Mind Blower by Marco Vassi Read Free Book Online

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