4 comments/ 25863 views/ 17 favorites Lightning Strikes Twice By: Lightning Strikes Twice Nurse is more beautiful than I could have imagined. Especially with her long curly hair flowing around my cock as I pump my cum into her mouth. She hums to the music as she eagerly sucks and slurps with a passionate compulsion. Her hair flows down my side to my hand and I get to carefully fondle its softness. It feels good in my fingers and I can hardly wait to be running my hands through it as I pummel her tight pussy. I jettison an even bigger wad into her mouth with the thoughts. They all eagerly suck up and swallow all my juices like it's magical medicine. Maybe it is? It seems to make them glow all the brighter! That night when the physical therapist is raping me I can feel my arms coming alive since she massages me even more aggressively when she rapes me. It was all I could do to keep from wrapping them around her and pummeling her senseless .. that is if I could have. I pump her full with our orgasms. She talks to me about her impotent husband and what a sexual wimp he is and how this is the best sex she's ever had. Not the best bedside manner. I awake around noon after having multiple ejaculations into five women that night. They must have me on a rape schedule. I'm almost instantly aware my arms are mobile and I hum softly to myself with a fully capable voice. I can move my mouth and speak, maybe eat? Move my head and arms too! 2 After several more days my arms are almost fully functional so I decide it's time to 'awake'. That night when Doc tends to me she's screwing me like crazy. She's laying flat to my body with her sweater open and her bare breasts rubbing against my chest, moaning and telling me how much she loves having me deep inside her. In the middle of our orgasm I wrap my arms around her body tight to me and kiss her passionately. She yields and surrenders totally to her passions and to me. We passionately face fuck with our kissing, my cock still deep inside her. She knows she will have to continue fucking with me now that I'm awake and that I know everything. "You're mine now and I know you're pregnant." is all I say. She gasps, continues laying on me with my stiff cock still deep in her as I hug her and she slips on my cock till I cum into her once more. She moans and orgasms with me like our minds are locked together. It's a conscious thing now. I can feel the compete surrendering of her passions for me as we kiss passionately in the midst of our shaking orgasm, my hands gripping her wonderful hair. Pulling and gripping her soft hair with our kissing is enough to have me cuming once more and she groans plaintively with another orgasm. With our kissing more of my cum flows deep in her, warming her growing embryo. I can feel an even stronger electrical flow than ever before. I have an overwhelming soft furry welling in my groin as yet more cum flows into the sweet doctor. It's like we are in a furry womb ourselves and there is a strange and wonderful power growing inside me. I can feel it flowing into the doctor as well. "If you promise to have sex with me every night, you can tell the other nurses and the physical therapist who have been raping me that I've awaken. The red headed nurse stays. They will probably leave me alone sexually and I won't tell anyone about us screwing." "OK ... I love only you." she says quietly then kisses me softly and passionately with all the meaning behind her words. It's as if I didn't even have to talk to her. Just think it and she would have understood as fully. There is more I don't fully understand myself that has flowed between us as an 'understanding'? I only know right now it's broad and complex. The next morning everyone knows and is amazed at my recovery. I still have a long way to go with regaining the use of my muscles but it's as if I have a reserve of enormous strength now I never had before. Just can't move my limbs very well yet. Everything is so stiff and sore. Most of the actual pain has gone away and it's like I've had a week of intensive workout with super sore muscles. I finally can easily look down to my stiff cock and realize just how huge it is! The mirror didn't do it justice. Twice it's previous size at least and I was already pretty well hung. I can see why I felt like I was filling all the girls with my cock and no wonder they couldn't resist playing with it in the beginning. There is a new daytime physical therapist who is an older Frau. She's built like an oil barrel with arms like large tree limbs and a grip like a bricklayer. She's very effective at getting my muscles loosened up quickly without giving me a stiffy. I have no sexual or sensual interest in her what so ever. I also realize I'm surrounded by the ugliest nurses in the hospital. Even the male nurses are ugly. The red headed nurse is still attending me though. She's very bashful with me now that I'm awake. She doesn't suck me off nor rape me but she doesn't protest at all with me feeling her up generously as she attends to my other needs. It's like she knows I own her body as much as she owns mine after taking such good care of me. It's OK with her for me to take advantage of her in any way I please. I'm soon fingering her to small orgasms by my bed while we kiss. She can't hold back for very long and she delights in my attention to her body as she smiles with my every touch. It's like the doctor knows what turns me on and has deliberately, if unconsciously set it all up this way so it's just her and Nurse. My recovery is fast while Doc and me screw even more intensely every night with my increased mobility. I'm much more involved and active at 'taking' the doctor. She's ecstatic over the reversal of control. I'm on top more often than not now, regaining my mobility. It seems she was under my control all along. I return to screwing Nurse also. She's like a compulsion for me now as well with her sweet seductive and fresh beauty. She's more passionate than ever as we make passionate love together. "I love only you." Nurse moans as we orgasm together with our first conscious time. I know then we will remain lovers. I have only one remaining problem. Since my foster home situation was terminal and I'm 18, when I get out of the hospital I'm out on the streets. I have no where to go and I won't be able to finish school let alone go to college. I know I'm smart enough to finish and get into some kind of college or tech school. 3 My body still functions as it did before and others can see me and talk to me ... well most of the time. I think I can make myself invisible at times now. I'm still working on that. We'll see how that goes after I've given it more investigation. With women in particular I already know I can somehow sense their thoughts. Like I know what they're thinking and feeling. This had been a total mystery before. My experiences with Doc and the nurses confirms this. I don't even have to be real close to sense what they're thinking or feeling. I think they can sense something but I'm not sure just how much yet. I still seem to need sleep and I definitely have to eat so in that respect I'm 'normal'. Eating real food is a super treat after existing off fluids in my veins for so long. Even the hospital crap. I con Doc into bring me treats of super meals when she comes on shift. She goes by a great restaurant and orders at least two full meals takeout. I consume them like they are my last meal. Then I eat all the hospital food I can get my hands on and even more at Doc's orders. It's good I don't have to stay at that awful Foster Home with those awful people I was staying with anymore. Well the 'dad' is cooked meat now anyway so life has to be a lot nicer being out of there. I'll just stay where I want to now. The street is better than that! The only things that made life at all tolerable before this all came down was my intelligence. Getting to play with computers when I could get to one and classical music .. some other music as well but mostly beautiful classical music. It took me away from the pain and ugliness of my life and unlike most popular music now, it doesn't remind me of the awful life I was living. It's even nicer now that I can listen to it any time I please and really enjoy it. Since the lightning strike it seems to be even more intense and realistic. Like it's always playing in my head. I don't even have to be at a radio or player of any sort. I just 'dial it up' from memory or out of the air and it plays in my head just like I have on headphones. In the later stages of screwing the girls I know they 'hear' the music too but I think they are in such a trance screwing me they didn't really comprehend what they're hearing or feeling for that matter .. other than the shear power of their orgasms and my pulsing cum into their wombs. I feel this powerful intensity as we screw together. I've realized I can project the music outside my head like at a concert hall. When I do that as I'm making love with Doc and Nurse I know they can hear it in the same way. They think they are experiencing hyper versions of their fantasies but it does make for a wonderful and sensual experience for both of us to orgasm with a musical crescendo. Just like in the movies. Their emotional involvement is total and complete. They are totally mine. 4 I'm still sorting out just how this is all happening and where I'll stay. Life is a lot different and better now that I'm free, though I'll hang out at the hospital as long as I can and get whatever I can out of the system. First time it's actually done me any good. Doc and me are talking over all this now and she says not to worry. I believe her. She does want to keep making love with me even though I've gotten her pregnant. So does Nurse. The bitch of a social worker who kept screwing me over all the time comes by for a visit. I know she's had it in for me from the beginning for some reason I have never understood? I really hate her even more than the foster folks. She's the reason I got into such a horrible situation in the first place, picking the foster homes in ended up in. Shit! Now that I'm in her head .. she has been envious of my intelligence and hates red headed guys? Man .. is her mind a confused and angry mess or what! She hands me a bunch of papers and says they are copies of papers she gave the Hospital Finance Office, that I'm now officially phased out of the system and the state won't spend another dime on me. I have these overwhelming intense feelings of hatred toward her. She looks at me with a wide eyed look of total and complete horror as she grips her chest. She grimaces in acute pain and screams, falling to the floor. The orderly rushes in and helps her to a gurney. Another nurse and then a doctor come to wheel her away to the ER. Later I heard she had a damaged spleen. They weren't sure how it happened so suddenly. Like it was spontaneous. Did I do this to her? If I did, it wasn't intentional. I sure wished her to suffer the fires of hell. Not a new thought about her, just more intense than ever. Doc goes by to see her and talks her into setting up a state stipend for my out patient care and recovery from my hospitalization. It's from a special state fund for the indigent under 21 she had managed to overlook in my case. Doc threatens to have her investigated, possibly fired and sued for her incompetence. "So Doc .. how will this work when I get out? Where will I sleep? Where will they send the check to me?" knowing the answers already. "My place. I'm renting you a room as far as the state is concerned. Here is a key to my apartment and the address." "You would trust me with all this?" "Of course." kissing me softly. Several more days in the hospital while they check me out for any signs of muscle problems, check my eyes and everything else. I'm declared super fit and healthy. Also a one year paid membership to the Y for further physical recuperation. The music is playing clearly in my head whenever I wish it to and exactly what I wish to hear. Both Doc and Nurse have commented lately on hearing music when we make love. That's certainly NOT normal. I'm not sure anymore if I've ever known normal or what it would be like if I ever saw it? Another thing I've noticed quite by accident. A month or so after the lighting strike I noticed a strange thing in the mirror Nurse had hung above me. Not long after she started raping me she whispered softly .. "If you can see I hope you like what you see." then kisses me passionately. When I was alone I noticed if I had certain thoughts and focused on how my body felt to me, I found they made me partially invisible. I continued working on the invisibility thing and the related feelings until I was able to make myself nearly invisible. Just a ghost of me to be seen that might normally go undetected. I wasn't sure if this wasn't something my mind was doing to itself or not? So recently after having some mobility, in the evenings when not many are around I test it out on one or two people. I've discovered I can walk out of my room with nothing at all on and no one can see me at all though I can still see a ghost like image of my own body. Then I start leaving my shorts on and they disappear along with the rest of me. The next time I wear my normal sweat pants, T shirt and slippers. No one sees me and I walk all over the hospital including many restricted areas undetected. It seems I can see a ghost of myself in the mirror when no one else can see me at all. This along with my already acutely improved vision and hearing? A thing more peculiar than becoming invisible is what I see when I'm invisible. I see a lot of what we call reality as a kind of fabric with occasional shadowy figures darting all about. It's like there are many more colors, shapes, dimensions and activity in addition to the more solid reality I normally see. The day I'm discharged from the hospital I kiss Doc and vanish. I mean I literally vanish from sight. Doc gasps but with my invisible finger in her pussy I whisper .. "I'll see you at your place after your shift is over." Doc grins like the cat that just ate the canary. She now knows to be surprised at nothing. I take my time getting there since she just went on shift. I have twelve hours of screwing around town before she gets home. First thing I discover is that being invisible makes me ravenous after about an hour. Doc gave me some cash before I left with the keys so I reappear in a restroom at the restaurant Doc would get my take out from. I get two huge Reuben sandwiches I've discovered I have a craving for. They can't believe anyone could eat two! Plus all the fries a whole Blueberry pie and a large milk shake. I belch, pay and leave. I decide that aside from the sense of power it gives me I should use my new abilities sparingly. Only when I really need to or want to for a specific reason. Being invisible I discover is total stealth. The detection machines cannot sense me in any way though I have Doc's keys and change in my pockets. I discover this as one of the things I test. So there is nowhere I cannot go. With this information I go into Tiffany's while I'm invisible and take an expensive ring. Soon as my fingers touch it, it too becomes invisible just like the change in my pocket. I don't remove the tag which I know has a magnetic code on it and walk out. Nothing happens. If I can lift something, anything from Tiffany's and not be detected I can do it anywhere with anything. I return it without triggering anything. Not that I want to become the worlds wealthiest thief but it does mean I'll never starve nor want for anything I need or want. I can pay for that college education. It does mean I can take all the money I want from criminals and no innocent person will be out anything. I can take what I need or want selectively and from the most crooked and unscrupulous first. As I'm going about town I'm thinking about Doc and tonight when she comes home. I have an overwhelming rush of sexual desires, warm furry feelings and the urge to get a fur for some odd reason. I know that in my fantasies for many years I've always had this dream of making love with beautiful women in furs .. mountains of furs. I use to think it was just because of my deprived situation at the time but now I can have or do anything I please and I still have those desires. Was that what transpired that night with Doc? Anyway I decide to see what furs are really like somehow somewhere. I start with an invisible trip to a well known high end furrier. There are several people there including a very pretty young blonde girl. Looking around the racks and touching a few furs I realize they vanish as soon as I touch them. That's no good for fondling them so I go to the rear of the shop where I suspect they store a lot more furs. I'm not disappointed. Racks and racks of every kind of fur that they have just one or two of out front. I begin to fondle and handle the furs with increasing eagerness to fondle my nude body. I take off my clothes and am quickly wrapping all sorts of furs around me. It's driving me crazy for sex! The feel on my stiffy is otherworldly! I'm near creaming several times after calming myself down. I've got to get a bunch of these furs for Doc and me to screw our brains out in. It's the feeling we shared in our mind meld, I call it. The blonde wanders back and she begins stroking and pulling the furs to her body, under her sweater and up her skirt. I can tell she's getting really cranked up sexually just over the furs. I'm in her mind and I can tell she wants to screw with a guy in the worst way in furs. I touch her while I'm invisible and try my mind communications with her. She's slipping out of her clothes and rubbing herself generously with furs and wading back into the hanging furs till she's buried in them. I wrap my arms around her beautiful body with us both in furs and reappear. She's not shocked at all but eager to get it on. She's not sure it's a dream nor does she care. She just wants my cock deep in her. My stiff cock is quickly deep into her wetness as she wishes and I'm humping her hard. I hump her up on my cock as she fur fondles us both frenetically. I begin creaming into her orgasms without control as she quietly moans and groans with her orgasms. She's so eager and energetic in her passions I begin biting her small tits and she's quickly lactating much to my surprise! This seems to drive her all the more ferociously to have me screw her all the harder. She's so energetic she finally passes out and I lay her in furs hidden behind the fur racks wrapped in furs. Now I know what this is really like. My fantasy dreams of making it with a beautiful woman in furs is now a powerful addiction I must repeat often and exclusively. My next invisible stop is Bloomingdale's. There I get what the tag says is a Russian Sable reversible coat. Fur one side and a fine cashmere the other. It's hooded and big enough for me with room left over. I take it with the hidden magnetic strip, the tag, put it in an big bag and leave undetected. I go to the bus station, rent a locker and stuff the bag there. Then I go about looking for the next hit. Next I make an invisible trip to the Police Station. Always wanted to see what they do and say to each other in private. I know the TV stories are a joke. It's make believe drama after all. I wander from room to room hoping to pick up the location of some nefarious folks I can go rip off and get big money for furs. It takes awhile but I hit pay dirt. A big time Mafioso who has been suspected of cleaning his dirty drug money with trade in furs among other things is being discussed in the Chiefs office. The file is open and I can see all the addresses and information I need to make MY hit. My mind seems to be photographic anymore. They talk about him having hidden storage and a secure vault somewhere.