It's All in the Mind Ch. 01

So I told them everything I knew; up to a point. Needless to say, I didn't mention anything about volcanoes in my mind, voiceless shouts or explosions of mental power.

Alun scratched his nose, 'That foot never connected with your face Danny, the man's leg was sheared off below the knee, just as it would have been with a sword strike or an axe. Well, not quite the same, the pathologist tells us he's lost a seven centimetre section of his leg. We still haven't found that section of leg by the way. Both he and his companions died, simultaneously to the best of our knowledge, from terrible head injuries. Can you tell us anything about that?'

'I really don't have a clue Alun; they were all alive when I lost consciousness, 'cos they were beating and kicking the shit out of me. Sorry Daisy.'

'That's OK Danny, I've heard worse,' she made a deprecating gesture. 'When our lads got to you, there was blood everywhere in that shop and the four rapists were lying around you. The one that had tried to kick you left a line of arterial spray that ran across the boot of his severed foot, across your face and up the wall. If he'd connected he would have killed you. If he hadn't died with the others, he would have bled out pretty quickly.'

'I'm relieved he didn't connect then, I'm perfectly happy with being alive.'

'You very nearly weren't alive Danny; you were hanging by a thread when the ambulance crew got to you; you were a mess.'

'I still am a mess!' I laughed ruefully and Alun shuffled in his seat a little.

'You can't tell us then how the men suffered such additional trauma?' Alun asked and I looked him in the eye.

'No, I'm sorry, I have no idea whatsoever, but whoever did it has my thanks! Truth be told, I didn't think I was going to survive that little ruckus when I started it,' involuntarily I shuddered. It had been a close run thing.

Alun and Daisy stood, Daisy grabbed my hand, squeezed it briefly and said, 'we'll need to talk to you again Danny, I'm sorry,' her skin was warm and smooth, but her hand was gone before I could squeeze back.

'No need to be sorry chick, you have a job to do. I'm hoping to be going home soon, but I'll let you know where I am. Can I contact you at the cop shop in town or do I need to ring the city office?'

'Just ring the local number, the switchboard will find us and if they don't, we'll find you.'

Did I tell you? Daisy was wearing black trousers and a bomber jacket; it was a real pleasure to watch her leave. What an arse!

It was my lucky day, no sooner had my two favourite police persons closed the door behind them than it opened again to admit Andy, Jeanette, my eighteen year old granddaughter Kirsten and a lady who looked familiar, but I was sure I didn't know. It was only as they all gathered around my bed that I realised that the last time I'd seen the strange woman, she was starfished on the dirty floor of the old shop.

It was utter chaos for a few minutes, everyone was talking at once, Andy was shaking my hand and Jeanette and Kirsten were kissing me, something to be enjoyed at every opportunity I might add. It was only as the ruckus died down that the lady stepped forward and reached for my hand. As she took my hand, I grinned at her and looked into her eyes; I could see she was nervous.

'Hi! I almost didn't recognise you from this angle!' I kept hold of her hand and she blushed prettily, 'Are you OK? They didn't hurt you did they?'

'Luckily I got away with a few scrapes and bruises thanks to you Mr Barett, and they're mostly healed now,' she smiled and her whole face lit up. She wasn't what you would call classically beautiful; I judged her age to be late thirties early forties, and her body looked to be trim and strong and about my own one metre seventy five in height. She was what was once called a 'handsome woman'; until she smiled. That smile not only lit up her face, it lit up the whole ward, or so it seemed to me.

'I think we're well acquainted enough for you to call me Danny, erm…'

'Amanda, Amanda Lennox, most people call me Annie.'

'Well, I'm pleased you escaped relatively unscathed Annie, and it's lovely to meet you in more auspicious circumstances,' I smiled at her again, hoping she wouldn't realise I still had her hand in mine.

'I wanted so much to come and see you earlier Danny, but they wouldn't let me in to the ITU; they weren't going to let me in here either until Andy and Jeanette brought me in.'

'Bloody nurses! Think they're in charge, they do!'

'It's not the nurses Dad, it's the policeman sitting outside the door!' Andy plonked himself on my bed and laughed, 'I think they're worried you might do a runner!' he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

'I might just do that! Can you fix me up with some groceries and stuff at home? If that bloody doctor doesn't discharge me tomorrow I'll discharge myself.'

Unaccountably, I suddenly realised I didn't even know what day it was, let alone what date. That stunned me slightly, and I involuntarily gripped Annie's hand a little tighter, Andy noticed I was still holding it.

'I think you can let go of Annie's hand now Dad, she's going to need it when we leave.'

I reluctantly let her go, feeling again a little of the loneliness that had gripped me before I'd met her in such an unconventional fashion. Andy and Kirsten sat on the bed, Jeanette and Annie sat in the chairs left by my earlier visitors and we chatted about the usual inane things people chat about on hospital visits.

Eventually, it was time for them to leave and Annie came over to my chair.

'Danny, I don't know how I can thank you for what you did for me,' she spoke quietly and I could see tears welling in her eyes. She took my hand.

'I know some women fantasise about being raped, but I never have. That afternoon was my worst nightmares come true. If it wasn't for you I'd probably still be lying on that filthy shop floor with my throat cut.' The tears were rolling down her cheeks and dripping off her chin now; true to form I stood and took her in my arms trying to comfort her, her hands gripped my shoulders.

'Thank you so much Danny, thank you.'

'You don't have to thank me Annie; it's what anyone would have done.'

'Bollocks Danny, you know most people would have walked by and left me to suffer, but you didn't, you saved me!' suddenly she flung her arms around my neck and sobbed as if her heart was breaking.

'Th-they were going to h-hurt me Danny, th-they were g-going to k-kill me!' I did the only thing any red blooded male would do in that situation, I stroked her back and murmured stupid clichés in her ear.

I felt two more feminine arms around me as Jeanette and Kirsten embraced us both, tears streaming down their faces too, then Andy put one arm around my shoulders and the other around his wife and we clung together in a soggy group hug. Tears were running down my face too, but being the old goat that I am, I still relished the feeling of soft breasts pressing against me.

Gradually, some sense of normality reasserted itself, everyone hugged me and kissed me goodbye. I was particularly gratified when Annie kissed me hard on the lips with just a fleeting touch of her tongue to my lower lip. I was glad I was wearing a pair of slips under my dressing gown or it could have been embarrassing. In five minutes, I was alone with my thoughts again.

I should just point out here that I don't possess such a thing as a pair of pyjamas, I've not worn them since I passed puberty and I'd refused to wear them just because I was in hospital. Needless to say the hospital authorities were outraged so I compromised by wearing briefs. The powers that be were not amused, but when they realised I didn't give a shit and they couldn't throw me out, they gave in disgracefully.

To tell the honest truth, I'd been alone with my thoughts quite a bit these last couple of weeks of my convalescence. Gradually, I'd been removing the folds of slack skin left by the loss of my layer of fat; I'd been more than fifty kilos overweight, well over a hundred pounds for you recidivists; that's a lot of fat! Mind you, I don't recommend four weeks of induced coma in an ITU as a means of weight loss! In reality, I was now too light for my build for the first time in my life. For most of my life obesity had just been one of those things I had to live with.

I corrected other things as well, rodding out the odd artery here, removing a chunk of internal fat there and so on. I had some long conversations with the doctors and nurses too, but best of all, Andy brought me my laptop in and I accessed relevant information from the Internet. I had to be a little subtle about the external changes I made though; I didn't want to get myself noticed. My profile was already far too high for my comfort.

The internal alterations were great; unless they suddenly decided to inflict a barrage of scans on me, nobody would ever know what I'd done. I had to be careful though, it was a bit like repairing a car engine when it was running; do the wrong thing and it stops! Mind you, there had been one or two close shaves with the doctors, particularly when I had to stop medicating for my diabetes. It was worth the risk though, for the first time in ten years, I was without pain when I walked; no cramps, no numbness, no strange sensations and the insulin pen was in the bin. The jewel in the crown though was the fact I was waking up every morning with a stiffy! My dick was working as well as it had in my twenties! I was ecstatic! I was also masturbating regularly! Life was definitely on the up!

-oOo-

When I finally got home, I nearly went back to check the door number again to make sure I was in the right place. All my clothes, far too big for me now of course, were washed, ironed and put away. The decorating I'd been putting off for the last five years or so was done, and it looked as if the carpets had been professionally cleaned as well. The place was pristine.

Andy had picked me up from the hospital and he was hovering around me with a big grin on his face, I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.

'Don't blame me Dad, the girls took over, I just got to do the heavy lifting.'

'Bugger, I'd just got it comfortable too!' Truth be told though, I was feeling quite moved that they cared about me so much, the place had been a bit untidy to say the least. I was really glad to be home though. I sat down in my favourite chair with a heartfelt sigh and Andy went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. He came back with two steaming mugs and we sat in companionable silence for a while as we drank. It was Andy who eventually broke the silence.

'You know Dad; you've really changed since you came back to us.'

'For the better I hope?'

'Oh definitely! Physically you look better than I've seen you in years; I can hardly believe how well your body's recovered. You look like a fit forty year old, not like you're sixty three.'

'I feel like a fit forty year old too Son,' I laughed and decided to ignore the inherent double entendre in that sentence.

Andy didn't though, 'I'll see if I can arrange for one to pop round then Dad!' he laughed and stood up, I stood too.

'I have to go; I got time off work especially to pick you up, so best not to do it too brown.'

He swallowed the last of his coffee then, instead of us parting with the usual handshake, he pulled me to him and hugged me before leaving, shouting his goodbyes as he closed the door behind him. I picked up the coffee mugs, took them into the kitchen to place them in the dishwasher then returned to the living room and settled in my chair again.

Not only had I spent a lot of time during my convalescence working on my physiology, I'd also spent a lot of time exploring other aspects of my new mental abilities. Now, instead of just being able to read minds or not, I'd managed to find out how to pick up surface thoughts without getting in too deep. I could still focus down into one individual if I wished, but now I had all the gradations in between too. It was as if that first explosion of power was followed by a steady trickle that increased my abilities a little more every day.

I sat there in my living room, with the late summer sun pouring through the patio doors, filling the room with golden light and rainbows from the hanging crystals I'd put up when I first moved in. I felt as though I was illuminated by some sort of celestial spotlight in a rainbow world. I felt good! I felt alive! I listened to the world outside, like listening to the waves breaking on a beach. Then, like a surfer riding one of the waves, Jeanette's consciousness came towards me. I didn't have to dig deep to realise she was coming to see me, though I did wonder why she was so excited. I went to the front door and opened it to let her in.

'Hi Dad, I've brought you some dinner,' she went through to the kitchen and started bustling about. 'We didn't think it was right for you to have to cook for yourself on your first day home.'

She came out of the kitchen, put her arms around me and lay her head on my shoulder. I put my arms around her, relishing the feel of her body against mine, her breasts pressed against me. I hugged her back, feeling my dick rise and thicken. I was so engrossed in the feel of her I didn't think to read her and see what she was doing, before I knew it she had a hand on my stiffened cock!

'Jeanette…?'

She moved back a little keeping hold of my member, then leaned in and kissed me, hard!

'I love you old man,' her voice was intense and she looked into my eyes, 'just as much as I love Andy, I can't help myself.'

'What about Andy, we can't do this to him!'

'He knows Dad, he knows I'm here and he knows what we're going to do. He loves you too,' she grinned, 'but not in quite the same way!'

As we talked Jeanette backed me into my bedroom, still gripping my erection. The back of my knees hit the bed and I fell back onto it. I'd hardly stopped bouncing when Jeanette grabbed the waistband of my jogging trousers and pulled them off, dragging my briefs and Crocs with them, leaving me naked from the waist down, my swollen dick standing proud on my belly. I realised her urgency matched mine.

Jeanette pounced on me like a cat on a mouse, her hand going straight to my cock and holding it gently, but firmly. She moved her hand up and down slowly, pumping even more blood into my straining prick, she pulled my foreskin right back and plunged her mouth over my sensitive flesh. I've never been struck by lightning, but that must surely be how it feels! My body convulsed like a newly caught fish on the floor of the boat.

'Jeanette! Shit! That's gorgeous! Darling girl! Ugggh…'

She started to work me, sucking hard as she drew back then plunging her mouth down again until she hit the root. She pulled back up and swirled her tongue around the head before plunging down again. After ten years of what was essentially abstinence, the feelings were sensational, exquisite, I could feel myself getting ready to blow.

'Jeanette! Love! I'm going to come!'

She redoubled her efforts and I exploded into her mouth, feeling as if everything inside me was going to follow through. I hit such a high I felt quite dizzy for a moment, then I relaxed.

Jeanette stood and quickly stripped off, not trying to be sexy, just to get naked as quickly as possible. She took off my sweatshirt then lay down beside me, her beautiful tits pressed against me. She kissed me and I could taste myself on her mouth and tongue.

'Does that feel better old man?' She laughed, 'you've been wanting me to do that for years haven't you, you old goat!'

'It would be a sin to tell a lie sweetie, I've imagined doing far more than that with you!'

'Well now you'll get your chance you randy old fucker!'

While we'd been talking she'd been stroking my stomach and fondling my balls, occasionally gripping my tool, pulling and squeezing it. The result, despite my recent, brain scrambling blow job, was fairly predictable and my prick started to swell again. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her before kissing down her neck, suckling gently on each of her breasts, then back up to kiss her again, our tongues performing an erotic dance in each other's mouths.

I kissed and suckled her breasts again, but I was too impatient and didn't spend the time on them they deserved. I kissed down her belly, slipped to my knees on the floor and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. I put a hand beneath each knee and spread her glorious legs. Her beautiful pink pussy was before me in all its glory, she was very neat and tidy with the inner lips totally enclosed, but her outer lips were plump and hairless, gaping slightly to reveal the moistness within.

Almost reverently I leaned forward, smelling the fragrance of her bath oil mixed with the cock stiffening scent of aroused womanhood. I drew the flat of my relaxed tongue up her slit, starting just above her bottom and sweeping up to the top where her plump, nether lips met, she jumped and I did it again. Gently, I inserted the point of my tongue between her outer lips and teased out her inner lips, tasting the musky sweetness of her. I pushed my tongue deeper into her moist hole, picking up a hint of bitterness as she started to lubricate more. I swirled my tongue around then moved up and assaulted her pleasure point, flicking my tongue against her nubbin as she writhed and moaned. Driven by my impatience I pushed her over the edge into orgasm as quickly as I could without turning her off. She screamed my name as she came and clamped her legs around my head.

As she slowly relaxed I climbed up on the bed again, urging her to move up so that I could kneel between her legs. Her face was flushed and her hair awry, she was pulling at her own nipples and squeezing her breasts. Almost savagely I kissed her again, holding my weight on my arms above her, bringing my fully hardened shaft into line with her warm, wet opening.

Her knees were drawn up and with no need for manual intervention the end of my prick found the slick target it sought. Suddenly I could feel her sensations as well as my own. I felt her slick tunnel gripping me and the pressure she felt as I penetrated her, sliding inside her to the hilt in one stroke. I almost lost it there and then! I felt the walls of her sheath gripping me and the feeling she had of my hardness inside her.

'Danny! Oh Danny! How are you doing that? I can feel how it feels for you! That's wonderful!' she gasped, 'fuck me Danny, fuck me hard! I want you so much!

I was lost in sensation now and all I wanted was to reach my climax at the same time as Jeanette. I could feel her orgasm building rapidly and mine with it as I thrust inside her. Feeling with her the different sensations caused by a change in the angle or force of my bursting prick, transmitting to her the feeling of her vagina clasping me, almost sucking me in.

In an explosion of sensation and emotion we both cried aloud as we came, each one driving the other over the edge. My body was rigid as I felt my come pump into Jeanette's willing cunt, trying to force every last millimetre of myself inside her. Simultaneously I felt her orgasm wash over her, clenching her muscles on my hardness, milking me for the last drop.

We were both drenched in sweat, despite the shortness of our coupling and I held myself up on my arms to try and keep my weight off Jeanette. She reached up and pulled me down to her, kissing me feverishly, murmuring incoherent words of love and endearment. My prick had softened a little now so I slid onto my side. Leaning on my elbow I kissed her again and again, stroking her tits, her belly and her beautiful cunny.

'I love you Jeanette, I always have, since Andy brought you home the first time.'