Author: Sterling
Title: Cherishing the Unmerged Mind
Summary: Many thinkers have considered what might happen if human
consciousness merged into a single whole. But what would happen
if only 3/4 merged, and the other 1/4 couldn't participate? The
3/4 cherishes the 1/4 who cannot read minds and strives for their
happiness, self-fulfillment -- and pleasure.
Keywords: SciFi MF Mf het cons voyeur preg
 
NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/4/2011.

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Cherishing the Unmerged Mind

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?
 
She smiled. "Yes, even then."
 
And then she left, just like he hoped she would.
 
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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.
 
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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.
 
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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...

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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.
 
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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.
 
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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.

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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.

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