Pam had learned a lot in her years of nursing, she had returned to it when her son reached 15, her husband had traded her in for a younger model two and a half years ago and now her son was in the navy, learning to be a helicopter engineer, she had time on her hands. She had time to notice people. Sitting in the A & E reception was a young man she new, sort of, from her neighborhood. At 18 he was still quiet, having been the butt of some unfunny jokes for most of his last three years at school he was a bit of a loner. He seemed to be in pain and was holding his inner left thigh. He was next for triage on her list. "How on earth did that happen?" Pam asked. "The boss tripped and as he fell, he fired the nail gun and I caught the nail!" Ryan answered, not looking Pam full in the face. "Well it has not gone too deep Ryan," she told him, "But your boss should know better than to have taken it out and allowed you to bleed so much. Still, several inches higher and you'd never have kids, so you were lucky really!" By the time Ryan had been through triage Pam was ready to take him through. He was very shy about taking his clothes off but having been allowed to bleed so much, his clothes were caked in it and the Doctor wanted him cleaned up, so, Pam found out why he was so shy. Pulling out of the hospital Pam saw Ryan at the bus stop. She pulled in. "Don't tell me your boss has left you to get the bus home? Come on, get in, I am going your way, and you should get off that leg!" They talked on the way, not about anything much but Pam had nursed for so long she knew how to help people get things off their chest. Ryan was not happy in his job but he took it to be away from certain elements of the community, ones that had plagued him at school. He felt good having talked with Pam and told her that if she needed any jobs done at home he would gladly help her out. That night Pam had her first sex fantasy for years. It was all the more frustrating for not having had sex since the bastard left her for that floozy. And Ryan was young, blond, and hung like a donkey. She had surmised that his appendage was the reason for the other lads to pick on him. Next time Pam spoke with her son, she asked if he recalled Ryan from school, "Just that I helped treat him at work the other day". Gary recalled him, "The freak you mean? A year or two below me, tall and blond!" Gary never knew why "The freak", he just referred to him as that because every one else did. Armed with all Gary could tell her, next time Pam saw Ryan she went over and spoke to him. His thigh was a lot better, but the bandage was a bit ropey and he was going to go to the local G P and get it looked at. Pam offered to look at it for him if he would fix her sticky back door. They were both free the coming Sunday, and he said he would be round about 11 that morning. The door was easy, the frame was swollen with the damp and just needed planing down. Pam had to coax him to drop his jeans and let her see the bandage. "Oh come on, I'm 43 and I have seen you naked from the waste down before, remember!" So in his boxers, face red as a rosy apple, he let Pam see to his dressing. "Thats doing very well Ryan, in fact, a plaster will do the trick, and a little elasticated bandage to make sure, and your done." It was as Pam stroked the plaster flat that he lost it. The tent in his boxers was far to obvious to ignore, and all he could do was say sorry. "Well I was a bit concerned actually!" Pam said, "I normally have to put up with that a lot sooner, so worry not Ryan, I will take it as a complement. O.K.?" Ryan mumbled something quietly and Pam caught the word freak in there somewhere. "Ryan Knight, whoever called you a freak is just jealous! Any man would be happy to have that to use on his girl, and you should be too!" Pam told him forcibly. Ryan pointed out that local girls would not have anything to do with him, a hang over from school where any one with him was picked on too. Pam looked him in the eye and said, "So you have never had a girl then?" Ryan just went even more red and looked like he was going to cry. "Well We! are not at school! I think it's a bloody good thing to have and unless you tell me to stop, that's just what I intend to do!" Ryan was dumbfounded as Pam pulled his boxers down, lifted his feet up one at a time and removed the under wear and jeans. He could have passed out as she took his bell end into her warm mouth and sucked gently on it for nearly a minute. He could have died of shame when he came after just fifty seconds of heaven! "No worry!" said Pam warmly. "Now we can get down to basics while you get ready again. And Pam led Ryan into the living room from the kitchen like he was a five year old going shopping with his Mum. Pam was no page three model but, with a quality that older women only, can have, she was sexy. High round breasts, flat stomach and only a few creases on top of shapely legs, she made Ryan's eyes pop out. She also made him work for his pleasure. She came on his tongue, her first with another person in years, also on his fingers while he suckled at her breast and fulfilled fantasies of his own short adult life. He hardly realized when he was ready for penetrative sex. But Pam did. "Now relax Ryan! Take it slow," She told him as she mounted him on the floor in front of the fake coal fire. "Let me set the pace and don't worry about coming. It will happen when it happens!" "I," Ryan said hesitantly, "I erm, I don't want you to get pregnant!" Pam pointed to her midriff and said, "This scar means I won't my sweet boy! Now lets relax and enjoy!" Pam took a deep breath and began to lower herself onto the object of her desires. A number of times she withdrew and then sank a little lower, and soon she was full to the brim with Ryan. 'It will be a shame if Lewis lost it through mechanical trouble!" Thought Ryan, "He has done well so far, every finish on the podium, what a start to the season!" Even with a deep love of formula one it was only seconds before his mind was back to Pam. The way her breasts bounced as she rode him, the smooth shiny legs either side of him, the warm wet hole he was pushing up into as hard as he could as she pushed down onto him. "Oh my beautiful lover. God what a find you are my love, just a little longer, please, oh my. Oh Shit. Oh God!" Pam shouted as it hit her. "Fuck, Fuck, Oh Fuck! Ryan lost it right then and the most amazing thing happened to his body, it seemed as if his entire soul left him through his jap's eye, "I must be dying!" he thought. As Pam felt the warm fluid hit her she came again, not knowing she could do it while on the way down from her last one. Both orgasms seemed to last for ages, the two lovers being unable to part even if they needed to. Several minutes had passed before either moved or spoke. Ryan had no idea what to say and Pam had no breath. Finally, she pulled together enough to say, "My sweet, sweet Angel, after lunch, were going to do that again, and I don't care if it kills me, I want to do it a lot more times after that too!" Ryan still had no words. But he had something else. He had a feeling that if he was a freak, it could very well be a good thing. Five months nearly. Five months! The first time it had nearly caused a full reversion. Finding a friend of Pam's waiting for him had been a shock. A 39 year old divorcée with perky little A cup breasts and long thin legs. Very nearly had a heart attack. Only Pam's encouragement had got him through it. She told him it was all very well the two of them carrying on, but he would tire of her in time and he must be ready to move on. Confident around women other than Pam. And so now he had had sex with four women altogether. He had no idea where Pam got them from, but he was happy enough now to take them on when she brought them. "Ryan, this is Christine," Pam said, and looked at the short, almost cuddly brunette. Ryan took in the slightly over size breasts, the short skirt showing short but lovely legs and the sparkle in the eye. "Hello Christine, I take it you are here to see me, as it were?" Ryan responded, thinking 'Number five then!' Between them, the two women got Ryan naked on the bed, and Ryan soon had Christine squirming on the end of his tongue. Pam looked on with a certain satisfaction and no small amount of anticipation, she had come to enjoy Ryan's tongue, after all, she had tutored him just the way she liked it. She watched as the blond 18 year old confidently maneuvered himself to enter Christine. "Oh wait, sorry. A condom! Must have a condom, oh God hurry I can't wait!" The little brunette squeaked. "You want this, no condom!" Ryan said in a deep voice. "I don't like them and have never used one yet!" "Oh no, we must!" Christine insisted. Pushing an inch inside her wet walls he said, confidently, "Do you want to give this up for a tea spoon full of rubber?" "Oh Jesus, No! Yes! Fuck!" Said Christine in her high voice. Another inch went in. "I can stop if you want, honest!" Ryan claimed as Pam covered her smirk with a hand. Another inch and then all withdrawn, quickly re-inserted and once more removed. Ryan teased the thirty six year old typist with a wicked grin on his face. Pushing about seven of the ten and three quarter inches, or nearly 27 centimeters (Pam insisted it be measured), he said again, "Do you want to give this up for a tea spoon of rubber? Or shall I fuck you until you pass out just as we are?" Christine squealed as Ryan removed himself again, then she cried out "Fuck me you bastard, fuck me for fucks sake fuck me!" as her tormentor gave her the lot, hard! Christine did indeed pass out with pleasure, and Pam gave her no thought at all as she took Ryan into her self saying to him in a tender loving voice, "I have created a monster in you my sweet boy. A real monster! I think my work here is done. Now I shall lay back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. And your of course, and yours!" And as her own pet monster set her on the path to her first orgasm of the afternoon, Pam thought to herself, 'He would have been a complete waste if not for me. Womanhood owes me, but Ryan can pay the bill!"