Storiesonline.net ------- Healing Hands by Raven Soule Copyright© 2011 by Raven Soule ------- Description: An ordinary man discovers he can heal. Really heal. But not everyone is pleased with his gift. Some want it for themselves, and are willing to do anything to get his 'secret'. How does he cope when greatness is thrust upon him? Codes: MF FF Ff cons les bi het fant harem ------- ------- Chapter 1 The first time it happened, I had been leaving my local hospitals Accident and Emergency (A&E) department. I had been hit behind my right ear by something. It had hurt like blazes and blood was everywhere. I was sure that I had been hit by an airgun pellet but, after examining me, the doctor said that there was only a very minor cut and then proceeded to lecture me about wasting A&Es valuable time. I held up my ruined jacket, absolutely soaked with my blood, and told him to fuck off. I was trying to find the WRVS* café for a cup of tea and sandwich while I waited for the bus home when I saw them. She was lying on a trolley, hair matted with sweat, face almost pure white. Her husband stood beside her, as she lay wracked in agony, looking on pale and trembling as he watched the one he loved die. They were holding hands. I could see her knuckles whitened with the pressure caused by her pain. His fingertips I saw were being crushed by her grip and I knew he would never, ever, complain about the 'little' pain his broken finger gave him. How did I know that? I have no idea; I just knew that his right index finger was broken. I looked down at her greying complexion, and knew she was dying. She had been left in the corridor to die. Why, again I don't know, probably to minimise the paper work. Maybe it was to prevent the other patients on the wards being upset at the death of one so young. Or, perhaps, just to prevent another death showing up on the ward statistics. Whatever the reason, it seemed cold and heartless to me. It was an accountant's decision. Unable to stop myself, I walked over and lay my hand on her stomach. Oblivious to everything, to their cries and protestations, I concentrated on her pain. Through the blanket and sheets, I felt the heat from her skin; she was burning up. Then I felt 'it'. Deep inside her was a foetus, and it was in the wrong place. She had an ectopic pregnancy, and her baby was killing her. Closing my eyes, I 'felt' deeper and felt the fallopian tubes and the top of her womb. I 'told' the baby that she had to move (for it was going to be a girl baby). Slowly it moved, complaining and moaning, the tiny form moved along the tube and into the womb. The proto-child and I could feel the comfort of being in the right place. The foetus settled onto the wall of the womb and the placenta started to form immediately. The mother's cries had stopped and she looked at me with hope in her eyes. Suddenly hit by an overwhelming rush of exhaustion and dizziness, I fell to the floor. "Donald," she called to her husband, "help him." Donald looked from me to his wife. He could see that she was no longer in pain, but didn't want to leave her side. "Help him!" She cried getting off the trolley. Donald was torn; he tried to keep his wife on the trolley but was too shocked by the sudden change in her condition to do anything coherent. I looked up at her and saw the concern in her eyes, and then everything went black. I opened my eyes and saw the curtains. I was in a cubical, A&E again I thought. I wondered if I was due for another bollocking. I tried getting to my feet and was almost successful. Though the noise I made knocking a chair over must have attracted attention, for a tired eyed woman doctor strode through the curtain. She started talking as soon as she saw me, wanting to know what I had done to one of her patients? What had happened to me? I looked at her and for the first time noticed an aura around her. I could see that it flared brilliant red over her right breast. "You've got cancer, breast cancer." I told her. She stopped and stared at me, slapped my face, then ran out of the cubical crying. Alone again, I made sure I was dressed properly and went through the other door and into a corridor. Time to go home, I thought. British hospitals have lots of corridors. They are so good for storing things you don't need immediately, like piles of patient records or gas cylinders or dieing patients. You know; the things that just get in your way. I wandered along this one for ages, stopping every now and then to rest and get my breath back. Soon though, I felt much better almost normal. I wondered what on earth was happening to me. The answer to that question didn't come. But all too soon something else did and in a way that shocked me. I finally found an exit door and was walking through it to freedom when a panicking mother thrust a limp child into my arms, she was screaming for me to help her child. I looked down, looking into her throat, and saw that the blockage was caused by a piece of apple. Without a second thought, I reached into the child's throat, through her neck and removed the blockage. Immediately the child sucked in a huge gulp of air. I set the girl back on her feet as her mother stared at me, and the soggy apple in my hand. I looked at the girl, her aura was good except around part of her brain. She'd been without air for a little too long I knew. I placed my hand on her head and concentrated hard. This was much more difficult than picking a piece of apple out of her throat. Soon though I felt her brain perk up and a 'rush' of activity and emotion flooded through her. Moments ago she had been a few seconds from death, she would be fine now. "How did you do that? How ... You put you fingers right into her throat, you can't do that. My baby, how did you do that for my baby?" I thrust the child back into her mother's arms and walked quickly away. I found the bus stop and, surprisingly a bus, which I boarded and let it take me home. I closed the door behind me and collapsed on the sofa. Then I slept. Someone knocking on my front door woke me. Opening the door, I saw the doctor from the hospital. She had looked tired earlier in the evening, now she was almost dead on her feet. "Come in." I said and moved to let her in. She walked into the front room, looking around her, examining my home, as though she could learn about me from the state of my home. "How did you know?" She asked without turning. "Know what?" I replied. I was still unsure what was happening. "How did you know about my cancer?" She turned and I saw tears running freely. "I can see it." I replied. I pointed to the, to me, obvious red flare over her breast. She gasped and covered her breast with her hands, shaking her head in disbelief. "You can't know, you can't," she said. She almost fell into a seat. I sat opposite to her and waited while she cried. "They can't operate." She said. "It's going to spread further and I'm going to die." She looked at me. I was shocked, she was so young, 30 or so, such a short life. She was much too young for this. "At the hospital you took this out of a girl's throat." She held up the piece of apple that had been choking the child. Glancing at her breast she asked, "Can you take this ... thing ... out of me?" She looked desperate, at the end of her tether. "Please can you?" Trembling, she pulled aside her blouse, buttons springing off to fly across the room, baring her breast to me. She looked down. "I can't wear a bra anymore, it hurts so much. Please, can you help me?" As I looked at her, the bright aura almost dazzled me and I began to panic. How could I, how could anyone, just reach in to her breast and pick out the tumour that was sucking the life out of her? Then a feeling of calm enveloped me and I relaxed. I could see the large lump that had invaded this young woman. Concentrating on this mass and looking for any tendrils reaching out from it, I reached forward and cupped my fingers around the lump. I ignored her gasp as I carefully scooped up the whole tumour ensuring that nothing was left behind. I dropped it onto the coffee table with a loud, wet squelch. "Stand up." I ordered her. She did. I pulled off her blouse and she helped get her hands out of the cuffs. She stood naked from the waist up as I carefully watched her aura. The brilliant red was fading rapidly and I was looking for any signs of remaining problems. "Turn round." I said. She slowly turned. As I reached to her skirt, she unzipped and dropped her skirt and panties to the floor. Unashamed, she stood naked before me. I examined her carefully. The aura was a warm cream but something still disturbed me. A wounded feeling from her ovaries, they were both damaged, sterile. "Your ovaries are hurt," I said, "Do you want me to fix them?" "What about the cancer? Is that all of it? Has it gone?" There was desperation in her voice, but it was now tinged with hope. "Yes the cancer is completely gone." I knew this to be a fact. She would never suffer breast cancer again. "What about your ovaries? Quickly now." I was almost falling over again. "Please heal me. If you can, please, please heal me." She was begging now. I reached forward and held each small organ in finger and thumb. I closed my eyes and let my fingers 'feel' what the small, hurt, organs needed. I 'fed' them some of my life force and felt the spark jump into the closely packed mass. I felt the sudden surge of force as both ovaries became viable again, as the eggs, those mature and those forming 'cried out' in hope. "You have to be very careful, you're very, very fertile now." I said, and then I collapsed. ------- It was dark when I woke. I was in my bed. I looked round, had everything been a dream? It had been so real. Good dream though, imagine me being able to heal people. Wow! I quietly laughed to myself. I woke again, looked at the clock, 7:30. I was on holiday so I could sleep in. I wasn't going anywhere. I was divorced and couldn't afford to have a real holiday, I could barely afford to sleep indoors and eat daily. It wasn't that I didn't earn good money. It was just that the courts had decided that my adulterous ex-wife deserved more of my earnings than I did. The fact that she was living with another man, a quite wealthy man too didn't seem to matter at all. I would have been at work only my boss had told me straight. "You haven't had any time off in three years and you look like shit. And now your work is suffering so two weeks off. Two weeks!" he'd said. "Two whole weeks, and your external access into the company network is shut, HAVE A BREAK!" Then he smiled. "Come back rested. Then I can work you to death again." And he laughed. So I was 'enjoying myself'. Yeah right. I lay down again staring at the ceiling. It needed painting. I loathe house painting. Then I smelt cooking. Bacon, coffee – good coffee, how I wished it was for me, but I haven't been able to afford coffee for years now. Ah well a cup of cheapie 'own brand' tea and a small bowl of cornflakes. I think I have some cornflakes left. If not then my breakfast would be a piece of dry toast. Again. How the rich and famous live. I smiled to myself. The bedroom door suddenly opened. I screamed. The young woman who had opened the door also screamed, and she dropped her tray then ran down stairs. I got up and went to the door I looked at the mess on the floor, a full English breakfast, with all the trimmings. I also noticed something else. I was naked. While I usually sleep naked I couldn't remember going to bed last night. And who was that young woman, and why was she delivering breakfast in bed to ME! I heard footsteps running up the stairs. Then the woman doctor from last night came into view. Memories started coming back. "We're sorry, Sir. Judy didn't mean to frighten you." She dropped to her knees and started to clear up the mess. "Donald is preparing another tray, Sir." She continued. "Would you like it in bed or downstairs?" I was stunned. I had woken to a dream, or nightmare. People don't bring me breakfast in bed. When I cause a mess, I get yelled at, I did not have a doctor clear up and tell me Donald is making another tray! My god, am I going nuts? Who the hell is Donald? And who on earth is Judy? "What's going on?" I asked, quite sensibly I thought. She looked me in the eyes. "Don't you know?" She asked puzzled. "You saved three lives yesterday. Susan and Judy would be dead now if you hadn't saved them. I had only weeks to live. I was sterile from the drugs and medication. You gave me my life back. We want to try to pay our debts." "What debts?" I cried out, almost shouted. "Perhaps you'd better come downstairs." She paused going pale. "We can all come upstairs if you want Sir, I didn't mean to tell you what to do..." she was rambling, panicking. "STOP!" I shouted. I held her shoulders, gently though. "I'll get dressed and come downstairs." I smiled at her. "I'll have breakfast downstairs and you can all explain yourselves while I eat." An hour later I sat stunned, my breakfast lying cold on the plate. The five of them had found where I lived, thank you doc, and they decided to become my disciples, or servants, or slaves. Whatever I wanted, anything that I wanted. I have never had a mother, Gill, tearfully beg me to take her body, as thanks for saving her daughter, Susan's, life. Nor have a husband, Donald, swear to do anything I wanted for saving his wife. His wife, Judy, stripped naked and offered herself to me, mentioning that she was already pregnant but would gladly bear her next child for me. Carol, the doctor, took off her blouse and grasped her firm breasts. "I never thought I would be able to offer another man my breasts, but I am yours whenever you want me." She turned to the others. "You have a precious gift, we saw how much it hurts you to use it, so we want to look after you and help you." They all nodded and murmured their agreement. Carol quickly got them all organised to clear up my small house which gave me a little time to think and a chance to finish my, now cold, breakfast. Donald stayed behind for a moment. He looked at me sheepishly. "I mean it, you know. When you want Judy, she will be glad to share your bed. I will be glad too. I will join you if you want, or if you want", and here he stood straight up, "you can have me." His offer and obvious embarrassment humbled me. Could I make that offer if my loved one's life had been saved? Then I realised, I had saved his wife and unborn daughter together. I am sure that I too would have given my life for them. I laid my knife and fork on the table, humbled to silence by this generous man. I leaned forward and touched his arm, peace and calm flooded through him. "Donald, thank you, but I do not ... make love to men." I said, a little sheepishly I think. "Thank you." He said as he turned and left for the kitchen. I sat with a cup of tea. So, I could heal people. How, I did not know. I didn't know why it started either. I thought that the blow to my head might have been the cause of this. I was sure that I'd been shot with an air rifle. And if I ever find the little fucker who had shot at me, I would strangle the bastard. And then I could heal him too. I smiled at that thought. Some of the little sods around here needed throttling to death two or three times just to teach them a bit of a lesson. Their parents never taught them anything. Well, if I was going to heal people, and I didn't feel that I could not use this gift, where would I start? Where else could I start but the children's ward of the local hospital? Carol, being a doctor there, could get me in, and I'm sure my little gang would think that the sick kids would be the best place to start. Carol said that this was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea. She took me to the hospital though and she helped in every way that she could. She made me wait in the car while she got an official looking badge and stethoscope. "At least you look like a doctor." She said as we entered through a side door. A quick walk later, we were in the children's ward. Carol left me and went to deal with the ward staff. I went to the first child, a boy of 5 or 6 years. "Hello." I said brightly. Wearily he raised his head. "Hi Doc." He managed before his head fell back. I concentrated and looked for his aura. The dull brown glow that weakly surrounded this boy showed me how ill he was. Within two or three days, this boy would be no more. "I'd like to examine you, if I may?" I asked. He nodded and opened his pyjama jacket. I lay my hand on his chest feeling the weak rise and rapid fall as he breathed. I could 'see' little red markers in all of his bones. Leukaemia, I thought. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I 'pushed' a little of my life force into him and told it what to do, to find all of the 'red' markers and 'change them over'. It would take a few days to complete its job, but he would live. I knew I took some of the 'badness' of his Leukaemia into myself. I know that I'm not describing this very well, but English doesn't have words for what happens when I examine and heal someone. So forgive me if my explanations are a little 'odd'. The next patient was much easier, a young girl with a broken leg. That took only seconds to fix. I just held the small toes poking out of the plaster cast and tickled her for a few seconds while she laughed and squirmed. When I'd finished not even a post mortem would find any evidence of a break. The next also a girl, a young teenager, was in traction. A car had hit her and smashed her legs and pelvis. She was not expected to walk again. Before I could finish healing her, a nurse passed by and demanded to know who I was and what I was doing. With a tremendous effort of will and guts, the girl reached forward and grabbed the nurse with one hand. With a grip of steel, the teenager held onto the nurse and kept her quiet while I finished the healing. I staggered on to the next bed. The boy lying there watched me approach with little interest. I stood at the foot of his bed and smiled down at him. "Hello." I said weakly. "Hi," he replied. "My heart's messed up." He said. He looked along the beds I had visited. "Can you fix me too?" His eyes were filled with desperation Too tired to speak, I undid his pyjama top and lay a hand over his heart. The pain crashed through my hand and arm smashing me to my knees. I cried out in my anguish. How the hell had this child coped with such pain and suffering? I gasped as I forced my hand to remain there touching him though the pain kept smashing through me in waves. Slowly he healed, his heart valves strengthened, the muscle itself thickening and growing. He gasped out loud as I collapsed. I knew he was healed, but I also I knew I was in trouble. I felt worse than ever before and was losing consciousness rapidly. To make matters worse, I couldn't see Carol anywhere. ------- This time when I woke I was unable to move. My arms and legs were secured to the hospital bed. At first this frightened me, then it infuriated me and I glared at the thick leather strap securing my right wrist. Suddenly the strap cracked, wrinkled and decayed before my eyes. I watched as the thick leather crumbled to dust. I looked around and found that all of the straps had suffered the same fate. I was free. While I was free of the restraints, I was also naked and I expected the door to be locked. I checked the bedside cabinet. It was empty. Ah well, a sheet wrapped as a make-do toga would have to do. And now to try the door. To my immense surprise it wasn't locked. However there was a guard outside the door. I should have guessed, but there again I'm new to this superhero lark, I can't think of everything. As the guard turned and reached for me, I touched his finger. He staggered backward coughing and spitting out thick, dark, rank smelling, mucus. I hoped that he would be alright, but I wasn't going to wait around and see. Wrapped in my toga, I started off down yet another hospital corridor. This one though didn't have any patients parked in it. It was nighttime when I left the hospital. I started walking home, dressed in my toga I could always say that I had been to a fancy dress party. Anyway where else was I going to go? Before I got a hundred yards down the street I passed a tramp slumped under the hedge. "Paul! Paul!" The tramp called out. I stopped and looked at him. His aura bothered me, it shone, it was too clean, he was too fit and well. I leaned over to touch him. "Leave me!" He hissed. "Go to the red car at the very end of the road. The keys are in the ashtray." He turned and huddled into the hedge. "And for pity's sake, try to walk normally, there are concealed CCTV cameras along this road!" This was not what I was expecting. I almost went back into the hospital, and then I remembered the guard. The red car was an old Ford. Just like millions of others, just the sort of car to remain anonymous in. I found the keys and started the engine, the tape player started up and I almost cried when I recognised Carol's voice giving me directions. An hour later I pulled up in the grounds of a large farmhouse 15 miles out of town. Carol was waiting by the door for me. I hugged her and finally felt safe. Her body knew that there was no danger here, whether or not she knew it. I followed her inside and into a spacious kitchen. My small group were all there, smiling and happy; and there were three other women there. Carol made the introductions – Maggie, whose husband Frank was the tramp I had met in the hedge, they were both serving police officers, and the parents of Jamie the boy who was now completely cleared of his Leukaemia. Julie, whose partner Sam was currently under another hedge on the east side of the hospital, mother of Carl the boy whose heart had never let him run. And who had cried for two hours after she first saw him run to kick a ball with his Dad. Susan, her partner Peter, had a skip (no hedges available) on the north side and who's youngest daughter, Nikita, was so horribly injured by a hit and run driver, and who's elder teenage daughter, Rebecca, and her boyfriend had 'arranged' for the cars. Yes there had been a car waiting for me in each direction I might have gone from the hospital. I touched each of them, and in touching them I 'felt' their emotions. All were happy and seemed content, but less ecstatic or thrilled then I would have imagined for mothers whose child had just been miraculously saved from death. There was something odd here. As I touched Julie she looked into my eyes and cupped my cheek with her free hand. "We kept on hoping," she said. "Carol made us hope, she wouldn't give up on you." I looked around at them, puzzled. "What do you mean?" "You don't know?" "Know WHAT!" "You've been gone for nearly three months." At that, my knees gave way and if not for Julie and the others who rushed to help, I would have fallen to the floor. When I woke this time I was on the sofa. Donald was in a chair reading a book. He looked up. "You seem to do a lot of that," he said smiling. "Lot of what?" I asked still trying to wake up. "Collapsing, fainting whatever. Is it something to do with the healing?" I shook my head ruefully. "Donald, I truly do not know." I sat up and had a sip of the drink Donald offered me. "What's this about me being away for three months? Last thing I knew I was in the children's ward and then I woke up tied to a hospital bed." "I'd better let Carol answer that. She knows very nearly all about it." "I'll wait for Carol then," I said just as she came into the room. I looked at her expectantly. She glanced at Donald. "I've already told him that you'd be the best one to fill him in on the details." He said with a smile. These two had obviously gotten to know each other quite well recently. As Carol sat beside me I glanced at her chest. Her breasts pushed out her sweater nicely. I could see that she now wore a bra. Carol noticed where I was looking (was I staring?) and lifted off her sweater and proudly thrust her breasts toward me. Her shear bra held her breasts but didn't conceal them at all. I saw her nipples pop up and crinkle and then detected the delicious fragrance of a horny woman. She turned her back to me and looked over her shoulder. "Could you undo me please?" Well, who am I to refuse a pretty woman? And Carol was very pretty. I undid her bra and she turned back to me and, with that shrug of the shoulders that women do, she slipped her bra off. "There's no mark or anything. They feel like they did when I was 16." She said with a smile. She lifted my hands to her breasts and they were indeed teenager firm. She held my hands in place on her breasts as she told me about our visit to the children's ward. "One of the A&E doctors, one who examined you after you healed Judy. He was up on the ward trying it on with one of the nurses when he saw you come in. He called security and watched you until they arrived. He and a couple of the consultants wanted to find out how you healed the kids. They asked me about you healing Judy but I told them I didn't know anything about her." "Did they ask about me healing you?" "No. I didn't let them know you healed me. I told them I felt too sick to work three weeks ago. Mum told them I died last week." She said with a smile. "Well, I must admit, as a corpse you have got the nicest breasts that I've ever felt on a dead person. Err ... not that I've felt many dead people's breasts, of course. Umm ... err ... I think I'd better quit while I'm not too far in the poo." "You mean shit, don't you?" She laughed and so did the others in the room. "That's alright. I've already told you, you can feel any part of me whenever you like. And I mean dead or alive too." I gave her very nice breasts another caress just to show her that I wanted to touch her. "Anyway they were keeping you sedated while they did any test that they wanted and took samples of all of your bodily fluids." She looked meaningfully when she said this. I raised my eyebrows in question and she expanded. "Bloods obviously, they took 100 ml three times a day. Urine they took via a catheter and stools by enema. Semen, well you can still get an erection when you're lightly drugged and they just told a nurse to give you a quick hand job." She grinned at that. "I think any of the ladies here would do a much better job than Lesbo Lesley did." Now she laughed out loud. "They only told the hospitals foremost bull dyke to give you a wank." The room was filled with laughter and I looked round at those gathed there. I recognised most of them but there were a few I didn't. Including some teenagers and kids who had been quite happily watching me grope Carol's bared breasts, one young teenage girl look almost desperate to swap places with her. "Your blood work though was the most interesting. The initial samples showed indications that you had just suffered a massive MI." "MI?" I asked. "Myocardial Infarction or Heart Attack to the layman. But that isn't all. Your white corpuscle count was almost zero and there were traces of bone marrow as well, and the distress enzymes produced from broken bones." She looked at me expectantly. "Err ... And?" I'm not stupid, I have an MSc in IT but I couldn't work out the implications of what she was telling me. "Well first of all, the only times I have come across these levels of readings was in an autopsy. Your blood was telling us you should have been dead." I could see that she was serious, and looking round the room I saw that this was not news to the rest of them. They had obviously discussed this before and they had had time to consider the implications of what Carol was telling me. One of the young boys came over to me. "You fixed my heart." He was serious, his eyes fixed on mine, his body erect but relaxed. "You took my pain and hurt and took it inside you. I saw it hurt you and that's when you fell. But you fixed me first; you wouldn't sleep until you'd fixed me. Thank you." He looked down at the floor. Then he leaned forward and whispered. "It hurt like fuck, didn't it? I didn't tell my Mum or Dad how much it hurt because it would have only upset them. But it really hurt like fuck, didn't it?" He looked trustingly at me. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "And then they took you away. I tried to stop them. But they hit me and took you away anyway." He rubbed the side of his head remembering that day, remembering the assault. The bravery of this child humbled me. He was about 7 but looked much younger due to his illnesses. He had tried to protect me from two or three adults while he was still recovering from being healed. I wondered if I would have been as brave in similar circumstances. Carol continued. "We think that that's what happens. You take the illness or injury into yourself and you give your health to the one you're healing. That's why they were getting those results from your blood." I yawned. I couldn't help it, I suddenly felt very tired. "The rest can wait until the morning." Donald said. Carol stood and offered me her hand, which I took as I too stood. She led me upstairs to a large bedroom and a very welcome bed. She undressed me and a sheet toga doesn't take much undressing, and helped me into bed. "Aren't you going to tuck me in?" I asked with a grin. "No," she replied unzipping and slipping off her skirt and panties, "I'm getting in with you." And we both smiled. She spooned up against my front and brought my arms around her. One hand to reclaim her breast, the other she tucked between her legs, my palm and fingers hard against her wet slit. I pulled her into me, feeling for the first time in years a warm willing woman fitting her naked body against mine. Comforted by her presence, warmed by her body, I slept. Sometime later I felt the bed move and another, smaller, body pressed against my back, small firm breasts pushed diamond-hard nipples into my back. The eroticism of this had its usual effect and I started to get an erection which grew up between Carol's bum cheeks and nestled hard against her outer lips. "Ummmm..." I felt her wetness over my cock, and with only a gentle hip twist, I was inside her. We started gently thrusting against each other. The body behind me reached down and forward between my legs, fingertips running along my cock up to the junction between Carol and I. The hand then withdrew and slid over me to travel up to my nipples. She tugged and twisted my nipples while nipping my neck and shoulders with her teeth and rubbing her crotch against my behind, her silky pubic hair tickling me gently. I slowly thrust into Carol, while I held her tight against my chest. My hips provided more than enough leverage and distance to pull almost clear and then charge full length into her again. I felt the woman behind me urge me on with her own hips, her mound pressing hard against me as she added her own power to my thrusts. Carol's body became slippery as sweat poured from her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As she neared her climax I gained strength, and my cock seemed to grow longer, thicker and harder with each stroke. Carol's gasps became more ragged and higher pitched; her breasts grew hotter and hotter as she built to her orgasm. She gasped, shuddered, threw her head back alongside mine and went rigid. Her internal muscles pulsed and sucked on my cock, trying to milk the cum directly from my balls. I gave one more thrust and she smashed into her orgasm. As her body pulsed in the throes of pleasure, I felt a sudden rush of power flood through my dick and then through my body. I had never felt so ALIVE! So much power I was ready to do ANYTHING! I wanted her again, now! With ease, I lifted Carol's limp body up and lay her beside me, opening her legs to accept me. "No," said the woman behind me. "No, do it to me. I want you. I want you so much." I got up on my knees and looked down at her. She was the teenager who had been hit by the car. "Besides," she giggled, "I want to see if my hips and pelvis work properly." I lifted her as though she weighed mere ounces, brought her lips to mine and kissed her. Our tongues danced together as I held her up with one hand and ran the other over her small firm breasts and down between her slender legs cupping her dripping cunt. She wrapped her hands around my cock and tugged gently. "Put it in me. I want it in me." I laid her down and she drew up her knees to her chest, I slipped into her, driving full length into her hot cunt. She gasped out loud and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her, deeper and deeper. We thrust and joined in a hot sweaty bundle. Sometimes I was on top, and then she was. We held each other as though we were afraid that the other would somehow disappear. We kissed madly, deeply, sucking on hot wet tongues, deeply probing the others mouth while opening our own mouths to the slippery invader. I sucked and bit her nipples and she sucked and bit mine. We coupled with a frenzy that I had never felt before. I grasped her shoulders, my elbows tucked into the small of her back, clasping her to me and using my control of her slim body to pull her down onto my hard invading cock. She wrapped her arms around my neck weakly now. Her eyes were glazed and her breath came in ragged gasps. "Please..." she gasped laying her head on my shoulder, "Please finish now." I thrust twice more and as she climaxed again I too came, blasting my billions of sperm into her waiting wanting body. I was watching her eyes as I came and they shot open as I shot my load into her. Two more thrusts and I too was finished. Strangely I felt better than I had ever done before. Not in the least tired from my exertions and these two ladies were young and athletic, fit and strong. Before the change I would have struggled to satisfy either one of them, I couldn't have satisfied both. For a few minutes I watched them sleep and then decided to be a gentleman. I quietly got out of the bed and found the bathroom. Running the water until it was warm I dampened two washcloths and got two towels from a rail. I returned to my sleeping beauties and looked down on them. Carol first I decided. I eased her legs apart and washed her gently. Strangely, there was no leakage though I know I had cum copiously in her. I dried her and tried to make her comfortable without moving her too much in case I woke her. I repeated this with the young girl. No leakage from her either. Very odd I thought. Maybe Carol will be able to explain it in the morning. I returned the wash things to the bathroom and wondered what to do. I felt as fresh as I had ever felt. I couldn't understand it. As we had made love I gained strength rather than got tired. I didn't want to disturb anyone so I returned to my bed and lay between the two sleeping bodies. As soon as my head touched the pillow both of them moved toward me and pinned me to the bed. My arms were their pillows and they seemed to want my body for their mattress. Breasts with rock hard nipples pushed into me from both sides and warm wet slits were gently rubbed against my legs. They each had a hand hold on my semi rigid cock. And then I slept. I woke first and was able to get up and out of bed without waking them; though this time they both moved toward each other and wrapped their arms around the other. They kissed, which had to be one of the most sensuous sights I have ever seen. I pulled the top sheet over them and went downstairs. Gill was in the kitchen standing by the cooker. Donald and Peter sat by the kitchen table obviously having just finished their breakfasts. I walked in almost bouncing I was so full of energy. Donald and Peter looked at me and immediately dropped their gaze to the floor. Peter mumbled something unintelligible and they both picked up their plates and bowls and took them to the sink. Gill looked over at me and gasped, dropping the spatula she had been holding. She gripped the cooker almost as if she needed its support. "Can I..." {gulp} "Can I get you some breakfast Sir." She eventually managed to get out. I walked over to her and reached for her hand. "Gill, you shouldn't call me sir. It's Paul. OK?" She gasped and giggled like a pubescent schoolgirl on her first illicit date. Her breathing came faster and faster and she flushed a deep blood red right down to her chest. "Plu ... Please sit down Sir. Err ... P ... Paul. I'll get you something right away." I kissed her cheek and turned, but not before I noticed her gasp and shudder. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn she'd just orgasmed. I sat and tried to talk to Peter & Donald. It was like talking to six year old boys who were afraid that I'd catch them saying or doing something wrong. They sat rigid with their hands clasped in their laps, exactly like young boys on their best behaviour. Gill bought me a cup of tea just then and when I turned to thank her I was face to err ... boob with her err ... boobs. She had unbuttoned her blouse completely and removed her bra. Gill might have been a bit heavier than the others, but she was still proud of her breasts. She was a very good D cup, and though there was some droop, her nipples were showing that they worked perfectly. I looked up into her eyes and thanked her for the tea. Her beaming smile at the small word of thanks started me wondering what on earth was going on. OK, so I'm a bloke, haven't you heard blokes don't do hints? If you want me to get some form of message, then write it onto an A4 sheet of paper, wrap that sheet of paper round a brick and throw the brick at me. THEN I might twig to your hint. Then again I might not. Maggie and Jamie came into the kitchen then. They sat across the table from me after a quick good morning from them I smiled and tried to make small talk with them. "Mum, Gill's taken her skirt off." Jamie whispered a lot louder than he probably intended. "Oh OK pet." Maggie was obviously distracted by something. "But she's got nothing on underneath it." This wasn't a whisper "Oh!" This was not what Jamie expected to hear. Gill brought over my breakfast plate and laid it on the mat in front of me. She was now only 'wearing' her blouse, which was fully opened and the ends tied behind her. Nothing else. In a fit of devilment, and I personally blame all of the others and the way that they had been behaving (and that's my story and I'm sticking to it!) as she leaned forward I ran my hand up the back of her leg, up, up and sliding in between her legs to her slit and then to nip her protruding clit between my fingers. "OOOOHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRhhhhhhhhhh!" My hand was splashed with copious girl cum and she collapsed face down onto the table. As she fell forward my fingers slipped into her soaking tunnel. Again I experience the rush of power as she came. There was absolute silence for minutes until Gills rasping gasping inward breath. "OH GOD!" said Maggie. Her voice tinged with ... Jealousy? "I know, Mum. How could she do that?" Peter and Donald looked at him as though he was a complete idiot. They were quite wrong, he was just young and didn't understand. Maggie was too busy looking at Gill still laying, and twitching, on the table. In a total daze Maggie leaned toward her son and asked. "If I stripped, do you think he'd do that to me?" "MOTHER!" But it was too late. Maggie was unbuttoning her blouse already. "MUUUUUUM!" Now I tried to take pity on him. I held out my hand and he took it. I could feel the confusion and distress palpable within him. I let calm and peace flow into him and he relaxed. As Maggie came round the table, dropping her clothes as she approached I held onto his hand. Maggie stopped in front of me, desperation etched deep into her face. I raised my free hand and cupped her cheek, pulling her toward me for a kiss. Our opened mouths met and tongues reached forward to explore. I dropped my hand and cupped her wet, wet sex. With a deep thrust, I pushed three fingers deep within her as my thumb pressed hard onto her clit. She too came. Explosively. While I felt the surge of power from Maggie, I channelled some of her feelings to Jamie. His eyes went wide open and he gasped. Perhaps now he realised why the women wanted what I was giving them. I now had two women laying face down on the table gasping and twitching. Carol and Nikita came into the kitchen then. Both were naked and they were holding hands. And they glowed, positively glowed with health and fitness. They seemed even more toned and fit then last night. Carol's breasts seemed tighter, higher. They walked with a spring in their steps that I had only seen in Olympic athletes. They came and kissed me. Neither of them fell to the floor cumming. They purred like cats with a gallon of cream, but they maintained control of themselves. They ignored Gill and Maggie laying (and still twitching) on the kitchen table. "Donald, you can cook, can't you?" I asked. With a beaming smile, he almost jumped to his feet and within moments there were the comforting sounds of breakfasts cooking. Idly, I ran my hand over Gills naked thighs and toyed for a while with her clit. She squirmed and gasped, cumming again and again. "Paul, you should fuck them." Nikita told me. I looked at her inquisitively. "Yeah, and they're in the right position too." Carol agreed. Nikita came round to me. "Stand." She ordered. I did. Her young fingers made short work of my zip, button and belt, and my jeans and boxers quickly took up residence around my ankles. Nikita kissed me as her small hand guided me into Gill's sopping vagina. I slid in and out, feeling the walls of her cunt gripping me, trying to hold me inside her and drag my semen directly from my balls. Gill started to squirm on the table as I thrust into her. My cock seemed to grow to fill her completely as I thrust into her. Soon I felt the power again, power beyond comprehension flooded into me and then I came, I felt squirt after squirt of semen shoot into her and I felt GREAT! I have never felt so ALIVE! I looked down at Maggie laying face down on the table. I flipped her over and lifted her legs. With a single thrust I was all the way into her. Maggie raised her head, "Oh thank you Paul, thank you." Her head dropped down again and she gave herself to the sensations running through her. Moments later she orgasmed, then again, and again, weaker this time but she came again. She was in an almost constant orgasm. I felt power running into me, peaking each time she peaked and filling constantly as she continued her orgasm. I came blasting hard and fast into her. I staggered back from Maggie and stood for a few moments feeling this incredible power running through me. I felt that I could do anything, anything at all. I looked around the room, the women there looked at me with longing, the men looked down at the floor, trying to become insignificant, invisible. I struggled with this feeling, this power so great that I knew that nothing was beyond me. I felt like a GOD! Something slammed into my shoulder smashing me to the floor. I looked at my ruined shoulder, jagged bone edges showing through the mashed flesh. My right arm lay on the floor beside me. It remained attached by the merest of threads. Oh fuck, I've been shot. ------- *Women's Royal Voluntary Service – Does, possibly, the best (and most effective) job in any hospital. They usually run a café selling light refreshments at reasonable prices. This is the only part of the hospital that isn't trying to gouge money out of the patients and visitors. ------- Incomplete and Inactive ------- Posted: 2011-01-09 Last Modified: 2011-01-10 / 12:03:17 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------