Mind Blower (5 page)

"I'm not quite sure I understand," I said.

"That's all right," Tocco replied. "The words will work their own magic inside you." He paused and looked around the table. Everyone was listening to our words with rapt attention. He continued, "But talk has a way of clouding as many issues as it resolves. It would be much better if we provided you with some actual activity." He smiled his most devastating smile and asked, "Have you ever ravished a child, Michael?"
 

I must have blanched, for he turned to the group and said, "Yet another prejudice in our stalwart scholar of sex." Then he faced me again and said, "Let's adjourn to the next room."
 

We rose, and I followed him through a door into a large room which was decorated with leather couches and a grab-bag of odd pieces. He paused and called to the two little girls, "Come on, children."
 

A Mozart quintet was playing, and sunlight came in through one of the windows. I noticed that behind the windows were a set of iron bars. Tocco went to one of the shelves and returned with a cardboard box with the title, "Hospital, A Medical Game For Children."
 

"Have you ever played doctor, Michael?" Tocco asked. My throat was dry. "No . . . it's one of the ..." I stopped. "See here, Tocco ..." I began again.
 

He was totally avuncular. "Now, Michael, why don't you play with Sarah and Jean here? I'm sure it will be very instructive, and you
are
here to learn, aren't you?" He put the box down and began to leave the room. "Have a good time, children," he said.
 

I turned and saw the two girls watching me solemnly. This was my first good look at them. Sarah was the taller of the two. She had olive skin and short cropped hair, and wore tight jeans and a polo shirt. Jean was dressed more traditionally, with auburn curls, and a frilly skirt over a pair of mesh stockings. I had no way of knowing how experienced they were, whether they had done this before, or even whether they were still virgins.
 

Suddenly Sarah knelt down to take the cover off the box. As she leaned forward the jeans tightened against her buttocks. She had a tiny but exquisitely-shaped ass. I stared at her haunches. She looked up, looked back at her legs, then looked back at me, and smiled.
 

An odd sense of unreality settled over the room. What did the smile mean? Was she being seductive? Could a little girl be seductive? Of course, but was she aware of what she was doing? What was innocence, anyway? What was going on in her head? I had to know, and the only way to get there was to play the game: the game in the cardboard box, and the game that had been set up among the three of us.
 

Being the oldest, I thought I should serve as leader. "Jean," I said, "you be the nurse and I'll be the doctor, and Sarah can come in for an examination." I heard my words ring hollowly and my heart began to worry at whether this was grotesque. I looked at Sarah and she returned my level gaze. Yes. she was the one I wanted. She was to lie down and let me know her body. I wondered whether there might be a more subtle way to approach it, but it seems that children appreciate directness. Jean began to poke through the instruments in the game box and Sarah turned to me and said, "Should I take my clothes off or do you want to undress me?"
 

The palms of my hands grew moist. All the dirty-old-man fantasies I had ever had rushed through my head. But could I be a dirty old man if there was also a dirty young child? And what was wrong with having sex with children anyway? Tocco was right that all the prejudices had to be examined. My resolve snapped into place.
 

"Why don't you just lie down on the couch, and we'll take your clothes off when we need to."

She stretched out on the couch and lay there looking at me with cool, unperturbed eyes. Jean handed me a flat wooden stick and we approached the patient. "Let me examine your mouth first," I said. She opened her tiny mouth and said
Ahhh.
I brushed my fingers over her lips and then ran one finger into her mouth and over the insides of her cheeks and onto her tongue. "This all seems all right," I said. Jean leaned forward and said, "You're supposed to wash your hands first," and she took my hand and began licking it, first the palms and then the fingers, until she came to the index finger and began sucking it frantically, licking it with her tongue as hollows formed in her cheeks from the suction. She worked at it almost as though she wanted to draw something from the tip. Finally she removed the finger from her mouth and smiled what seemed like a wicked, delicious smile.
 

Or was I just imagining it? Was she being a symbolic cocksucker or merely playing a childish game of nurse? I was bursting to ask, but it was useless; she wouldn't have understood the concepts. And I wasn't so sure I could make such a clear distinction either.
 

I turned back to Sarah and was astonished to see that she had pulled her shirt up. "The last time my mother went to the doctor he tested her to see if she still had milk," she said, and looked in the direction of her nipples. "Don't you want to see if I have milk?" The brazen openness of her request unnerved me, and with a small sob I sank down and began licking her all over the upper body. I ran my tongue over her nipples, under her arms, into her navel. I felt I could rub the skin off her. I reached down and embraced her and smothered her body in kisses.
 

Just then Jean said. "Boys are different from girls; they have a thing between their legs, don't they?" As I turned to her, suspicion again mounted. Once more it sounded like a rehearsed dialogue. "Can I see yours?" she added. And then I went over the edge. It no longer mattered whether these were children acting out in a mindless fashion the genetic and social games inherited from their parents, or whether they were little witches trained to drive a man to soulessness. I lay back shamelessly, my cock building through my pants.
 

"You have to take off the belt and pull down the zipper," I said. And there was all innocence and all evil, bending over in the form of a little girl, undoing the buckle and slowly pulling down the zipper until the cock sprang forth.
 

"You haven't examined the rest of me," Sarah pouted. And while Jean put her small hands around the edge of my cock, I pulled down Sarah's jeans and exposed her small, quivering, unmistakably wet cunt. I leaned forward to put my head between her legs. "Are you going to examine me there?" she said, her voice thin and trembling! Not too steady myself, I answered "yes" as I buried my face between the soft thin thighs.
 

Then I had a feast. I ran my tongue up and down the tiny slot. I turned her over and licked every part of her ass. I pinched her nipples. She twisted and squirmed, but all her movement was to get closer, to get deeper. My hands were like wings, covering all of her skin, every opening in her body. My fingers went into her mouth and ears and cunt and ass. I kissed her from her toes to her throat and then pressed my lips to her mouth. It was very tiny, but extremely soft and delicate, and she reached up with her tongue and ran it over my lips and then inched it into my mouth.
 

Jean had begun to pull rhythmically on my cock. I looked down and saw her kneeling in rapt attention to her task, the skirt flared up over her back. I brought her around in front of me and placed her so that her mouth fell on Sarah's cunt, and while she began to nibble at the tender flesh, I sank behind her, pulled down her long dancing tights, and ran my hands over the hundred tiny bulges left in her skin by the mesh hose. Then I treated myself to another delicate delight, as I began a tour of Jean's body with my tongue and fingers. We moved in unison for a long time until I noticed that my cock was beginning to throb almost to the point of pain.
 

Something in me understood that I was not to penetrate them vaginally. It was not an inner ethic so much as a kin of immediate fear. I had no reason for the feeling, but I followed it. Yet I couldn't stand the tension, and I pulled myself away from Jean's now-dripping cunt and sat back. In a moment they both became quiet and turned to face me. They were both obviously open and willing and excited, and in a flash I moved.
 

I laid them down on the couch, face to face and cunt to cunt. And then I knelt over them, slipping my cock first between their legs and then moving up to rub it between their bellies and breasts and mouths. They responded like a single body and I lost all sense of difference between them. They were like a single organism, warm and vibrant, giving pleasure.
 

I placed my cock between the four lips and in a second felt the unforgettable sensation of having two little girls' tongues exploring its tip. I reached back and ran my hands over their asses and fingered their cunts. All pretense at playing doctor seemed to be gone, and we all dove into the act with a will.
 

I was close to coming, and sat back again, pulling both of them to me. I guided their heads to my prick and lay back in simple languor as Jean ran her tongue up and down the shaft and Sarah took the entire tip in her mouth. She held it there and played with her tongue over all the soft sensitive surface. Then Jean grabbed the shaft in her hands and began jerking me off, right into Sarah's mouth. I slid my hands down again and this time found their cunts to be hot. The middle finger of each hand went in all the way up to the knuckle and we rode like that, Jean pulling and licking, Sarah sucking, and both of them rocking their cunts on my fingers, until I shot a great load full into Sarah's mouth. She swallowed, then sputtered, and swallowed again. When she looked up, sperm was running out of the corners of her mouth, and in her eyes there was the look of a woman a million years old.
 

"Do you realize that for what you just did, you would be torn limb from limb by the vast majority of males in the civilized world?" said Tocco as he walked in without knocking. I looked up, startled, and not a little angry. He was unperturbed by my reaction. "The reason of course, is sheer envy. All men want what you have just experienced. But all men are cowards or murderers. Only a person of highest intelligence can ravish a child in good conscience."
 

Perhaps out of peevishness at his untimely entrance, or perhaps because of a residual guilt, I snapped back, "Sometimes you sound like a Nazi!"
 

"Very discerning, Michael," he answered, not in the least put out. "Since I am everyone, I must be able to be anyone. Besides, the difference between a total fascist mind and an enlightened mind can not be defined through behavior. Both discard conventional morality. But that is only one of the many ambiguities that come to light the minute one decides to explore the question of sexual or any other kind of freedom."
 

"Tocco, were you watching?" I asked.

"Let me put it this way, Michael. If you had attempted to penetrate either of these charming nymphets, you would have been stopped and dealt with rather severely. We do have our rules here, but do not make the mistake of trying to promulgate them. At any rate, you should be over such irrelevant considerations by now. As a matter of routine, most of what happens here is tape-recorded and televised and noted in one form or another. You'll get used to it."
 

"It's not that," I laughed. "But you might at least give me a few minutes to enjoy a post-orgasmic collapse before you come sailing in with gems of polemic wisdom."
 

He stared at me for a moment looking like a smart squirrel. "Quite right, Michael, quite right. But that won't always be possible. Oh, you'll see. You'll see." With that he left, chuckling to himself.
 

He stopped at the door, however, and said, "Oh, by the way. This evening after dinner we shall have our first controlled experiment specifically for your benefit."
 

After he was gone I turned to see what the girls were doing, and saw them examining one another in great seriousness with toy stethoscopes, looking for all the world like two little girls innocently playing doctor.
 

FIVE

I ARRANGED MY clothing and went out into the hall. I would have loved to have gone out for a walk to clear my head, and on an odd chance tried the front door, but as I expected, it was locked. I turned and found Susan standing behind me. She motioned toward the door and said, "I know it's frustrating at first, but in the city it's a necessary precaution. People do sometimes freak out, and it wouldn't do to have them running naked into the street."
 

This was more like the Susan of the first day, and there was no trace of the irascible woman I had met in the hallway the night before. I wanted to make reference to it, but with her there so warm and inviting, what had happened twelve hours ago seemed unimportant. She took my hand and said, "Come on, I want to show you my room."
 

Her space was somewhat larger than mine, also without windows, and with evidence that she had been in it for a while. There were pictures and wall hangings, an expensive Persian rug on the floor, and all the other paraphernalia of daily life strewn about. I couldn't resist the temptation. "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"
 

Whatever pale humor might have been in the remark was not even acknowledged. She looked at me with utter seriousness. "Sit down, Michael," she said. I flung myself into an armchair, lit a cigarette, and waited. She seemed to be searching for the words. When she spoke, it was like cold fire. "I like to get fucked," she said. "I like it all the time. In the cunt, in the ass, in the mouth. I like lying luxuriously on a bed with my legs spread wide, feeling a great big cock sliding in and out of me. I also like to go down on my knees in back alleys to suck off perfect strangers. I even enjoy rolling around a bathroom floor while half a dozen guys piss on me. I like to be whipped, I like to be humiliated, I like to have my cunt eaten out, I like to lick cunt. Anything that's got to do with the sexual sensation, I like. I'm a bitch in heat, all the time."