Mind Blower
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I finished fucking the girl and lay back, and for the first time really looked at the people I was with. And I wanted to say something, somehow to make us more comfortable with each other. But they seemed content. So I blurted out, "I'm uncomfortable, and it's got nothing to do with you two. I just . . ."
They exchanged glances which said, "Oh no, I hope he's not going to get serious and make a scene of some sort." And then I knew what was lacking. These people were frivolous. To them, life was a tedious game to be spiced with tricky adventures. They were not serious people. And I don't mean sombre. But serious. Concerned with living life to its fullest. Which, I realized, didn't mean having the most experiences, but having the greatest awareness. Of really taking care to observe what was happening, whether it be a sunset, or a piece of music, or fucking someone in the ear. It didn't matter. It was the quality of approach that was important. And that was what Tocco and his people were all about! They all had the same sense of approaching life with a lusty reverence. And they were gone, and I hadn't the slightest idea how to find them.
I sat up. I would begin looking right away! The couple seemed startled. "Aren't you going to spend the night?" he said. I looked back. The woman was leaning back and fingering her cunt and smiling into my eyes. My resolve wavered. Maybe I was being an idiot. Maybe my problem was that I was too serious. Maybe . . .
My mind spun like a top. I looked up. "I'm really confused," I said, "I don't know what I'm doing."
The woman came over to me. "I have something for confusion," she said, and put her wide hot mouth full over my already stirring cock. And as I felt her tongue begin to lick the head of it, and her cheeks cave in as she sucked, I watched her husband change the lenses on his camera to a close-up. And as my cock hardened and bulged deep into her mouth and down into her throat, as her ass began to roll and gyrate on the bed, as the smell of her wet cunt once again began to fill the air, her husband wound up his camera and came all the way in for a full close shot.
I lay back in temporary bliss and promised myself that I would begin my search for Tocco ... tomorrow.
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Copyright © 1970 by Marco Vassi
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