Chapter 2

Sorry folks, but this is a story with sex rather than a one handed read. If you want a quick fix I suggest you look elsewhere. This isn't a stand alone story either; you need to read Chapter 01 first.

Please note, this is written in English English, by an Englishman in England, consequently all spellings are English, measurements are metric, dialogue is in single quotes and there are English expressions and slang terms that may be unfamiliar to American readers, but then, that's part of the fun! Isn't it?

Dinner was over and we settled in the living room to chat. For an old goat like me it was delightful, four beautiful women, all relaxed from good food and wine were making themselves comfortable in my living room. All were displaying varied amounts of delicate flesh, some of it covered, much of it above stocking tops. I don't know about Andy, but I had a constant hardon! Daisy, Annie and Jeanette were sitting on the settee, I was sitting in my chair facing them, Andy was sitting in the other armchair with Kristen sitting on the floor between his legs with her back to him.

Another little aside here, sorry. I have to say that I find the sight of women in stockings one of the most erotic sights ever. I think it goes back to my teenage years, when we used to call that thick band at the top of the stockings the "chuckle band", because once you got your hand past it, you were laughing! Whatever the root cause, the sight of that pale expanse of flesh, or better still the feel of it, gave me an instantaneous erection. I'm a firm believer that women's tights are the work of the devil!

Anyway, after the general chitchat I finally got round to bringing up something that had been niggling me all evening, 'Daisy, I thought there were rules about police persons consorting with suspects?'

'Well, ' Daisy wriggled a bit, flashing the gusset of her panties, 'You're not exactly considered to be a suspect anymore Danny, and there was an ulterior motive for me coming over tonight, quite apart from the delicious dinner!

'Those four rapists that were killed trying to rape Annie were all members of one extended family; one that's well known to the police. The problem is that we've heard word on the street that the family believe you killed those animals and that they're after you, they've lost face in the eyes of the criminal fraternity and they're going to try and kill you.'

'Hmm ... that's a bit antisocial of them.'

'Positively rude I would have thought, ' Andy chipped in sarcastically.

'I'm sorry Danny, this is all my fault, ' Annie looked at me as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

I felt a flash of irritation, 'Don't talk rubbish Annie, it's the fault of the people who were trying to rape you, if they hadn't attacked you none of this would have happened!'

'I know Danny, but I feel so guilty, look at the terrible things they did to you, ' she was almost in tears at the thought.

'That's not a problem chick, just look at me, I'm in much better shape than I was! That stay in hospital did me a lot of good!' little did she know! I laughed and she managed to give me a watery smile in return.

As we were talking, Kirsten rose to her feet and fetched a bottle of wine to top up everyone's glass, and a fresh glass of fruit juice for her dad who was driving. She turned towards me to refill my glass and I put my hand over it, I'd already had enough to get a pleasant buzz and I didn't want to spoil it. The girls had no such inhibitions however, and I was envisioning an additional visit to the recycling bins. The weirdest thing happened at that point, I thought about the recycling bins and a clear picture of them snapped into my mind with a black BMW hurtling towards me. In a micro-second it was gone, but the picture appeared so real I was slightly stunned. It's a little difficult to explain, but along with the picture came a feeling of danger. Not of impending doom, just a feeling of danger, the sort of feeling you'd get if you were in the wrong part of town late at night.

Jeanette leaned over and put her hand on my knee, 'Are you ok dad?'

I shook off the weird feeling, glanced at her and smiled, 'I'm fine sweetie, I was just thinking about something, that's all.'

She slid from the settee and settled on the floor at my side, her left arm over my right leg, and I could feel the soft flesh of her breast against me. Kirsten returned from dumping the empty wine bottle in the kitchen and, instead of going back to her father, settled on the other side of me in the same way. Ever get that feeling you've died and gone to heaven? I placed my glass on the table beside my chair and put my hands on the girls necks, stroking them gently. Kirsten lay her head on my thigh and squeezed my leg. I thought my dick was going to burst!

Daisy continued where she'd left off, 'We don't have much intelligence about this lot because it's just a big extended family. Everyone knows everyone else and they don't let outsiders in close. We've been keeping an eye on them for ages, but we can never get enough on them to arrest them, we know they're dealing in class A drugs of various types, mostly heroin, cocaine and crack, but we don't know how or where.'

I felt a surge of disgust, 'They don't seem like nice people at all.'

'They're not! They're very violent too, but we've never been able to nail them for anything. It's very frustrating to say the least.'

'Well they weren't very nice to me, ' said Annie sadly.

Daisy laughed, 'Well they got their comeuppance for that one anyway!'

Andy laughed with her, 'Yeah! Four-nil to the good guys, we just have to be sure they don't score against us!'

'It's me they're after, so everyone else should be ok, though I'm a bit worried they could use one of you to try and get to me. What do you think Daisy?'

'I, we, think they're focused on you, so everyone else should be all right. For a while anyway, if they can't get at you Danny, they may decide to try other tactics.'

I was starting to feel angry now, 'We'll cross that bridge when, or if, we come to it. Until then I'll keep my eyes open.'

Whilst we'd been talking I'd been trawling through Daisy's mind gleaning information about the opposition. Apparently they were an Eastern European family, believed to be closely aligned with the Russian Mafia. There was no obvious reason for them settling in such a small town as this, but it occurred to me it could have something to do with the large and transient traveller population. We aren't talking true Gypsies here, but didikais, living on the edge of the law and sometimes beyond it. They'd make a hell of a distribution system. The only question then was, how were they importing the stuff. I decided to worry about that later.

After that the conversation took a less serious tone, more wine was poured and drunk by the ladies, and much hilarity ensued

Eventually Andy stood, 'Time to go girls, I have to be at work tomorrow!'

Much to my surprise, only Daisy and Annie rose to go with him. I showed them to the door where both girls hugged and kissed me soundly. A bone cracking hug from Andy and they left, leaving the house quiet, but with a tremendous sexual tension in the atmosphere. Jeanette and Kirsten had cleared the table meanwhile, stacked everything into the dishwasher and set it off, with just a couple of pans left soaking in the sink for attention in the morning.

Jeanette dried her hands and came out of the kitchen, 'Time for bed old man!'

I'd already decided that I had absolutely no control over what was going to happen next and would just have to 'go with the flow'. Don't get me wrong, I was looking forward to making love to these beautiful women, but I was in uncharted territory for me and feeling a little insecure.

I had no need to worry, Kirsten grabbed my hand and led me towards the bedroom; Jeanette grabbed my other hand and followed on behind. No sooner were we standing beside the bed than Kirsten started tugging off my shirt, I felt Jeanette's hands at my belt buckle and within seconds I was naked. Kirsten closed her hand around my rigid cock, squeezing firmly as she pulled it, tugging on my foreskin, Jeanette cupped my balls in her soft palm and massaged them gently as we all swapped kisses. I do mean all, Jeanette and Kirsty kissed each other just as fervently as they kissed me and I didn't need to be telepathic to know this wasn't their first time. Worried that the fondling could bring on an early explosion for me, I pulled away and started undressing the girls.

I started with Kirsten, unfastening her skirt and dropping it to the floor, then unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off. The removal of her bra took only seconds and, as she wasn't wearing panties, she was totally naked. I pressed myself to her back, my dick sliding in the crack of her buttocks and my arms around her so that I could fondle her breasts. What a feeling! Pressed against that soft nubile flesh, holding her magnificent breasts and with her mother's breasts crushed against the backs of my hands. Reluctantly I broke the contact and moved around to remove Jeanette's blouse and skirt so that she could join us in our nudity.

'Get on the bed Gramps!'

Kirsten pushed me towards the divan. I threw the quilt off and sat on the bed, I was damned if I was going to change my quilt cover twice in a day, then I scooted towards the middle so there was plenty of room for my lovely companions to join me. No sooner had I landed than Jeanette pushed me down onto my back and swung her leg over my head, giving me a close up view of her delectable vulva, her tumescent inner lips protruding like the petals of a flower coated in morning dew. The musky aroma of her aroused cunt hit me like a ton of bricks, permeating my senses. My lust increased exponentially, and my cock seemed to grow harder than I thought was humanly possible. I felt Kirsten push my legs apart and kneel between them to take my steel hard cock into her mouth, one hand grasping the base and the other gently cupping my scrotum. Her touch felt electric, and I knew I was close to the edge despite my pre-prandial orgasms with Jeanette.

'I won't last long Kirsty love!'

'That's ok Gramps, that just means you'll last longer next time!'

Jeanette lowered her flooding cunt to my willing face and I lost all interest in conversation. I stretched out my tongue and drew it from her clitoris to her perineum in a slow, broad stroke tasting the essence of her womanhood, gathering the sweet dew from the petals of her flower. I did it again then pushed my tongue deep inside her to find the slightly more bitter taste of her arousal before flicking rapidly at her clit. It was enough to tip her over the edge, she squealed as her body convulsed into orgasm and she pressed her cunt down onto my face. It was all too much for me and my cock jerked and pulsed, filling Kirsten's mouth with what felt like a couple of litres of come. Ok, I know it's only a couple of teaspoons full really, but it felt like a couple of litres. Somehow, just as I had earlier with myself and Jeanette, I'd managed to mentally link us all together, each of us could feel what the other was feeling, and that triggered Kirsten's orgasm too. That positive feedback was amazing, making the pleasure almost unbearable.

Jeanette lifted herself off me and collapsed onto the bed at my side, her head towards my feet. I sat up just in time to see Kirsten swapping my come with her mother as they kissed passionately, their tongues duelling, fighting for each drop, their hands stroking, tweaking, and caressing each other's breasts and cunts. Not wanting to be left out, I gently pushed and pulled Kirsten around and onto her side so that I could lift her upper leg and place my mouth on her pouting nether lips to replace her mother's fingers. She jerked involuntarily as my tongue grazed her clit, then sighed and opened herself further as I repeated the long licks I'd used on her mother. She tasted much like her mother too, but there were subtle differences that made her unique. She was hot and wet and I was in seventh heaven as I lapped at her.

My cock had scarcely softened after Kirsten's gentle ministrations, and I felt Jeanette push me onto my back then straddle my loins before lowering herself onto it. Her clasping vagina gripped me like a velvet glove, the walls rippling against my tumescence and bringing me back to a steel like erection. Not only that, I could feel myself entering her as she felt it, with all the sensations that engendered. Kirsten rose to her knees and straddled my face. I could feel the two girls lean towards each other, and I knew they were kissing and fondling each other's breasts because I could feel it too, and hear them mewling into each other's mouths. My pleasure was exquisite to the point of pain as I felt everything my lovers were feeling. Kirsten came like a train on my tongue, screaming into her mother's mouth, the feedback triggering Jeanette's orgasm too. This time I managed to retain some form of control, and rode out their orgasms in order to bring them both off again. Within minutes we all came together again in such a cataclysmic fashion that I'm sure we all lost consciousness for a few seconds.

Damn, I was going to have to watch that feedback, if I wasn't careful I could die from an overload. Shit! What a way to go!

Somehow, we managed to ignore the fact that we were covered in sweat, semen and pussy juice, and lay back on the bed trying to regain some sort of normality. I lay on my back with Jeanette's head on my right shoulder, and Kirsten's on my left. Both of them lay half on top me, their soft breasts squashed against my ribcage, my arms holding them as they held each other across my body. The closeness I felt to both of them was incredible, and I didn't need to try to mentally broadcast my love for them, I knew they could feel it.

'You realise I love you, don't you girls? Kirsty? Jeanette? My heart feels as though it's going to burst if I don't tell you.'

Jeanette sucked gently on my nipple, 'Yes Danny, I love you too and have done for a long time.'

'Me too Gramps, ' Kirsten leaned up and kissed me gently.

'I don't know why, until recently I was just a grumpy old fart.'

Kirsten hugged me even tighter, 'Yes Gramps, but you were our grumpy old fart. You always had a smile for us, or a hug even when you were hurting yourself, and you never judged us. In the end we realised it was unconditional love you felt for us all. How could we not return it? This is just a wonderful way of expressing it.'

'Yeah! What she said, ' Jeanette murmured, and we all drifted off into sleep.

I had no idea what the time was when I eventually awoke, and for quite a while I just didn't care. I lay in that wonderful timelessness between waking and sleeping where anything is possible if your mind can conceive it. I was distantly aware of the sensual warmth of my bed mates as we spooned together, Jeanette was behind me, her luscious breasts pressing into my back, and I was holding on to one of Kirsten's breasts as I held her close in front. Even though my erect dick was comfortably ensconced in the crack of her fabulous arse, there was no sense of arousal, just a delicious sense of belonging, of being emotionally connected to two wonderful people. I was also aware of the faint susurrus from the minds of the people around me. In a strange way I found that comforting.

This wonderful sense of peace was shattered as again, an image flashed into my mind. Can you remember those old black and white movies where you see a picture of a television or a screen of some sort, and a picture appears on it accompanied by the buzzing sound of a high-voltage electrical arc? Well, this vision (I'll call it a vision as I can't think of any other descriptive term that comes close) was much the same. Abrupt and startling, it threw me out of my pleasant somnambulistic state, and I was wide awake in a millisecond. I'd had a brief glimpse of it the previous evening, when I saw the BMW bearing down on me at the recycling point. This time however, the scene played out a little longer, and I saw an arm extend from the passenger window holding an automatic pistol. I'd managed not to react physically to this startling event, so my two lovers were still sleeping peacefully.

Unfortunately, now I was fully awake, I now seriously felt the urge to pee, and I realised I'd have to untangle myself from my darlings, get up, and get ready for the day. I didn't need to shave, my full beard had now grown back, and by the simple expedient of telling my hair not to grow I'd kept a bald pate. Originally, I'd skinned my hair off because I suffered from male pattern baldness, but I'd come to like the shaven look and decided that rather than re-grow my hair I'd stop it growing altogether. In the same way, I'd found I could regulate the length of my beard, and shape it too, so all I needed was to point Percy at the porcelain, grab a quick shower, and brush my teeth. I didn't bother to dress.

When I eventually looked at the clock I could see that it was only seven-o'-clock, a more or less reasonable time to be up and about, so leaving my lovers to sleep in I started with the usual routine for the day. First on the agenda was a cup of coffee! I'd just started my second cup when my naked darlings arrived in the kitchen for their first. It was pretty obvious that none of us were morning persons. We exchanged heartfelt kisses, but said nothing, and I was almost moved to tears by the depths of my feelings for my lovers. Just by scanning their surface thoughts, I knew they were harbouring similar feelings towards me. It's not until you've been close to death you realise how important people and relationships are in your life; trust me. I said nothing, but hugged and kissed them, then made us all another cup of coffee. I would love to say that we then went back to bed and fucked like rabbits for the rest of the day, but real life has a habit of intruding into fantasy worlds. Within an hour and a half I was on my own with just my happy memories, my lips feeling bruised from toe curling kisses, and a bedroom that reeked of sex.

Still naked. I changed the bed linen, and whilst the soiled sheets were going through an interminable wash and dry cycle, I remade the bed. Once it was done, and the room aired out and tidy, I sat in the middle of the bed, sinking into a full lotus position for the first time in years. Resting my forearms on my knees I relaxed and concentrated on my breathing, looking inward, searching for, and finding, my centre. Now I know there's a lot of stuff bandied about, about chakras, third eyes, and all that stuff, but I've never really bothered about that. What I do know though, is that by meditating I can find an inner peace, a quiet place if you will, where my mind can work free from outside influences. I suppose that's what martial artists call finding your centre, but whatever it is, this time I found that place remarkably quickly.

For the first time since my beating, I had the chance to look back at it from inside my mind. I'm not saying this very well, but it's as though I can read my own mind, like playing a CD or DVD of my memories. It's not quite the same as ordinary remembering, it's as though you're looking at it from one step removed. The beauty of it is that I can use the same tools, like pause, slow replay, and stop frame. I was trying to see what happened as that mental explosion, or eruption of power if you like, occurred. What I saw stunned me a little, it seemed that I'd used that surge of power to try and stop the thug's foot, but somehow I'd destroyed about seven centimetres of his leg, vaporised it, returned it to it's constituent atoms, annihilated it. The part of my brain that was still active whilst my consciousness had shut down, had then gone on to ensure my survival by doing a similar job on the brains of the unfortunate rapists, but it appeared that the process generated quite a lot of energy, it had blown their skulls wide open!! Exploded their heads! Fuck me!

The best bit was, that I now knew how to do it. It was like watching an instructional video, except that I didn't have to process it through my memory to learn; the steps required to achieve the end result were fed directly into my conscious mind. Just by seeing how I did it unconsciously, I now knew how to do it consciously, I knew how to focus the energy then launch it at the target. This energy didn't come from within me either, as far as I could tell I drew it from my surroundings, and just channelled it in the direction I wanted it to go. I assumed it was a form of telekinesis, using my mind to manipulate the world around me, but a particularly violent and destructive form of that talent. Further consideration of the process though, showed me that it could be controlled much more finely by my conscious mind, and that with a little practice I could manipulate the world around me much less forcefully. The devastating effects on the perpetrators of Annie's attempted rape were the result of an instinctual, and totally uncontrolled, reaction to the threat to my life.

With a feeling of satisfaction for a job well done, I turned my mind away from the mechanics of my talent, looking in other directions. I mentally ran a quick check on my body, looking for anything out of place or in need of attention. I spent a few moments increasing the blood supply to my nether regions, a bit like a permanent dose of Cialis really, but I managed to curb my egotistical desire to enhance the size of my slightly better than average equipment. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, as the saying goes, plus I knew that the benefits of a really big dick were marginal at best. An effort of will moved me outside my body, in much the same way as I'd hung around when I was in the ITU, I was sitting up in the corner of the room looking down on my body on the bed. Damn, I was impressed! The work I had done over the past few days was obvious now, my body looked as it had when I was in my thirties, only without the excess adipose tissue that had been a feature of my physique for most of my life.

I turned my consciousness outwards and opened my mind to embrace the outside world. The walls of the bedroom faded from around me, and my point of view was now a couple of hundred feet up above the house. Looking around there was a strange quality to what I was seeing, as though I was sensing the world around me using different spectra of light and sound. Colours were subtly changed, sounds were different but recognisable, and all around me were the bright sparks of human intelligence, visible more as an aura than as physical beings. I thought about Annie, and without conscious volition I was suddenly hovering over her, looking over her shoulder.

Three things were immediately apparent as I focused my senses on Annie. The first was that she was a copy typist; the second was that she was at work in an estate agent's office; the third was that she was deeply and irrevocably in love with me. So? What does being a copy typist have to do with the price of eggs? Mainly it's the fact that I loathe copy typists, not literally, but in a somewhat jocular fashion. The fact that they can read a document, translate it into readable English, and type it in at incredible rates is bad enough, but to be able to do that and hold a conversation on a totally unrelated subject at the same time is spooky! So I don't really hate them, I'm just jealous to death! They make my keyboarding efforts look positively Neanderthal.