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"You learned a good deal today, but just as important, you showed that you know how to fuck, really fuck. Not a mean achievement in these grey days of shallow accomplishments. Yet you are still a novice, and the early stages of learning are the most strenuous. We'll talk soon to integrate some of your experiences, but I think you deserve a treat right now." He turned to Susan and the other man and said, "Can the two of you do something nice for Michael?"  
    And as I lay there, the slim, very pretty young man licked gently and methodically on my cock, while Susan lifted her nurse's skirt and sat on my face, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers. She rubbed my mouth and tongue with her cunt by moving her pelvis around and down into me, and while I felt my cock begin to climb toward climax, Susan spent herself and filled my mouth with warm, spunky, white, viscous secretions.  
    Afterwards I immediately fell asleep, and I awoke happy and refreshed. I took a shower, dressed, and, feeling ravenously hungry, went out to see if I could find the communal dining room.  
     
     
     

 
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    THERE WERE EIGHT people at table when I got there: Tocco, Susan, and the two men who had been in my room—whose names turned out to be Alan and Parker —I knew already. Then there were two middle-aged women who looked not unlike schoolteachers, with two little girls about six years old. The room was rich with the smell of bacon and coffee and frying eggs. Everyone seemed in fine good humor and Doctor Tocco looked up as I entered.  
    "Ah, my dear Michael," he said, "I hope you are refreshed from your shower. This is all self-service, so you can go into the kitchen and prepare whatever you'd like."  
    The difference between the several Toccos I had already seen was beginning to fascinate me. There was the dedicated researcher, and the insane man who sacrificed his own daughter to his work, and the sexual genius, and now a jovial pater families. It was too soon to draw conclusions, but this was clearly one of the most complex and developed human beings I had ever run into.  
    I went into the next room, scrambled some eggs and cheese, and put it together with a few pieces of Italian pastry that were in the refrigerator. I wolfed breakfast down, hardly, even noticing the conversation in the dining room, and only after my second cup of coffee did I light a cigarette and ease myself into the social ambience. As I looked around, everyone became silent, and there was an uneasy lull.  
    Tocco cleared his throat. "I really dislike formal welcoming speeches, but I do want to let you know that we consider you one of us. You will meet each of the others in time, so I won't bother with names at this point. But allow me to tell you a little about our society.  
    "As you probably know, any area of study can be a yoga. There is the yoga of physical exercise, the yoga of devotion, the yoga of diet, and even the yoga of drugs. The only requirement is the single-minded involvement in study of the self via that avenue of choice. And there is a strand of Tibetan Buddhism known as Tantric Yoga, which uses sex as its vehicle.  
    "But each age must formulate its problem in light of its own historical understanding. This is not a philosophic point, but a truism. We can't know more than our present condition allows. Ultimately, of course, we are faced with mystery, and in that sense no epoch understands life any better than any other epoch. But within the area of the known, techniques and world views change. So, while the Tantric texts have much that is valuable, their knowledge is couched in religious and mystical terms which are quite tedious for the man of today. What we are doing, then, is picking up on a thread of ancient study, but within the parameters of our time!"  
    This much was clear. I had heard of such a group some time ago, but without specifics as to its whereabouts or organization. The information had come from a revisionist