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... One is almost as bad as two.
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My name is Devlin. I am 21 years of age, or years young if you wish. I live at 124 Oak Street in a small city of nearly Eighty thousand people. The house I live in is owned by Graham and Pamela. I am their renter...a basement suite is my place of residence.
Graham works for a bottle-ing company and makes a decent salary but not a whole hell of allot. Pamela has medical problems and stays at home. They have no kids...because of Pam’s problems.

So how did I get myself into such a favourable situation? I met Pam at a filling station nearly two years ago. I was pumping gas. She came by several times and each time I became more talkative with her. WE seemed to hit it off...

One Weekday I was strolling along on my day off enjoying the neighborhood and I saw Pam drive by... I kept walking and came upon her as she was unloading groceries from her car, actually a van.
I walked over to her; she noticed me and smiled;
“Hello,” I said.
“Hello,” she replied.

We talked for a few minutes before I offered to help her with the groceries. Once that chore was completed I was about to leave when she asked me if I would like a drink of Coke. I accepted and we chatted for maybe an hour before I bid her adieu for the second time.

She walked me to the front sidewalk, a very polite woman. I noticed a sign in the window;
‘Suite for Rent... ‘
So I asked her about it...the quick version is I rented it. Which helped them out financially and helped me out because the place I was livening at was a dump?

The situation was actually almost ideal. I worked evening shift at the filling station so they had the house to themselves... I would arrive home near mid-night which meant two men in the house over night... I was at home during the day when Graham was at work so Pam had company...most of the time anyway.

WE seemed to get along well and even better so when Pam and I learned of our mutual head problems... I called her Mad Pam, she called me Crazy Devlin. Graham got into it nick-naming himself Sigmund.

Pam ‘problems were primarily psychological stemming from a shitty childhood. Mine stemmed from an accident...Which added to the complexity and eventual advantages I would garner in this house.

When I was nine our school went on a field trip...to the Zoo I was told. The driver was a drunk...the dumb shit even sipped from a flask as he drove school children on a field trip.
He lost control and rolled it trying to regain control...the school and the school bus company were sued by many parents’...

I was bashed about the bus interior suffering bad head injuries...the end result of all this is my medication was part of the settlement ...aka the Insurance Company pays for my med’s for the rest of my life... MY Personnel Medical Plan...

I have two or three that are no big deal. Two are very expensive tranq’s... neuroleptics, or some such thing. Keeps me from being a real nut case...
As it turns out Pam is on one of the same drugs I use...so I give her some to help offset the expenses they’re having... all in all a very beneficial arrangement.

Also; Graham wanted to do some home-owner renovations to his basement. I know nothing about construction but like anyone else I can wreck stuff...so I helped out.
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There-in lies the beginning of the story.
One morning I was standing in the basement sipping on a coffee admiring my work when I hear Pam go to her main floor bathroom...

My old habits kicked in and I stood under the floor listening to her pee... I notice a ray of light coming thru so I quietly placed a ladder under that spot and moved my face up to the underside of the floor... There was a slight gap between the baseboard and drywall in the bathroom and since the ceiling in the basement was gone there was a clear view into the bathroom.

I watched Pam undress, stand in from of her mirror examine and admire herself...full frontal nudity and full rear nudity... I saw everything she owned. Pam is over-weight...

She is what some call curvy, some soft or squishy, some a pig. Me, I like her body...big soft tit’s...curves with padding.
Pam has mostly gained on her front...her stomach has rolls when she's laying or sitting. HER pussy is heavily over-grown by her slower stomach, and yet is rather sexy...ya see Pam has no pubic hair at all...I never asked...like how would I do that. I can only presume it’s because of her meds...

That part of me that needed to be controlled was loose... I knew I would have her like I used to have high school girls several years back...

Over the next several days, before I filled in that hole so Graham would not see...I watched Pam hike her skirt to pee, exposing her lovely ass and crack to mine eyes.

I watched her hike up her dress and look at herself as if she were a third party admiring herself...that led me to a different part of my personality.

One morning she was having a bad time and told me so...she took one of the stronger pills and went to bed. I waited then proceeded to her bedroom and moved the covers.

Sitting on her bed I admired and smelled Pam' pussy.

That set the stage for the inevitable.
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BUT, I need to fill in some blanks before I continue with unrestrained self indulgent immoral behavior; debauchery. A man’s word; I love that word...it is just a word I know, but what it is-is so satisfying.
Debauchery...that word frees me from all those fucking rules; I am a liberated.

Women note; I don’t want to take you out to dinner, by you a drink, ask you about work, your father, your mother, your brother; I don’t care.

Whether your dress or slacks look nice...your blouse or shirt fits properly...I don’t fucking care. ALL I care about is that ‘TWO’ square inches of irregularly shaped femininity you keep between your legs.
My interests in your clothing begin and end with the removal of whatever your wearing that keeps my cock out of your cunt.

Well, I am honest anyway. [Smirk]
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I must have done something to tip off Pam. I don’t know what though. I was in the kitchen making coffee when Pam came in and sat ...she waited for the coffee and we started our usual morning chat. I could tell she was off a bit but that was not unusual.

“Did you come into my bedroom yesterday”, she asked.

“Yes”.

“Did you do anything”, she asked.

“Yes”.

She looked at me;
“What”?

“I pulled back the covers and looked at your pussy. I smelled you and liked your clit. I wanna fuck you Pam”? [I am brutally honest...part of my condition]

She looked at me, taking a sip of her coffee;
[**] “Good coffee”!

“I know just how you like it”. I said.

[**] “Thank you”, she replied. --- “You can’t keep a secret”, she added.

“I know”, I said.

WE sat without talking for a bit;
[**] “I would like some more coffee Devlin”? She asked.

“Sure, here”. I poured Pam an-other cup of coffee.

[**] “Devlin, would you make me some toast”?

“Sure”. [Pause] --- “What would you like on the toast Pam”?

[**] “Orange Marmalade Please”!

“Ok... I like that too”. I said.

I stand near the toaster waiting for it to pop;

[**]”Devlin..., rape is a crime you know”.

“Yes, I know”, I said.

[**] “If you rape me and tell someone you will go to jail”.

“That’s right..., I would..., I know”, I replied.

The toaster pops and I butter her toast; spreading a thick layer of marmalade on her toast, just the way she likes it;
“There”, I say..., placing the toast in front of her; --- “would you like more coffee Pam”?

[**] “Yes please”.

Pam and I sit and drink our coffee, eating our toast...
[**] “I like coffee with toast in the morning don’t you Devlin”?

“Yes”.

[Pause]

“Did you take your pill this morning Pam”?

[**] “Yes, about an hour ago”.

“That is good”. I say.

[Pause]
“I like those flowers you planted by the steps Pam. I looked at them for quite awhile yesterday. There sure are allot of colors”.

[**]”I like them too, they bring me happiness at times; see-ing all those colors”.

[Pause]
“Devlin, did you take your medication this morning”?

“No, not yet Pam”!

She looked up at me, a bit of fear in her eyes;
[**]”You’ll be a little crazy then”!

“A rapist should be a-little crazy don’t you think”?

[**]She did not answer. She finished her coffee and put her cup down.

I looked at Pam..., she sat quietly. I took three dish towels out of the drawer and knotted them together. Wrapping then around my neck I took hold Pam’s hand pulling her from her chair. She resisted so I grabbed her hair making her rise easily. I pulled her to her bedroom by the hand mostly but by her hair when she resisted.

Pam stood still as I stripped her top off...sucking each nipple. She has nice big tit’s Pam does, areolas large and nipples erect, though small...but perfect for my lips to hold.
I mauled her big tits as she stood there, not moving.

Pulling her pants down...then sitting her on her bed, I stripped off her pants, panties, socks, all. Pam was naked in front of me. I pulled her up so I could ogle her...that Rubenesque figure still not moving as I tied the towels around her wrists with the common tie behind her back...

I ogle Pam; those tits maybe ‘D’. I love lusting...imagining every little thing she has...and what I what to do to her body.

AND here I stand with Pam naked in front of me.
She’s soft...no doubt there. Yet...Pam is curvy, as they’d likely say. Her heavy calves and thighs rise up forming similarly cushioned hips. I liked her back and ass... ‘Someday’, I said to myself.

I moved to the front of her...nuzzling her neck...kissing her softly...I love that hollow.

Drop-ing to my knees in front of Pam I stare...at her bald pussy...

Her public bone was buried under her heavy stomach, with just a crack showing were her clit should be...
YET! She was not unattractive to look at...

Tapping her on the inside of each thigh;
“Spread your legs”!

I pushed her onto the bed forcing her to lie atop the restraint...

Getting into position, I moved her right arm out about a foot placing a knee on the restraint keeping that arm out of the way... Her left arm was capable of moving but just..., she could reach her hip and slightly beyond. She couldn’t even reach her breast.

I’d placed a knee between her legs and moved to take her left nipple in my mouth; kissing that tiny little-nub was a treat...

Slipping, with force, a hand between her legs I push a finger into Pam. Was she hot...
Whoa, I thought;
‘...it’s her fertile time of the month’...

I fingered her hole, sucked her nipple, and -held her hair- with my left hand. I was going to savage her pussy with my right hand anyways, so her time of month was inconsequential.
I’ll savage her pussy til’ she orgasms...I used to be pretty good at it.

Pressing my thumb unto the crack area were her clit should be I began deliberately two-finger fucking her hole..., and not gentle either...working her pussy...digging...reaming...then three fingers...back to two...finger fucking Pam' sweet cunt.

Pam struggled...To no avail, she cried out; ‘stop’.

I love working a woman’s cunt with my fingers, they never get soft. I can yard on that pussy all day, stretching her...one finger, two fingers...then three comfortably...working and working her cunt...

She cried out, she pleaded, begged, it did not matter...the tears came and stopped...I kept working her cunt...stretching it...digging into it.

Eventually, like any cunt, it started to get lubricated, wet... Pam’ cry’s stopped...her body began to move in response to my finger fuckng her...
A little bit later she was humping my hand like a savage beast.
Growling!
I pulled my fingers tight to her bone inside her cunt...she loved it...the whore. Squeezing her clit and cunt hole with my hand...
.....................................Pam was rocking, that poor bed.

Her orgasm was intense. Before I’d finished with Pam she’d agreed to everything I wanted, in all the next times.
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Pam lay in her bed; I’d opened her legs to put a suave on her gapping cunt hole. That plus a T3 would help.
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I sat on her bed while she rested. After what seemed like a very long time Pam looked at me;
[**]”Did you take your pill”?

“Yes”.

[**]”Devlin, would you come to the Mart with me”?

“Yes”

[**]”They have -10# bags- of potatoes on sale, two for one”.

“Ok”.

[**]”I can’t carry two bags”.

“I know”.
[Pause]
“I’m gonna shower, see ya in a bit, ok”.

Pam sits;
[**]”Thanks for breakfast this morning Devlin”.

“Your welcome... [Pause]
I like sitting down having breakfast---with you Pam, I enjoy our conversations”.

[**}”Me too”.

“I will wait for you out by those flowers Pam”.

[**] “Ok..., I’m going to shower Devlin”.
[Pause]
“Devlin..., if you can carry both bags I can wear that white summer dress with the light blue pattern”.

“Oh, fantastic ... I like that one on you; I will carry both bags of potatoes”.

[**] “Oh good”.

“Pam. Will you be wearing white panties under your dress”?

[**] DEVLIN! You can’t ask me that ..., its personnel”.

“Oh..., ok..., Sorry”!






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2013-10-23 12:07:59
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