Mind Blower Read Online Free PDF

mattress. And then he prodded the velvet head into every part of my mouth, up and down, sideways, around, poking at the very opening to the throat. I was able to take it partway, but the size of his cock staggered me. It must have been three inches wide. It seemed impossible to swallow such a thing.  
    Still he insisted, and soon I felt my throat gradually begin to open to him. A rush of drowsy agony filled all space. And at that moment I felt my legs being parted, and the great bulk of Tocco leaning on the bed. With no ceremony vaseline was slapped between my cheeks, and another cock thrust into my ass. The pain was excruciating, for the move was sudden. I pulled my mouth back and whispered, "Please, slowly!" He only shoved it in more quickly and rasped, "Just spread your legs, whore!"  
    I fought for one final moment, and then succumbed. The cocks seemed to work in unison. My attention went from my ass to my mouth until I was nothing but the channel which connected these two sources of sensation. Images raced like fan blades through my mind, too fast to see clearly, but when even glimpsed, overpowering in their beauty. I was out into reality, fully, and my mind was reaping a harvest of conceptual flowers, so fragile that they might only be sniffed once and never known again.  
    Then sensation blotted everything out. As the cock penetrated deep into my throat, I gagged, and the gagging opened me clear down to the base of my spine, where Tocco was ramming in his prick with savage thrusts. For an eternity the three of us rode this blind wave of being, roaring separately in our lusts, and together forming a single organism performing its occult dance upon the bed.  
    And then the bubble burst. I could sustain the line no longer. I just wanted it to end. But they continued, and my self fell out while my body continued as a vehicle for their movement. I saw the entire scene as from afar, and watched myself with pity. Who was I? At that moment I was a body shot full of speed, high on poppers, lying in a strange room, having the tender tissues of my mouth and anus torn by two seemingly savage strangers, and enjoying it!  
    I began to feel dislocated and mad when, from a distance, I heard the voice of Tocco say, ". . . fantasy tension again . . . lost in rumination . . . give him another popper . . ." And the inhalator was thrust into my nose. Within seconds the magic happened again, and I relaxed. What did I care who I was, or what it meant, or who these people were? I was being fucked, I had a great prick in my mouth, and my body was aswarm with prickles of pleasure and pain. I was intensely alive. I opened wide to take it all in, gloriously, and immediately I remembered Susan in exactly the same position the day before. I was living out Susan's experience. The line, "monkey see, monkey do" began running through my head, an inane singsong.  
    I was her. She was me. There was no difference between us. And then I got the first glimmering of the lesson Tocco was to teach me that day. Realization and sensation merged, and now I let it all hang out. I let all the last remnants of fear vanish, and offered my entire mouth and throat to the cock above me. And as soon as I did, the cock no longer seemed hard, but I could feel the softness of the skin and the texture of the serrations along the rim and the lean ripple of muscle inside. I grabbed my ankles so I could be fucked more fully. And the two of them, now moving as one, pumped their hot pricks and balls into my waiting sucking body, and as the throb of ejaculation sped into my ass and up into my stomach, the cock in my mouth let loose a tongueful of acrid, pungent, delicious sperm, which I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed until there was nothing left and I was gulping air.
    After a while, the two of them disengaged and got off the bed. I lay there, utterly spent, stunned, spinning, rapturous. The doctor looked down at me for a long while. "Very beautiful, Michael," he said.