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She will lick, suck, swallow, kiss, or nibble on anything you put into her mouth. Toes, urine, feces. Would you like to pee in her mouth, my young friend?"  
    Simultaneously, Susan moved forward and was taking the head of my cock onto her tongue as waves of paranoia were emanating from Doctor Tocco. I was torn between a sense of infinitely sickening ugliness and profound release. The thin line between insanity and holiness was stretched to the breaking point, and I had either to drop all labels and all preconceptions and dive into the mix, or else deal with the frightening judgements which were beginning to swim up from my social conscience.  
    "You see," Tocco went on relentlessly, "It is a very complex affair. And we have just begun. Are you sure you want to go on, to pursue this knowledge, into the mysteries of sex and its partner, death, to follow the terrifying paths of beauty and terror to their final end?"  
    And as all the shades of ambivalence raced through my mind like great spectral horses, Susan began panting and slobbering and crying greedily, "Fuck me, fuck me in the mouth, give it to me, anything, feed me, anything, in my mouth, open, shoot it, suck it, me, oh, oohhh, ohhh! Her breasts were crushed between my thighs, her body writhing beneath, me. Her open wet red mouth crying to be filled grabbed me from the horns of my metaphysical dilemma, and I sank, halfway between longing and disgust, into her throat. She sucked at my cock like a whirlpool, and I could feel myself being drawn out from my asshole and the pit of my stomach and my chest. I looked down and saw her now-wild face pressed full against the black pubic hair and every last inch of cock was totally imbedded deep in the recesses of her mouth. Everything cut loose inside me, and my orgasm boiled over; I shot spasm after spasm of hot sperm into her, crying: "Yes, yes, yes!"  
    I rode it for many long seconds and then fell forward on my elbows. She lay quiet, and as my cock grew smaller she lapped it gently with her tongue, licking off the last drops of sperm which dribbled out and then sucking it clean.  
    The room resounded with a great silence, and Tocco cleared his throat to speak.
    "Good. I like to see the young people enjoy themselves." And he laughed in a deep baritone which couldn't help but make one feel that all had to be right with the world.  
    I stood up, and for a moment felt awkward. Tocco had already gone back to some paperwork at his desk, and it was as though I had been dismissed. There was a stirring under me and Susan got to her feet. I was almost afraid to look at her, but when I did I was greeted by a warm, appreciative smile, and a pair of intelligent and lively grey eyes.  
    "Hello," she said. "I'm glad you'll be working with us. I think we'll get along very well." She reached down and threw her dress over herself once more. "Come on," she said, walking out, "I'll show you to your room."  
     
     
     

 
    TWO
     
     
    THE ROOM WAS indistinguishable from any you might find in a modern motel. I was somewhat worried about clothing, but the closet held a number of shirts and pants and jackets of various sizes. I felt as though I were entering a monastery, ready to throw off all vestiges of my old life, and I decided on the spot not even to go back to tie up loose ends on the "outside".  
    Susan showed me around and then left. I undressed, showered, and settled down for a good night's sleep. On the table next to the bed was a small pamphlet which seemed be privately published. The cover bore the simple inscription: ISM. I flipped it open at random, and found it to be a dense philosophical polemic on the nature of reality and illusion, and the role of sex in man's attainment of cosmic consciousness. It had illustrations from some ancient Tibetan tracts on Tantrie Yoga. I was in the middle of deciding whether I should go seek other reading material, when I heard a light knock at the door.  
    "Come in," I yelled, expecting