John
Decker woke gradually, but at a certain point unease gripped him as the
new reality came flooding back to him. The world was now run by Them.
They were all sweet and friendly and said they would take care of him
and the others who weren't part of Them. They would just read their
minds to figure out what they needed.
His job had disappeared,
but what he needed would now be provided without regard to money. He
could pay at a restaurant if he really wanted to, the waitress would
tell him politely, but it wasn't necessary. On the other hand, the meat
was rapidly disappearing from the menus and the stores. He could have
half a pound of hamburger, he was told, but no more. No, it didn't
matter how much he was willing to pay -- oh yeah money didn't matter --
that was just all he could have. He could do what he wanted, hang out
with whoever he wanted, but most of his friends were now part of Them,
and it gave him the creeps to talk with them, with their calm smiles.
He spoke with his few buddies that weren't Them, but they were as
confused as he was.
John trudged to the bathroom, took a leak and then went back to bed, since there wasn't any compelling reason to do anything.
So,
he thought, They can read my mind. They're reading it all the time. I
want a good fuck, he thought. I want a hot young thing to appear next
to me in bed. I want to feel her up for about ten seconds, plunge my
cock into her pussy and come. So, take that, all of You who are
listening in. Can you do that for me?
His fantasy made his cock swell a little. Maybe he'd jerk off later, but for now he would just relax.
He
woke with a start as he heard his apartment door latch turn. His heart
pounded. A home invasion! They was supposed to prevent things like that
-- and who had a key? Calm footsteps came down the hall, and a woman
appeared in his bedroom door.
The windbreaker came off to reveal
her to be quite attractive -- not a bombshell by any means, but plenty
attractive. She had full breasts, and her bare thighs showing under her
short tan dress were most alluring.
"Still interested?" she asked sweetly.
"Um, yeah!" he said.
She
kicked off her shoes and pulled off her dress to reveal that she was
wearing no underwear of any kind. His cock surged to life looking at
her. Was she really going to let him do just what he wanted? Surely
she'd want some foreplay, some conversation, and there'd be questions
about the future?
"No," she said with a smile as she lay down on the bed. "Take me whenever you want. No strings attached."
As
in a dream, he rolled over onto her, and she guided his cock to her wet
opening. He shoved in, and his stiff organ slid to the hilt. He hadn't
gotten laid in a long time. He thrust in and out. Should he be
adjusting his angle for her pleasure, holding back until she was
satisfied? That wasn't what she'd implied. And, he realized with a
brief surge of anger, she was one of Them. The majority who made him
feel so inferior. Well, fuck Them. Or at least he could fuck the one of
Them lying beneath him. His strokes got fast and hard, almost vicious,
as he rammed home as deep as he could. Within seconds his orgasm was
upon him and he splatted cum deep in her pussy as his cock kept surging
back and forth. Satisfied, he pulled out and flopped onto his back.
As
he emerged from his own pleasure, he thought of the woman next to him.
Was she going to leave? Did he want her to leave? Not right away, he
decided. He'd like it if she'd snuggle against him -- and she did.
But a minute later he'd had enough, and without saying a word the young woman rose and started dressing.
How had she gotten in, anyway? She hadn't broken down the door.
"Master
keys," she said. "We all know where to get master keys when we need
them. You don't need to lock your door any more, you know -- though you
can if you want."
He still wasn't sure he liked Them and how
They now ran the world, but if They provided high-quality pussy
whenever he wanted some, that certainly was an advantage.
"So what was that like for you? You surely didn't come. What's in it for you?"
"I was really glad to make you happy," she said. "I felt it directly, remember."
"And so did all the rest of You?"
She shrugged. "I suppose. We were all happy for you."
He felt a surge of shame, as if he had been caught with his pants down.
"Oh,
don't worry about it. We're all in the same boat, you know. Millions
and millions of Us, and of You. Sex is beautiful, you know."
He
thought but didn't say: Even when accompanied by anger? Even when you
feel like dominating and degrading the other? Even when you revel in
going for your own pleasure and to hell with the other person?
It
could have happened during the shootout of a World Cup final. It could
have been in the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded in the World
Series. But it actually happened at the end of the Superbowl, on
February 2nd, 2014.
A 13-yard pass to Wes Welker had positioned
the Patriots at the four-yard-line of the Packers. There were two
seconds left on the game clock and the Packers led by score of 21 to
17. Barring a penalty on the defense, it would be the last play of the
game. The Patriots took their final timeout, and then the Packers took
theirs. Tom Brady began his snap count from the shotgun as millions
around the world held their breaths.
Then the strangest thing
happened. Tom Brady never barked out the final word, and the ball was
never snapped. The noise level in the stadium plummeted instantly. All
of the players slowly got up from their positions. About a quarter of
them looked around anxiously, waiting for an explanation. The other
three-quarters just stood there. One of the television announcers asked
what was going on, but the others didn't answer. The play clock
continued counting down from six to zero, six of the longest seconds in
human history.
The theory was that at that moment, more people
were concentrating on one single thing with more intensity than at any
prior moment in history. It caused a snowballing reaction so that 73.46
percent of the world population became mind-readers -- of the entirety
of humanity. Reading the minds of millions upon millions of people was
an astonishing experience, fueled by the fact that those millions of
minds were equally startled. A person thought about the thoughts they
got from another, and the original thought with commentary was in turn
read by others. The incredible complexity quickly reached some sort of
stable order, as asymptotes were reached in thousands of dimensions.
The brains of the 73.46 percent then formed in a loose sense a single
mind, the Mind of the majority.
Playing football seemed
pointless. The other 26.54 percent of the population in the stadium and
throughout the world were left wondering what the heck was going on as
their fellows pretty much just stopped whatever they were doing and
stared off into space.
No one understood why some people were in
the majority and some were not. It seemed to be totally random and
fixed for all time. If you became a mind-reader at that crucial moment,
you were one forever. If you didn't, you never would be.
Not a
single accidental death could be attributed to the merge. Every car
stopped safely, the belayers didn't let their climbers plummet to their
deaths, no doctor wandered away during emergency surgery. Where common
sense might have failed, mind-reading worked. For instance, one mother
was momentarily paralyzed by the flood of new thoughts, but her mental
experience also included the sight of her toddler toddling rapidly
towards the street. She herself was too flabbergasted by the events in
her mind to make the necessary connection, but a dozen minds picked up
what she was seeing, and she in turn picked up the urgent conclusion of
the others that she must intercept her daughter before she toddled into
the path of a car driven by one of the unaffected minority.
Huge
areas of human endeavor were instantly irrelevant. There was no need
for money, as the Mind would now allocate resources directly. There was
no longer a market for anything. Lawyers had no role to play, as
disputes were quickly resolved by the Mind considering the facts of
every issue. Politicians had no place.
The majority read not just each other's minds, but the minds of the minority as well. To the majority they were open books.
Most
military bases were shut down, as the Mind knew the mind and intentions
of every soldier. But a few squads remained active to deal with the
occasional small unit dominated by members of the minority who might
think there was a power vacuum.
Lovers instantly knew who had
been cheating. Fathers learned which of their offspring were really
someone else's. Stolen property could be readily recovered by following
a chain of successive owners. Relatives of missing children knew
instantly whether the child had run away or been kidnapped, and then
knew whether he or she was now living or dead.
Throughout the
world, some people's minds held secrets of danger and continuing
injustice that needed rectification. Hundreds of people being held
against their will were detected, located and freed.
Their
captors were wrongdoers, but they were just one small subset of the
people holding truly ugly secrets in their hearts. What would become of
them in a world where there were no more secrets? This was handled by
the new Mind in two distinct phases. One was to make sure that no one
got hurt any more, and the second was to consider justice for past
crimes.
Among those people presenting a future danger were of course two sorts: the majority and the minority.
The
mental state of each minority criminal was evaluated. Most could simply
be told that they mustn't do anything bad again, and they behaved
themselves, knowing that they had no further secrets and detection of
their wrongdoing would be instant and certain. Criminals of the
majority knew all that without being told. Some few of the minority
were locked up.
Then there was the other question. How to
dispense justice? The effect of merging minds was to instill in each
member of the majority a sort of Kantian morality sometimes known as
the categorical imperative: "Act only according to that maxim whereby
you can, at the same time, will that it should become a universal law".
You and I may have to puzzle a while to figure out what that means, but
to the members of the majority its meaning and wisdom were
self-evident. While the pleasure and pain that their own body felt was
more vivid than what they read from other minds, no one could act
without being aware of the consequences of their action on all other
minds.
In this situation, the minds of those in the majority who
had caused great harm to others were filled with immense remorse, a
significant punishment in itself.
The fate of members of the
majority hinged not on their pasts, but their present and future. As
part of the new Mind, they lacked the ordinary individual's will to
survive at almost any cost. The collective Mind would continue whether
they were part of it or not. In evaluating any individual's fate, the
Mind -- and thus the individual too -- evaluated what contribution that
individual could make to the whole.
Some cases were easy and
resulted in dramatic action within minutes or even seconds of the
merging. On cancer wards, intensive care units and hospices, the
minority saw strange sights: nurses' aides disconnecting life support
equipment and nurses giving lethal doses of something in the morphine
family to put patients out of their misery. The terminally ill of the
majority who were in pain and despair wished to cease their existence
at once. Any final goodbyes and deathbed disclosures were handled
instantly through mind-reading, and then they were free to go.
The
world was also full of those who function but who are fundamentally
dead inside. They have nothing but pain, despair and dullness in their
present or future and little ability to contribute to the welfare of
others. What kept them going before was only the instinct for
self-preservation. In the merge they could experience life in its
wondrous complexity, but they lost any strong desire to experience it
themselves; that it was experienced was all that mattered. If they and
the Mind saw that in the future they would serve only to drag the
collective down, not lift it up, then they no longer wished to live. Of
course, the mere fact of having a member of the minority emotionally
dependent on a person gave him or her a purpose in life. All told, 11%
of the majority decided to die, dispatching themselves in an orderly,
unobtrusive fashion, little by little over the course of months.
Paradoxically,
some who might have wished themselves dead before now had a positive
role to play, and the Mind concluded they should keep living. These
were people whose minds and hearts remained strong but were isolated by
blindness, deafness, and paralysis. With a direct thought connection,
they were isolated no more.
The Mind instantly knew that habitat
destruction and global warming needed to be addressed. Greenhouse gas
emissions dropped sharply as air conditioners fell silent in most
places, and much commuting, business travel, and traveling for pleasure
ceased. In many US neighborhoods, 80% of the dwellings were soon
abandoned, unheated and unlit, as households with members of the
majority combined. Since minds were merged, there was little need for
physical privacy either.
There was still plenty of tedious,
unpleasant work to be done. This was taken on by members of the
majority who might not have too much in the way of enthusiasm or
creativity to bring to the world, but were capable of getting things
done. It was good if such work could be undertaken by those who didn't
experience the world too keenly, whose awareness of the unpleasant jobs
they were doing was somewhat muted. These people knew they did
necessary work so that others who would have minded it more didn't have
to do it. If they labored in the mines 12 hours a day, they were not in
the least upset to read the minds of others frolicking in idleness --
supporting more creative and lively parts of the Mind was why they did
it.
But getting the routine work of the world done was a
comparatively simple matter. Vast realms of human endeavor pertaining
to competition and the prevention of cheating were no longer necessary.
Those of the majority who continued working did so with perfect
information and a strong motivation. There was no temptation to slack
off, since they all worked for the common good. In any case, everyone
in the majority would know if they deviated from what was best for all.
With people from the majority working with unprecedented efficiency,
there was no real need for anyone in the minority to work at all.
The
human imagination had frequently contemplated the emergence of a
unified Mind, and the common conclusion was that the new Mind would
have no use for any minds that didn't merge with the rest, as in Arthur
C. Clarke's classic "Childhood's End". The Mind might even take
pleasure in degrading or torturing the pitiful creatures whose thoughts
were limited to what arose within their own tiny skulls.
But this was in fact far from the case when it actually came to pass.
Thoughtful
theologians had often wondered what God's purpose is, from His own
point of view. It was fine to say that divine purposes are inscrutable
to mere mortals, but that didn't stop people from wondering. What was
God trying to do? Science fiction authors had realized that similar
questions would beset any new form of superior intelligence.
Some goals were straightforward. Minimizing suffering and making sure everyone's basic needs were met was clear enough.
The
attention of the majority could turn immediately to expanding the
horizons of human understanding. The endeavor of mathematics surpassed
all previous achievements threefold within a matter of days, as the
right cross-fertilizations of the right minds happened. Longstanding
scientific controversies were instantly resolved as the experts in any
field shared their results and thoughts without the intrusion of ego.
New experimental programs were initiated. Plans for grand new
space-based telescopes and missions to other planets and even star
systems were initiated -- the idea of an experiment which would only
yield interesting results in a thousand years was entirely sensible.
Genome sequencing projects could be started on a stupendous scale.
Science budgets increased a hundredfold, with no waste or unnecessary
duplication. The way forward in the understanding of the nature of the
universe was clear.
What next?
The mind could express
itself through the arts. Musical composition and performance
flourished, as collaboration allowed syntheses never before imagined.
Sculpture and painting enjoyed a similar burst of productive and
creative activity. Large-scale works were no obstacle -- earth-moving
equipment was assembled to create a single sculpture of large portions
of the Ural Mountains. While preservation of nature was a high
priority, there was room within the dictates of universal morality to
also completely reconfigure one of the earth's mountain ranges in the
service of human art. Novels, poems, short stories, plays, operas --
all appeared in astonishing quantities.
Some of the artistic
creations of the Mind were clearly accessible only to the Mind itself,
containing a level of complexity that no individual old-style human
could make sense of.
But here an unease crept in. What was the
Mind trying to express? A serious limitation on figuring that out was
that the Mind came into being in an instant. It was unique, and had no
companions. It also had no history, nor were there records of previous
Minds whose histories the new Mind could contemplate.
There were
no obvious answers, but the Mind cherished and clung to the one version
of the past that it had: the minority, the people who still lived in
their own heads as humanity always had, whose natures were shaped by
millions of years of evolution.
So while the Mind could create
art that only it could understand, the audience for much of creative
output was now those very same minority humans who were so limited.
What would they think when they saw that new painting? Listened to that
symphony? What would they think of that new combination of flavors in a
new fusion cuisine? The majority's vast intellect could have its own
single reaction to anything, but it savored those reactions of the
old-style minority humans, each with his or her own unique evaluation,
free of the contamination of complete mind-reading. Even contemplating
an educated and sensitive minority human reading Shakespeare for the
first time was a valuable experience for the Mind.
Even if the
Mind had found the individuals of the minority dull and useless, its
categorical imperative also imposed obligations on how they should be
treated. They were surely sentient, felt pleasure and pain, had their
own goals and purposes, and they didn't want to die.
The minds
of creatures as advanced as the great apes remained closed to the
majority. But the categorical imperative imposed obligations on the
treatment of animals as well, obligations in line with the mental
capabilities of the creature. For instance, there was nothing wrong
with killing animals, since animals are all doomed to die and have no
fear of death itself. But there was a great deal wrong with having them
live their lives in degraded circumstances that were distressing to
their own natures. It was no longer thinkable to engage in factory
farming, since moral considerations outweighed economic ones, which is
why meat and dairy products became a luxury partaken of sparingly.
Animal suffering in the service of scientific research was still
practiced when the benefits outweighed the harm and no alternatives
were available. Some of the majority who were headed for
self-destruction anyway spent the end of their lives enduring painful
or dangerous medical experiments -- it was a fitting job for them, the
job that they were suited for. It would make no sense to do anything
else.
While a significant fraction of the majority were
engineering their own deaths for the common good, the individuals of
the minority were treated differently. Some who were in intractable
pain or despair were assisted in taking their own lives, if that is
what they truly wanted. Before the merge, caregivers evaluating a
stated desire to die had to consider the possibilities of coercion,
fear of imposing on others, and transient despair. The majority Mind
could sort out all such possibilities instantly.
But relatively
few people are in that position, of course. There are much larger
numbers with narrow, despairing negative outlooks and no use to others.
As mentioned, members of the majority who were in that position took
their own lives, but things were very different for the minority. They
kept on living with the approval of the majority and its Mind simply
because they were individual humans who desperately did not want to die.
This
was no less true of those who had committed terrible crimes. Justice in
the new order did not call for revenge. The majority understood that
individual humans make mistakes and that they were to a large extent
the victims of prior circumstances over which they had no control.
Revenge had no appeal to an enlightened Mind. Restitution could be
provided directly by the majority itself, with no need for it to come
at the expense of a criminal. The other major reason for punishment is
to serve as a deterrent. This no longer applied; the majority could
read the minds of the minority and intervene directly to prevent future
wrongdoing.
Many minority people still wanted to continue with
their lives: going to school or to work. But many jobs were totally
obsolete, and for others a member of the majority could now do it far
more efficiently than they. Consider for instance a schoolteacher.
Three-quarters of the class wouldn't need instruction any more, getting
what they needed directly from telepathy. The other one-quarter still
needed teaching, but how much more efficiently it could be done when
the teacher could read the student's mind and know the exact nature of
any confusion! Perceptive minority members got the feeling that the
majority was humoring them as they attempted to do productive work, and
they were right. Most of the minority stopped working, and the majority
didn't object.
Instead, the majority tried to nudge the minority
individuals into lives that would meet their purposes, while hopefully
also appealing to the person's own desires.
One immediate goal
was to set aside enclaves all over the world which would be occupied
entirely by members of the minority. People would still buy things in
stores; go to school and learn the old-fashioned way; gossip, flirt and
date; and cheat or be faithful; loaf or work hard; and cry or laugh or
sit feeling nothing. They would work at jobs within the context of the
enclave. They would talk at great length to try to understand each
other a little better. The ability of the majority to listen in on the
thoughts in such communities was of great comfort. There were some
serious limitations, however: everyone knew they were living in an
enclave -- a zoo almost. And everyone who was there volunteered to be
there. The two in combination led to a sort of unnatural calmness and
lack of dynamic tension. Still, it was far better than nothing.
Knowing
the Mind was listening in affected all members of the minority. Knowing
their thoughts were no longer private changed those thoughts. But when
the majority did nothing to remind them that they were an open book, it
was also natural for people to forget -- and fortunate, for the Mind's
purposes of preserving whatever they could of pre-merge culture. The
majority knew that ugliness between people was part of the human
condition; if everyone behaved properly all the time, life could grow
dull. Consider spousal abuse. Morality didn't allow a woman of the
minority to be abused against her will. But a woman of the majority
could join one of the enclaves, informing everyone of her identity but
also her determination to behave as much as possible as if she could
not read minds. The others would forget. She could decide to put up
with abuse so that the violent emotions and behavior of a fair number
of men would not forever be lost to the repertoire of human behavior.
She freely chose to accept her broken bones and black eyes as the price
of preserving the cultural legacy.
On rare occasions a child in
one of the enclaves got beaten, but only briefly. Monitors from the
majority would sense the potential for anger boiling over. They would
come closer and closer to the house as the danger point approached,
wanting to avoid intervention if at all possible. But then they would
call or knock on the door to remind the abuser that he was being
monitored; that was usually all it took.
The majority wanted
enclaves of the minority, but they had other goals as well. They wanted
minority members not to work at uninspiring jobs but to follow their
passion and creativity, and fortunately that's what people are inclined
to want to do anyway. One set of passions the Mind followed with keen
interest was competitive sports and games. How could the majority play
chess when no player could keep his thoughts from his opponent? Two
minority members could still play as they always had. Another set of
passions the majority encouraged was creativity in the arts by the
minority individuals themselves. And they also wanted them to simply
enjoy themselves, so that the majority could pick up their joy,
unadulterated by co-mixture with the Mind.
The musically
talented were encouraged to write music. They and those with somewhat
less talent listened to music, whether pre-merge, post-merge minority,
majority, or some collaboration. For those who loved literature, the
best wrote, while all read. Those with the most refined palates cooked,
but also ate the finest food.
But not all that many people are
truly perceptive with regard to finer arts. The Mind also very much
wanted the experience of more ordinary pleasures. The ones who loved
mountain scenery best were encouraged to go hiking in the mountains;
the thrill-seekers went bungee-jumping. Those who loved to run
marathons ran marathons.
The majority appreciated the minority's
mundane pleasures as well: the joy of waking up refreshed after a good
night's sleep, of eating healthy and tasty food, of watching children
play, listening to popular songs -- even the joy of peeing when they
really needed to pee.
Of all human joys, though, sex has a
special place. Members of the majority could engage in riotous sex with
each other, each knowing exactly how to stimulate the other for maximum
pleasure, moving to a grand simultaneous crescendo, which could in turn
be experienced by all of the majority who cared to listen in. But there
was something unsatisfying about that as well -- it was in a sense all
masturbation, involving as it did one Mind regardless of the number of
bodies.
The majority enjoyed minority pairs having sex, where
the male and female had different experiences, and the two sought
through their imperfect and clumsy communication channels to bring the
other happiness and pleasure.
Minority people were often
dissatisfied with conversations with the majority, feeling that the
majority person was stooping to their level and that the interaction
had an artificial quality to it. There was no point in opening their
mouths, since the majority person knew everything they thought already.
No one from the majority could deny this.
But the sensual was
different. Minority members understood that their experience of a lemon
cream sauce was their own and were flattered if the majority found it
satisfying to experience it vicariously. A massage felt good to them.
And if a majority member wanted to satisfy them sexually, that was just
fine with them.
It was easy for the majority to offer satisfying
sexual companionship to everyone in the minority. An attractive young
man thought nothing of making love to an unattractive woman of the
minority, because he experienced it through her eyes more than his own.
The role assumed gladly by the beautiful and nubile young women of the
majority was sex object. Helping men experience not just satisfactory
sex but fantastic sex was a joy to all.
Some people enjoy sex
more than others, and this the members of the majority knew directly.
And to those of the minority with the capacity for spectacular pleasure
they turned their attention.
I
could tell specific tales to illustrate all of these points. But how to
describe high art to those who aren't discriminating in the first
place? What fun is it to read about an enclave where the minority did
things pretty much the way they always had? And what a tedious or
depressing story it would be to read in detail about members of the
majority who killed themselves!
What is fun and accessible to all is the sex! The tale of John Decker continues...
John
Decker went down the hall to #14, just like the text message had said,
opened the unlocked door and headed back to the bedroom. He heard
grunts and moans.
When he came in he saw a gorgeous blond on the bed, on her hands and knees, pleasure and concentration on her face.
Behind
her a man grappled her rear end and pumped his cock in and out
vigorously. He was also young, bronzed, and well-muscled, and the
woman's boobs jiggled with each energetic thrust he made deep into her
pussy.
The woman looked up and smiled at John.
"Oh!" she said over her shoulder. "I want him, not you. Pull out and go away!"
"Really? I was so close!"
"Nah, I want his sperm to start my baby, not yours!"
With a sigh the young man pulled out and stumbled away into the other room. "Lucky bastard," he muttered to John as he passed.
John's
cock had started rising just hearing their sounds of passion as he
walked down the hall. Seeing the couple humping away had firmed him up.
Her invitation for him to take over stud duty from another man -- that
drove him wild. He quickly stripped and took the vacated place.
"Oh, fill me up!" she said, wiggling her butt.
He dove into her engorged pussy and began thrusting with abandon, grunting. It felt fantastic.
After a minute, she turned around with a mischievous but lustful smile.
"You know how to make me pregnant, I bet..."
"Yeah, I've got a pretty good idea," he muttered.
"I'll come when you do. Man, I love this so much!"
John picked up the pace as he felt his climax approaching.
"Don't pull out, now," said the woman. "Try to be really deep when you come. I really want this sperm to take!"
This
was such a fantastic experience, he thought as he reached and crossed
the point of no return and was flooded with ecstasy. And just a few
strokes of his massively swollen cock later, he shoved to the hilt and
held still as the sperm shot from his tip with explosive force. And he
was becoming a daddy at the same time!
As he came down from his
high, he remembered that They were listening in. They wanted him to
have the most fantastic experience possible, so They could experience
it. That was just fine, he decided. That was just fine with him.
He
was in a little rustic cabin bordering a playground. His cock was
buried in a sweet young pussy as he lazily pushed in and out. When he
looked down he saw the young teen beneath him -- small breasts and
narrow hips. But her legs were spread wide and she was receiving him
eagerly. She had the prettiest little face and gave him the most
adoring smile. There was just an open space where the window looking
out on the playground would have been. The bed wasn't visible from the
playground, but he could see it clearly as he held himself up on his
outstretched arms.
In the playground in front of him, nine
little girls frolicked. Seven wore dresses, while two were in jeans and
T-shirts. Every one had a pretty face and beautiful smile. They never
looked at him, but just played with each other.
Two were on
swings, facing him, trying to see how high they could pump. The wind
grabbed their dresses. Now and then their thighs were exposed, and
sometimes he got a glimpse of panties -- light blue on one girl, hot
pink on the other.
One of the girls with jeans on was playing in
the sandbox, leaning over intently with her butt facing him. But her
T-shirt had somehow ridden halfway up her back, and her jeans had slid
down a little -- quite a ways, actually, They ended halfway down her
butt, and her white panties showed just above. At the top of them he
could just see the beginnings of her butt crease.
John had been
lazily thrusting in his young adoring mate for nearly half an hour,
looking down occasionally at her but mostly fascinated by the scene in
the playground.
A girl was going hand over hand across the
monkey bars. She paused halfway across and suddenly flipped herself
upside down to push her feet through the bars in preparation for
hanging from her knees. As she did, her dress flopped down, displaying
unmistakably her yellow panties, but falling further to reveal her bare
chest as the dress draped below her arms.
"Rachel!" squealed one of the other girls. "Your panties are showing!"
Others looked and giggled. "And your chest too!"
"I
don't care!" said the upside-down girl. "I like the breeze!" But with
her now-free hands she made ineffectual efforts to push her dress up to
cover her body. Before long she scrunched her tummy to take the bar
with her hands again before releasing her feet to dangle right-side up
once more. Her dress didn't fall fully into place, though; one side
caught at her hip, so the yellow panties were still half visible.
Two girls faced each other, sideways to him, partly obscured by the climbing structure.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" said one in a loud whisper.
"You first," said the other.
"No, you!"
"I'll pull my panties down first, but then you show first, OK?"
The
first one reached up under her dress, shielded partly by the climbing
structure, and when she came back into view her white panties were down
around her ankles but her dress still covered her to her knees.
As
John watched, the second one turned away from him a little and reached
up. Her hands scrunched her dress up, and John got the briefest glimpse
of her bare rear end as the panties went down to her knees and her
dress fell back down into place.
"How about we show together!" said the second girl.
"OK," conceded the first. "Count of three, OK?"
"OK!"
John picked up the pace of his thrusts in the teen below.
"One ... two ... three," they said in unison.
John waited breathlessly to catch a glimpse of the girls' private parts, but neither dress went up.
Both
girls giggled, while John felt a surge of disappointment that was also
delicious. He was going to come soon, but held off his orgasm to
prolong the fantastic feelings.
"No, this time for real, OK?"
"OK," said the second girl more earnestly.
"One
... two ... three," they said, and suddenly both dresses flipped up,
and John got a quick glimpse of their privates, so cute and fresh and
girl-like.
The girl below John gasped and said, "Oh, yes!" as he
felt faint contractions of her pussy around his cock. Seeing those
naked girl parts added a naughty thrill to the immense physical
pleasure from the beautiful girl below, and his orgasm seized him and
he willed all his sperm into the girl below -- with just a trace of
longing that it could be splashing onto or into those little girl parts
he had seen so briefly.
His vision fogged over with his ecstasy,
but he was dimly aware of all the girls in the playground stopping what
they were doing, each smiling privately to herself. He knew, as his
pleasure began to subside, that they had all been trying to give him as
much pleasure as possible, and now they took a moment to appreciate the
effect they had jointly created.
The boys and girls of the
majority were all aware of sex from a very early age, of course. It was
part of the bubbling totality of human activity that they were a part
of. But these girls were assigned to not just experience John's sexual
pleasure but to create it, to maximize it. And John was glad to do his
very best not to disappoint them.
"That was so great!" murmured the girl beneath him, recovering from her orgasm -- and his.
John
woke from his afternoon nap to the sound of gentle surf. The tropical
air had a pleasant, sensual quality as the lightest breeze stirred the
hairs on his body. He looked up to see palm trees swaying above him as
he relaxed in their shade.
He was aware of people and raised his
head to look. A half-dozen girls had appeared as he slept. All had
completely gorgeous faces, including especially small noses, a variety
of the female face he had such a penchant for. Their breasts ranged
from average to small, their hips moderate. All were naked except for
skirts that came to mid-thigh.
"He's awake!" said one softly,
and they all gathered around him. They introduced themselves, and he
found that they ranged in age from 15 to 25. Each of them spoke in a
foreign accent -- two each French, Italian, and British.
"Anything special?" he asked, ogling their gorgeous bodies one by one.
"We'd
all love to have your baby," said Michelle in her sexy accent, "but
only one of us is at the right time of month. So you can be a daddy if
you can figure out which one."
All the girls giggled.
"And we have some lovely snacks, too," said Alice.
John got up and stretched his naked body, then moved to a lounge chair.
One girl moved in on each leg, gently massaging his calves and thighs.
The others took turns kissing his chest and arms and fingers.
"Such a handsome man!" one murmured.
Then
the chocolates appeared. One by one the girls sat beside him and leaned
over, inches from his cheek, then produced a small, soft dark chocolate
candy which she popped into his mouth. Each was a little different,
some with traces of hazelnuts, raspberries, hot peppers, coffee,
macadamia nuts -- others just variations in the chocolate itself. John
loved each one, and loved the femininity so close at hand, as the
girl's hair brushed his face, and she gave an appreciative murmur at
the pleasure he felt from each different sweet. Interspersed in the
sequence of chocolates were small morsels of fruit: cherries,
strawberries, melon chunks, peeled grapes, mangoes...
When he had eaten his fill the food stopped appearing without his needing to say a word.
He
then willed each girl to approach in turn for a preliminary inspection.
He hefted and fondled each breast, squeezing a nipple now and then. He
reached up under each skirt to lightly fondle each butt, each mound,
each inner thigh, and of course each pussy. He spread each pair of
labia to find the inner female parts engorged and wet. He knew at once
that 16-year-old Silvia was the fertile one. Her vaginal secretions
were stringy, and while he couldn't consciously say what about her
smell was different, he felt an intensity of attraction that he was
becoming familiar with as the months went by. His hard cock got
especially hard as he explored her feminine parts. He decided not to
let them know he knew -- what was he thinking! They already knew he
knew, of course.
The only pussy he felt like licking was that of
22-year-old Anne. It just had a really nice smell and taste. As he was
licking away, making the girl moan, he formulated the thought that he
would love to feel Michelle's mouth on his cock. It happened at once,
of course, and he played with her long hair as she pleasured him, all
the while licking the trembling Anne. She came from his slow tongue
work, which he knew by her gasp, her pelvic thrust, and a subtle change
in her odor.
John hadn't had sex in three days in preparation
for this event, and Michelle's tongue was arousing him to near the
point of orgasm. Sensing that, she reverted to a more gentle
stimulation. He could imagine a prolonged experience with these girls
-- taking each one briefly from the rear, or missionary style, or both,
before settling into the fertile Silvia for his impregnating
ejaculation of three days' worth of sperm. But today he wanted to cut
out the intermediate steps. Perhaps it wouldn't be the most intense
sexual experience of all time, but it was what he wanted.
Sensing
his wish, the other girls parted to reveal Silvia laid out in
missionary position for the taking. The other girls gathered close
around, skirts hitched up, legs spread enough to show their pussies and
make clear that they were also his for the taking, wet and ready if he
should choose. He plunged into Silvia and rowed away in her gently at
first. Three of the other girls fingered themselves, getting
increasingly excited, holding themselves near orgasm. One leaned over
to lightly caress his thrusting butt. The last nibbled his ear while
her hand played between John and Silvia as they mated. Sometimes she
slid it down briefly to feel and caress the shifting line where John's
hard flesh met Silvia's softer labia as it disappeared within;
otherwise she caressed the front of either the man or the girl in the
narrow gap separating them.
Feasting on this gaggle of nubility
that was all aligned to his will, he concentrated on the one place
where he could make a lasting impact -- deep in the innards of Silvia.
There he could start her baby, an act with consequences stretching far
into the future indeed.
The fact that he enjoyed sex so very
much meant that he was prime breeding stock, as the majority wanted to
create those who could feel even more pleasure. It also meant that the
women he was offered for impregnation were also ones whose intrinsic
enjoyment of sex -- independent of the effects of the Mind -- was very
high. This investment in the future also paid dividends in the present
as an act of peak enjoyment for the Mind to appreciate. The intense
enjoyment each felt was heightened by the knowledge that they were
probably creating a baby.
Stimulated at all levels, his pleasure
ramped up quickly and he came with a roar, blasting Silvia's depths
with his copious shots of roiling sperm. Silvia herself yelped from her
own orgasm, as did the three masturbating beauties, each female climax
undoubtedly intensified by feeling the others, especially his and
Silvia's.
John let his weight down on her, both of them panting
hard, and kept his cock shoved in deep for a minute until it started
softening.
Before the sun set, he would inject smaller
quantities of sperm into the pussies of the other five, one after the
other. He would have them all.
Life
was pretty fantastic. He had already had a chance to hold and cuddle
three of his children, and he knew four girls were growing plump with
his babies.
He wondered what more the Mind could come up with to
bring him to yet greater heights of pleasure, but he was confident They
would continue to outdo themselves, as they had month after month.