Mind Blower

by Marco Vassi

  They paused and disengaged. Ellen reared back and looked down into Susan's face, which now lay open and openly loving. Her mouth moved slowly, forming silent words. Her hands stroked Ellen's ass. And her pelvis moved in tiny jerking thrusts. Ellen took a deep breath, then began sliding down. In one easy motion, from her ankles to her ass to her spine to her neck, she slipped down Susan's body until her face was at her crotch. And then, very deliberately, she leaned forward and brought her lips down to plant a tender kiss on Susan's cunt.

  Susan groaned and flung her arms out to her sides. Ellen reached down under her and cupped each of her ass cheeks in her hands. She lifted, and brought Susan's cunt front and up, right to her lips, then dropped her head the tiniest bit, and began licking the thin slit between the outer lips. Susan's legs went higher and back, her knees toward her chest. Ellen reached up with her hands, and slowly peeled the lips back, exposing the inner cunt slowly and gently. It unfolded like a flower, revealing the wrinkled bud at the very center. Ellen put out her tongue all the way in a long curve, and plunged it accurately and softly right into the heart of the opening. Susan shuddered and cried out softly. Without losing the rhythm, Ellen moved her tongue in and out, pressing her face all the way between Susan's thighs, then pulling back until only the tip of her tongue made contact. She reached in with her thumbs and pried the cunt completely apart. Then leaned forward and started to lick it all over, outside, and on the outer lips, and in the crevices between them and the inner lips, and down into the hole again. Susan's cunt became dripping wet, and Ellen put her entire right hand into it. She pushed until all five fingers were buried past the knuckles, and then made a fist. Susan cried out, "Oh God have mercy!" as Ellen opened and closed her fist and ran her fingers over every part of the inside of Susan's cunt.

  She pulled her hand out and glued her mouth to the sticky lips. Suction dents formed in her cheek as she pulled at Susan's insides like a vacuum. Susan began to writhe and vibrate, her entire pelvis moving in deep thrusts. Ellen hung in, catching the rise and fall of each cycle of Susan's inner excitement, in there with her, cunt eating cunt. From very deep inside, Susan began to come. It rolled in waves through her body and had her rippling like a worm. It seemed as though all her bones had melted and all her muscles gone soft. And nothing was left but skin and membrane, soft, delicate, sensitive pink membrane of cunt, oozing pearly drops and generating heat. As the climax came, Ellen was pumping her pelvis against the bed and her mouth became a living dance. Together they let out a great groan, and Susan's cunt bucked up and down, pouring vibration after vibration into Ellen's hot mouth.

  They lay like that for a very long time, not moving. Then Ellen moved up slowly and Susan held her cradled in her arms. They seemed almost light enough to float, and a faint glow shone around them. Scotty and I looked at each other, and smiled at the surprise in our eyes. We had become so enraptured by the sight of the two women making love, that we had forgotten ourselves and one another.

  I looked at him and saw his face become lovingly tender. In an instant, all that we were capable of feeling for one another sang between us, and without I thought I moved into his arms. I felt very small and weak, and yielded myself to him in a vibrant passivity. As no woman ever could, he understood my mood. He embraced me tenderly, his hands slipping around my shoulders and running up and down my back. I laid my head on his chest while curling my legs up below me.

  For a long time we sat like that, feeling the breathing and strength of one another's bodies, before he ran one hand down to cup my ass. All tension melted. My chest felt the heat of my beating heart and I heard myself moan as I grabbed his short curly hair and began kissing his throat, nibbling his chin and cheeks, finally bringing my mouth to his ear. Delicately I put the tip of my tongue into the opening, and with a shudder we were both suddenly grabbing each other hard. I felt the breath go out of me as he squeezed my ribs, and I took his whole ear in my mouth, tonguing it and moaning words which had no meaning.

  A great sweeping desire went through me and his skin came alive to my touch. I gently pushed him back to the bed so that his body lay relaxed and unguarded before my eyes. My lips grew heavy and I leaned forward to glue them to his chest, feeling the hardness of bone and muscle in the wide space between his nipples. "Is there anything special you want me to do first?" I whispered. He took my head in his hands and said, "Only one thing: just don't rush."

  Then he was mine. I felt all my fear and uncertainty cut loose, leaving me with the actuality of his wanting me. And I wanted to give him all that I had. I moved up and began to run my tongue over his cheeks and mouth, licking at his soft lips and feeling the tiny tremors of pleasure go through him. He was a great feast, every inch of him delicious and enticing, and I had an eternity in which to eat him.

  There was no part of him I did not kiss or lap, and no part of him I did not experience with touching and smelling and being intensely aware of his reaction. Images flowed in and out of my head, but over everything was the act, the line of the movement, the unity of the dance. I got lost in the forests of his hair and emerged on the broad plain of his forehead. His eyes brought out a tenderness I didn't know I possessed. His jaw made me want to bite, and I gnawed at the hard skull beneath the warm flesh.

  Like a dizzied explorer, I plunged down the canyons of his throat, and losing awareness of my awareness, dove to swim in the luxuries of his body, licking the long muscled arms and sucking at the delicate fingers, getting drunk in the aroma of his armpits, and rattling my brain in the rapid gallop over his rib cage. I rimmed his navel, sucking at his symbolic cunt, until he arched his back, and whimpering like a girl, opened his belly to my lips and teeth.

  From there a mighty flight to his feet, where I lost myself in admiring the sheer sculpture of them. I lay there like a slave, but without the fantasies of subjugation, for all was beauty and relationship. What a simple joy to nibble at his toes, and run my tongue over the tender arch, and then to take the entire front of his foot in my mouth and suck it until I could feel the whorls of skin on each toe.

  My heart sang as I now began the greatest journey, up his strong legs. He twisted and turned as I nipped his calves, and rolled to his side as I changed the mode and began to lick the skin up to his knees, then to the soft back part of the knees. He moaned at the edge between pleasure and inability to tolerate pleasure as I gently bit into that tender skin. And then succumbed totally by rolling over on his front.

  Now the high, firm, sleek cheeks of his ass loomed as I sighted up his legs. With a twisting movement, I worked my face between his thighs which lay close together, and brought the tip of my tongue up the slot where his legs met, licking more and more sensitive skin until my tongue reached the valley itself, and I plunged hungrily between his buttocks. With a sigh, he opened his legs, and I fell into the musky smell of his ass, using my tongue to pry the globes of flesh apart and reach the desired hole.

  Yet I contented myself with only a lick, and moved further, where his balls and cock lay pointing down from his crotch, and began to lick at his tool with wet hungry movements. His cock immediately became hard, and it was impossible to keep it pinned that way as it grew long. He arched his ass and his cock sprang forward pointing straight down toward the bed. For a long time I nibbled at the soft underpart, nuzzling his balls, and then abandoned myself under him, worming my way beneath his legs so that I lay on my back, ready to take his immense cock into my mouth.

  Then he was gone. All at once he rolled over and I found myself uncovered. I turned to him and found that Ellen and Susan had moved up and were gnawing at his crotch like hungry wolves. Their lips seemed to form one unbroken line of mouth as they sucked at the tip of Scotty's cock. I tried to move in with them, but there was no room. I tried to make contact with Scotty, but his eyes were closed and he was clearly being transported into another universe from the one I was sitting in at the moment. All of a sudden, a wave of despondency broke over me, and I felt totally left out, totally abandoned. The
three of them had formed a closed circle and had dropped me without a second thought. I wondered if this were the price I paid for my particular form of sexual ambivalence. A man would use me as a woman, unless there were a real woman present. And a woman could use me as a man, unless there were a stronger man present. And I could not be a woman for a woman as much as a real woman could. So I was left with an interesting posture and a metaphysical hard-on, and no one in the species who would come to me fully.

  I let the feelings of sorrow wash over me, but by now I was able not to let any mood destroy my sense of inner center. And in a while I found myself growing quite cool. I sat way back on the bed, away from the three of them, and lit a cigarette. By this time Susan had moved up to sit on Scotty's cock and was riding her cunt on him hard, her ass jiggling like a water-filled balloon, while Ellen tried to get Scotty to work his fingers into her cunt. In an instant I attained an astonishing clarity. I saw the three of them as children playing at some absurd power game, each one trying to get closest to the heart of the action, and the heart of the action being no more than the place where the greatest activity and awareness took place. But they were not cooperating to create that center, they were blindly following their urges, and then jumping around like tadpoles to wherever the ripples formed.

  I saw what had happened with me. I had helped to form such a whirlpool where my mouth met Scotty's cock, and the two of them had jumped into it without insuring that I wasn't pushed out. And then another center formed which itself broke apart, and Susan redefined it by playing one of the strongest cards, cunt covers cock, and in so doing, had pushed Ellen out, who was now trying to work up a center of energy with her cunt and Scotty's fingers. From where I sat, I realized that a little bit of a conscious understanding of the process could allow us all to contribute fully and build an energy machine which would allow us all to take from it as much, and more, than we gave.

  I was about to say something to them about it when I realized that words only destroy flow in such situations. Instead, I threw my cigarette away and moved down to cover Ellen's mouth with my own. Momentarily she pulled away, but I was insistent, and in a few moments her center of energy moved away from her cunt to her lips. I poured my entire being into her through my tongue and breath, and she responded by sucking at my mouth like a child at a nipple, drawing me into her, licking at my lips, clutching at my hair with tiny clenched fingers.

  As she came alive to our energy, Scotty's hand began to be able to discover her cunt. And now that she no longer had the panic that I had felt earlier, the fear of being left out, she could be indifferent to her cunt. His fingers moved slowly to her lips and, jerking with a life all their own, leaped to grasp her cunt with the suddenness of one grabbing for the silver ring on the carousel. She moaned as he touched her, and her moan reverberated into my mouth. She slid down a bit, and let her cunt open wide and wet to surround his fingers, covering them with the sticky fluid which signalled her growing passion.

  The movement from Ellen's cunt electrified Scotty's hand and arm and body, and connected with the sensations where his cock lay buried in Susan's churning snatch. For a minute or so we hung suspended in that space, currents running from woman to woman through Scotty, and from man to man through Ellen, until we all felt the need for closer union.

  I moved down to cover Ellen's body, and while Scotty held her lips wide apart, I moved my cock into her dripping hole. I felt the hardness of his fingers rub against my prick as I slid into her, and when I was totally imbedded he pulled his hand away. Ellen let out a deep sigh, and drew her legs up to let me enter her deeply.

  There was a long moment in which there was no movement, and then we all opened our eyes and looked at each other simultaneously. Scotty and I were gazing at each other, while Ellen and Susan stared into one another's eyes. Then our gazes swung around, and Ellen and I matched eyes while Scotty and Susan locked looks. Finally, Susan and I saw our eyes, and Scotty and Ellen came together.

  I felt as though my ego had dissolved and come together again, but now it had four faces instead of the one, and it was impossible for me to tell the difference between any of us. In the realest sense of the word, we were all one person. And anything one of us felt, all of us felt. The room seemed to hum with a soft vibration, and we were lifted by a kind of psychic elevator which took us from the world of mundane perceptions to a world where everything was washed clean, and was always fresh, always being born, always coming into awareness of itself.

  I moved back until I was raised halfway off the horizontal, and put my arm around Susan, who sat astride Scotty's cock. Scotty put one arm around Ellen. And suddenly it was as though Susan and I were fucking Ellen and Scotty, and they were a single male-female creature, with cock and cunt, as we were, and there was no difference between us. Simultaneously I was aware of Scotty and myself as men, and Ellen and Susan as women. And with that, the whole closet of costumes came tumbling open, and every last possible sexual role or attitude or fantasy sprang into view, washing away all labels and preconceptions and notions of what sex is about, while leaving untouched the simple reality of who we were in those bodies at that time and place.

  And then we started to move. It was impossible to tell who was moving with whom, or how. It was as though we were a small boat on a large sea, and the sea began to roll under us. We had no violation and no choice but to sit there and allow ourselves to be moved. As soon as I understood that, I let all sense of responsibility go; I let all sense of thought go; I let all consciousness go. I moved into a state of awareness where there was no longer any split between what was happening and the who that it happened with. Everything was process.

  Then the richness began. Feeling Ellen's superb and gooey cunt kissing my cock in wet sucking laps while watching Susan's cunt descend in shuddering sloppy roles on Scotty's radiating cock. Putting one hand on Ellen's chest to cup one nipple in my fingers, while leaning over to suck Susan's tit into my mouth. Watching Susan and Ellen come together and match the rhythm of their mouths moving into each other as counterpoint to the thrusts that Scotty and I delivered to each of their cunts. Looking deep into Scotty's eyes and flashing the male vibrations which danced back and forth between us.

  Incredibly, it was possible to be male and female, to be bi-sexual, tri-sexual, and quadri-sexual; to be a male lesbian and a dirty old man and a timid little girl and a sadist and a transvestite; to be, in short, every last one of the roles which sprang from all my conditioning and training, which poured forth from my genes, which lay in everything my grandmother and grandfather had ever done; to be all the gods and goddesses and all the forms of the racial unconscious which continually works out its great drama in the pages of history and in the breath of every living moment; to be the entire earth, every mineral and animal called Michael. And then to know that I was the stars and the galaxies; to be, at once, the ridiculous panting sweating brave creature in that room and the entire essence of Being, all in one incredible blinding moment, and not to lose, in the glory of the moment, sight of the pain and shit and fear and decay and violence which made part of this strange animal called Michael. And then to know that I was not just Michael alone knowing this, for Susan and Ellen and Scotty shared the rhythms, were part of the same voyage, this blind seeing journey through time-space and eternity to feel their bodies rolling with mine and to sense that we were the same organism, like the children at the river's edge had been; and to watch our heads open, to know as solidly as I felt the bed under us that all of us knew the same thing, that all of us were the same thing; and as the realization dawned and grew bright in me, our eyes all met at the center and there a white glow appeared. A fire went on in our minds and we began to smile, not a smile that was attached to anything, but a smile that took its own shape around the curve of what was happening, as the energy balled up and gathered more energy to itself, and began to dance like a candle flame, and then to expand, until it engulfed us and filled the room and went beyond. My ears filled with the sound of
a great choir and I saw that all of us were singing, no words, but a wide deep joyous sound that poured from our hearts and was nothing other than the primal sound, the first movement of creation, the surge of love.

  And then we fell from the cliff edge, and holding one another, still moving and singing, we sailed out into the blue blue space, pulsing with love and freedom, until our bodies could contain no more, and simultaneously, with a great vanishing cry, we all came convulsing wildly into one another's arm, to fall into a great darkness where there was nothing but the silence, moving in immense mysterious ways that were, oh! so beautiful.

  EIGHTEEN

  WE SLEPT FOR a while, then got up to dress. There was an odd moment of awkwardness, the kind that might ordinarily have slipped by as unimportant. But after what we had just known with each other, it was impossible not to notice all the currents among us, even the tiniest. It is from these small discrepancies in the flow that the larger blocks to communication spring, yet we always seem to be so busy doing everything else other than paying attention to ourselves and one another, that we have lost the sensitivity to one another's changes which alone gives us a chance to avoid the hostility, confusion and pain which wracks all human society and culminate in war.