows of glossy pre-cum would squeeze out 
onto my hand or across my tongue. When I knew it was 
about to erupt I'd get in front of it and let it coat 
my face or tits with pumping jets of spunk. 

When presented with a cock I particularly liked I'd 
get up to push my pussy back onto it and let him fuck 
me as I fingered my clit. Once either I got off or he 
did, I'd be back on my knees; milking and sucking; 
milking and sucking. 

I got filthy quickly. I enjoyed watching my progress 
in the mirrors as I got coated in flows of dripping, 
stretching strands of frothy viscous cum. I'd blow 
bubbles of the stuff as layers of if flowed across my 
lips. I'd play with it, stretching long filigrees 
between my fingers, face, tits and a procession of 
flush, twitching cocks. I'd push my sticky tits up to 
slurp quantities of it from my flesh as I stared with 
wicked eyes out into the musky mirrored universe of my 
little box. 

Time seemed to fade into a meaningless abstract as my 
entire being became focused on penises and sperm, 
sperm and penises. My only goal was provoking the next 
eruption and feeling the hot splat of spunk on skin or 
the salty overripe melon taste filling my mouth to 
overflow with a burst of man seed. It was like I was 
drunk on the stuff; high on pheromones. I grew greedy 
for more as semen bathed my skin, filled my belly and 
flooded my womb. 

It was something of a surprise when, after an eternity 
of sucking and jerking, a smallish black dick in the 
back gloryhole withdrew after filling my mouth with a 
heavy load and a replacement didn't automatically pop 
in to take its place. With relief, for my jaw and 
hands were growing sore and my skin crusty, I realized 
that I had taken care of the whole crowd. I turned to 
face the front of the box and squatted with my thighs 
wide as I slowly stroked the last two pricks. 

I was barely recognizable under a blanket of the 
doomed genetic effluvia of an unknown number of 
strangers and my distended pussy dripped with a sick 
slag of spent sperm. I knew Rick was out there looking 
at me. I wondered what he thought. Did he get what he 
wanted from his little trick? I hated to admit it, but 
once again I was glad he'd lured me into his depraved 
fantasy. I would never have agreed to something like 
this if he'd leveled with me first. 

The cock in my right hand suddenly threw its load out 
in long streamers that hung on my tits and brought me 
back from my thoughts. I decided I'd treat the last 
cock to my pussy. I bent over and put my ass up 
against the hole and let him slide easily inside me. 
He didn't last long. 

Spent, I sagged onto the sperm soaked floor of the now 
filthy Box of Infinite Glory as the lights turned off 
again. I looked up as the door panel open and there 
was Rick. 

"Thanks for the surprise," I said thickly through lips 
sticky with cum. 

But I noticed he wasn't smiling. His face was white; 
his eyes wide in shock. He opened his mouth to speak 
but no words came out. He just looked at me blankly. 

"Oh shit," I said. Obviously this was all a surprise 
for him too. 

"I'm... I'm so... um, sorry?" he said. 

Maybe it was because I was still high on weed; maybe 
it was because I was drunk on the musky scent of the 
pheromones; maybe it was merely because of the 
comically wide-eyed look on my boyfriend; but whatever 
the reason I just started laughing. "I thought this 
was the next step in your little fantasy," I was 
finally able to say. 

"No. No, it wasn't. Not at all," sighed Rick. He 
stammered for a bit before finally spitting out, "But 
the weird thing was that I got really fucking turned 
on watching you in there. I don't want to be into that 
kind of shit. But that was so fucking sexy. " 

I laughed again. "How many guys did I do?" 

"I counted twenty two, might've been more." 

"Wow," I said as he pulled me up off the floor. "Hey, 
since we're both into this..." 

"The manager said they always have a good crowd on 
Friday," said Rick quickly. 

I smiled up at him and he blushed; embarrassed by his 
transparent enthusiasm. I was already looking forward 
to Friday. 

END

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